Brie Larson Imagines (Fem!reader)

Back Home 1 (C.D)

Six years... It's been six, long, excruciating years since you last saw your wife, held her. If it wasn't for your son, Jason, who you and Carol had adopted a year after your wedding, you would be completely broken inside, wasting your life drinking.

The day you were told she had died on a mission because her plane was shot down, that was the day you felt like you had died along with her.

You remember how your son's excitement that day when the doorbell rang, thinking it was Carol coming back home, got crushed down when, instead of her mother's face, he saw two complete strangers.

Your blood ran cold in your veins when you recognized the Airforce symbol on the stranger's uniforms. The moment they took off their hats, that's when you broke down in tears.

"Mrs. Danvers..." one began but you couldn't hear him

"I'm sorry to tell you..." your sobs were too loud

"But your wife was killed in action..." you had fallen to your knees, clasping the necklace she had given you the day she left for said mission

"Take this and it'll be as if I'm always right here with you" She had said while helping you putting it on.

Your heart shuttered in thousands of pieces, you felt as if a part of you was taken away from you.

"Where is moma, mommy?! Why doesn't she come back? Does she not love us anymore?" a six year old Jason asked you right after the two men had left.

You remember vividly how sad, how heartbroken he looked after you told him that his moma was never coming back, that she was in a better place

"What's better than home?!" he screamed with tears in his eyes and ran to his room.

He did not speak a word to you for a week straight. The moment you both needed each other the most, you spent avoiding each other.

Maria and Monica started living with you two. They both helped a lot, especially Monica with Jason, who convinced him to speak to you again.
You appreciated everything they both did for you and your son. You always thought you wouldn't have done it without theit help.

It took you some time to cope with your loss, but after a year you could say things have gotten back to normal.

Now, six years later, you find yourself in the kitchen, washing the dishes with Maria's help. Your mind wanders to yours and Carol's wedding. Today would have been your thirteenth anniversary.

The smile on your face falters when you're harshly brought back to reality by Monica screaming

"Jason! Give it back, now! It's my diary! It is private!!" you let out a sigh as both your now twelve years old son and seventeen years old niece come running into the kitchen.

You wipe your hands and slowly turn around, crossing your arms. Maria does the same as you both glare at the two running kids.

"On the count of three I want both your assess right here in front of me!" you say with a warning tone as you raise one finger

"One!" both Jason's and Monica's head snap towards you

"Two!" you raise another as they look at each other with fear in their eyes.

Before you could raise one more finger, the two kids stop their bickering and sprint towards you, right were you wanted them.

"Good. Now, would you mind explaining what just happened?" you asked and they both started telling their part of their story, creating a mess of words that you couldn't understand.