Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #5 (Ewan McGregor)

Ewan watched me as I climbed my way up onto a block of cement that was not being used. I wasn't wearing tennis shoes, but that wasn't a problem for me. I had been climbing up things since I was a young girl who loved to sit up on tree branches. My parents had always warned me about it, but I had never fallen off of anything before, so I was feeling pretty good about myself.

"Be careful, darling," he cautioned, leaning against the block.

"I'll be fine," I said while waving him off. "I've done this a thousand times."

Ewan smirked at my response, but I could still see the worry in his blue eyes. He truly was the nicest person I had ever met in my life.

I was almost to the top when my left foot slipped off the side, and I let out a small yelp at the sudden change in movement. He instantly positioned himself beneath me and opened his arms up to catch me. "Let go!" he called. "I've got you."

But I was too stubborn to listen, so I tried to regain my footing instead. My fingers were painfully gripping the top, and I used all my strength to haul myself up before I fell off. 

Unfortunately for me, my feet had other plans, and I slipped again. "Just let go!" Ewan called again.

With a frustrated sigh, I gave up and fell straight into his strong arms. I wasn't very big, so he didn't struggle too much to hold me up. "Are you alright?" he asked, breathing somewhat heavily.

I nodded. "I'm fine."

Ewan looked me over and asked, "You sure?"

"Yep," I replied, holding his scarf tightly in my hands.

He nodded and leaned his forehead on mine. "Don't scare me like that again," he said quietly.

I wanted to protest and say that I would've been okay, but Ewan interrupted me when he placed a gentle kiss on my brow, and I decided to stay silent.

After a few minutes, he started to walk back to where our car was parked, but he didn't let go of me at all. "Uh, Ewan," I spoke up. "You can put me down now."

"Nope," he shook his head. "Not until we get in the car."

I rolled my eyes and sighed, but deep down, I was reveling in his protectiveness over me. Could Ewan be any more of an angel? 

He answered my question by kissing my forehead and saying, "We're almost there, love. Let me know if I'm hurting you at all."

"You're not," I replied in a trance. 

"Good," Ewan said.

Once we were in the car, he held my hand the entire way home. It was evening by the time we arrived there, and when bedtime came, Ewan kept me close to him the whole night.

Words could not describe how much I loved him in that moment.