Chris Evans Imagines

First Anniversary - Part 1: First Breakfast

Author's Note: BOLD = a letter from Chris, Italics = flashback.

Enjoy!

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Today marks the first anniversary. A year filled with laughter, smiles, warmth, shared secrets, silly fights and genuine love between Y/N and Chris. It's hard to believe the two of them were only juniors in high school when they started dating, but within a short amount of time, they fell in love. Not the typical high school puppy love kind of love. The love where one finds their best friend, soul mate, and falls in love with them, the goodness of their heart, their flaws and all.

Y/N eyes begin to flutter open as the sun shines bright through her window and she begins to groan wanting to stay in bed just a little bit longer. She's not much of a morning person and would rather sleep in any chance she could get, especially on a Saturday.

Y/N struggles getting out of bed, dragging her feet across the carpet hall and manages to walk down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, she sees a plate of heart shaped peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches with a glass of orange juice. There's a folded note with her name on it in front of the plate. Judging by the handwriting in black ink, she immediately knew who it was from.

Babe,

Do you remember when I first made you breakfast in this same kitchen you're in right now? It was a little after we first started dating. I told you I was cooking you breakfast after an early morning run together in the woods. Then, I asked you to name any breakfast meal and I'd try to make it. You said 'strawberry PB&J sandwich'. At first, I was wounded thinking you might have thought I was a terrible cook and only gave me a meal a four year old can do on his or her own. Shortly, I learned you eat that ALL the time and not just for breakfast. It became one of the many things I love about you.

So enjoy these PB&J sandwiches I made with a little extra love from my heart, as you'll need extra strength for what's in store for today. Our day. Under your plate you'll find another letter but you must eat first before you read it.

Love, Chris

A huge smile surfaces on her face as she remembers that day as if it was yesterday.

Lacrosse season was starting in a few weeks and Chris wanted to get back into shape, not that he needed to get back into shape when he had a six-pack of his own, but he invited her to run with him in the woods. She thought he was joking and sort of laughed at his invitation as she's the least athletic person in the world, but he was serious. She didn't want to be that girlfriend who hated the outdoors and refused to sweat. She wanted to be the kind of girlfriend he enjoyed having around, even if that meant doing things out of her comfort zone. So she said yes and regretted it as she felt like she was holding him back from his workout but he didn't mind slowing down, or her constantly tripping over branches as he kept up with her pace and caught her before she could have fallen face forward in the muggy dirt.

Finally reaching Y/N's backyard, she opened the back door that led to the kitchen and let Chris follow behind her. She closes the door behind him, and slides down against the door, breathing heavily and out of breath from being so out of shape.

Chris walks to the fridge and starts to dig for some Gatorade bottles. He looks back at Y/N, her hair looking like she just ran in the wild and her legs covered in mud. "Tired?" Chris asks while trying to hold back his laughter.

She pushes herself off the floor, "No..." and walks to a stool where Chris hands her a Gatorade from her fridge. "How are you still going? I'm like ... barely breathing.... And exhausted over here," Y/N says, breathing heavily as she wipes the sweat off her brow and holds the cold Gatorade bottle against her neck.