In The Wings (Chris Evans FanFic)✅

maybe I deserve all of this

We had decided to leave The Hamptons early Monday morning. We wanted to get back in time to go to Carly's annual Labor Day party. Chad and Hailee were staying till later Monday evening. Kirsten and Nate were going to do a little more shopping and sight seeing before leaving but Chris and I as well as Scott and Zach were all leaving before 10.

Chris was unusually quiet as we packed up our belongings and he carried them to the mustang. We said our goodbyes to everyone and were on the road back to Sudbury at 9:45.

The ride home was just as quiet as the morning had been. I suspected Chris was upset, maybe even angry at my confession that I didn't want to try to have another baby. I didn't want to talk about it anymore but I hated that he was being distant.

"Want to stop by the house before we go to Carly's?" Chris's voice sounded weird after 4 hours of almost no speaking.

"No." I replied softly. "I mean unless you want to. I'm good."

Chris nodded and passed the exit to our house.

We were a little late arriving at the party and Chris disappeared almost instantly to grab a beer. I sighed before grabbing my own beer and plopping down on the swing on the outside back porch.

"Hi Aunt Bree!" Stella grinned as she came and sat down next to me.

"Hi Sweetheart!" I smiled wrapping my arm around her.

"I'm glad you and Uncle Chris finally got here."

I squeezed her tightly. "Me too. Are you having fun?"

She nodded. "Where's Uncle Chris?"

"Uhhh." I looked around the back yard. "I'm not sure. I think he's playing beer pong."

Stella rolled her eyes. My stomach growled loudly causing Stella to laugh hysterically.
"You should eat." She pointed at my stomach.

"You're right! I should. You want to go make a plate with me?" I asked.

She nodded.

"OK." I smiled and stood up following her to the kitchen to get a plate of food.

Chris played beer pong for over an hour. While he was playing I sat on the swing drinking my own beer. It wasn't long before I started to feel woozy. And by woozy I mean drunk.

I looked down at my watch for the time. It was 6:00. I was ready to go home. Chris had avoided me all afternoon. Obviously intentionally. But I didn't care at this point I was ready to go home. I walked to where Chris, Scott, Zach and a bunch of their buddies were sitting in a circle of adirondack chairs. In Chris's hands I saw the faint glow of a cigarette and frowned as he put it to his mouth taking a drag. He had pretty much given up smoking, only doing so when he was really drinking, a social smoker. However, I knew for a fact he hadn't had one since I found out I was pregnant.

"Hey." I walked up.

"Hey." He turned to look at me his eyes bloodshot and a drunk semi smile on his lips.

"Guess you're not driving us home."

He lazily put the cigarette in his mouth and took a long drag, his red-rimmed eyes locked on mine.

I waited for him to say something or get up and follow me, but he just sat there. His backwards baseball hat was resting on his head but not fully on, his legs stretched out in front of him and a beer in the hand that wasn't holding the cigarette.

"You can call an Uber if you want. I'm not ready to leave." He finally said.

"Really?" I exclaimed.

"Really?" He mocked me with a laugh.

"Chris, come on." I crossed my arms.

"Uh oh boys. Breelan snaps her fingers and I better jump up to do exactly what she wants." Chris laughed harshly. "Per usual I get no say in anything." He put his cigarette out and pushed himself to stand up.

"What does that mean?" I asked taken aback.

The group of guys Chris had been sitting with looked uncomfortably between the two of us, probably too scared to interfere.

"It means whatever YOU," He pointed at me with a sarcastic smile, "says goes."

"You know what? You're drunk-"

"Well done Einstein." He clapped his hands with a laugh.

"Chris." Scott frowned shaking his head.

"I'm sorry. You're right no one disrespect Princess Bree." Chris pretended to bow.

"You're a dick." I spat and turned to walk away.

"Wait for me princess." He called and came jogging up behind me.

He grabbed my arm and I spun around. "Please let me go. I'm leaving." I said through gritted teeth.

"Fine." He released my arm.

"Go back to your buddies and keep drinking. It really brings out the best in you." I said dryly.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I forgot you're the only one who gets to have temper tantrums and treat people like shit."

"What is your problem? Why are you even mad at me?" I tried to keep my voice low as to not make a scene.

"My problem?" He laughed sarcastically. "How about you making the decision that we don't get to have kids. Period end of story. You still haven't even asked me how I feel about losing the baby!" His eyes were blazing and I stepped away from him.

"I don't want to do this here." I whispered as the backyard seemed to come to a halt and everyone was staring as us.

"Of course not! She doesn't want to do this here!" Chris announced to the entire backyard.  "That's just it though! She doesn't want to do it anywhere! We'll just go home and not talk about it. While you make all the decisions about our future, without talking about it."

Hot tears formed in my eyes.

"I'm done with this shit." Chris pushed passed me and stormed into the house.

I stood in the middle of the back yard feeling humiliated. Scott was at my side in an instant and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Come on." He directed me away from the backyard, around to the front of the house. "I'm going to take you home."

Scott drove me home and promised to take the keys to the mustang from Chris when he got back to Carly's.

I climbed in the shower and rinsed off as quick as I could. I checked my phone after putting clean pajama's on but of course Chris hadn't called. I was shocked at his behavior. Never, not one time, had he ever treated me like that. I had never seen that ugly side of him. I knew it was the result of drinking but in all honesty he was just telling me how he really felt. And he was right, I had treated him badly, pushed him away and refused to talk about what we were going through. Then I made the decision that we wouldn't try again. I was being unfair. And again he was right, I hadn't asked him how he felt about loosing the baby.

I pulled my wet hair back into a messy French braid and got in bed. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep until I heard from Chris or he got home. I put the tv on and tried to concentrate on whatever movie was on FX. My phone buzzed an hour later. It was Carly saying Chris had passed out at her house and she had the keys to the mustang. I sighed and rolled over to go to bed.