Fated (A Chris Evans Series)

Little Preschooler

The day had finally arrived for Jack to attend his first day of preschool. After all those months Denise spent last year, looking and shortlisting for a preschool- The Teddy Bear Club was the one they'd decided. Their toddler was enrolled into TBC's 'Moyen Jardin' class at their Lincoln Preschool Campus; a destination that was a short twenty-nine minute drive away from their home in West Roxbury. Sunny Hill was the other preschool she'd considered, due to her sister-in-law's recommendation. Though Denise liked what Sunny Hill offered, she though TBC had a better program. But when asked the honest truth of why she picked TBC, she explained it wasn't the program but how happy Jack looked when she told him he was going to a preschool called 'The Teddy Bear Club' that made up her mind.

Still, she did not base her decision based on their adorable name. After all, she was an intellect and a pragmatist who wanted nothing but the best for her son. It was just preschool, but it was the foundation of his education. She perused their website, extensively studying their curriculum and staff members. And on a rare day that Chris had free, they drove down to take a tour of the campus. It didn't take them long to see how great the preschool was. They had a vast curriculum that taught subjects Chris and Denise wanted Jack to learn, subjects in performing arts and creative writing as that was what they were passionate about.

TBC also taught French, which Denise thought would benefit Jack in the long run. He was already learning bits of Mandarin from his maternal grandmother, so if he learned to speak French as well then he'd be trilingual. Denise was trilingual- well, she would be if she would just revised her French from her high school days. But with no one to speak to, she didn't see the point of it. That was part of the reason why she'd pushed for TBC, perhaps if Jack started to speak French it'd give her reason to do so as well. Chris didn't mind, he liked that his wife could speak multiple languages and would love for his child to have the same advantage. The world was a tough place to survive, any additional skill or talent was beneficial.

"Breakfast is ready!" Chris called from the kitchen as Denise got Jack dressed for his first day upstairs. The toddler was being particularly fussy with what he wore today, claiming he wanted to make a good impression on his first day. Denise was trying her best to be understanding and patient, but after the third t-shirt he wouldn't put on- she was done. "What are they doing, Dodger?" He rhetorically asked his dog, who looked at him with a tilted head. "C'mon, you two!" He continued to call as he walked over to the stairs, looking up from the bottom step. "It's our first day, we don't want to be late!"

"Tell that to Mr. I-Can't-Decide-On-A-Shirt," Denise grumbled as she walked into Chris' line of vision. "What is he so afraid of? The paparazzi catching him in an 'Elmo' t-shirt instead of a 'Pooh Bear' one? God forbid." He chuckled at her exasperated expression, holding out a hand as she descended the stairs. "Is this retribution for the paces I put my mother through as a child?" He laced his fingers with hers, giving her hand a light squeeze. "God, I really hope baby number two will be easier when it comes to his or her time to go to preschool."

"Is he dressed now?"

"Not even close. If you'd like to try your luck and offer him some fashion advice, you're more than welcome. I'm going to go eat my breakfast," she pulled her hand from his and headed towards the kitchen as he made his way upstairs to check on their son.

"Jack," Chris knocked on the door just as Jack took off another t-shirt. "What are you doing, bud?" He asked as he entered, taking a seat on the edge of his son's bed. "What's wrong with Mickey Mouse?" He held up the t-shirt the child had just taken off. "Why don't you want to wear it on your first day?"

"What if other people don't like Mickey Mouse?"

"It doesn't matter if other people don't like Mickey Mouse, you like Mickey Mouse. Come here," he grabbed his son by the hand and pulled him towards him, tugging the shirt over his head. "See," Chris smiled as he straightened Jack's t-shirt, smoothing his hand over the toddler's tummy. "You look so handsome, red is definitely your color."