Chris Evans: The Collection (Imagines and Short Stories)

Breathe

My inspiration for this came from watching a video my now best friend showed me, and her urging to combine those two things, this short story came into fruition. Breathe tells the story of the birth of Chris Evans's daughter (fictional), whom he has with his high school sweetheart, Guinevere "Guin".They met their sophomore year and dated up until Guin's second semester of college. They both decided due to the distance (she was going to school in Ohio while Chris was in New York) and a lack of experience between the two of them, time apart was what they needed. Ten years to be exact. They reconnected at their high school reunion. Chris, at the time, was on his way to becoming a successful actor and Guin had just started teaching as an Associate English professor where she got her master's degree, Boston University. They married after three years together a second time around. From the beginning of their marriage, a family was what they wanted desperately. Five years later, following the return of Guin's endometriosis, multiple negative pregnancy tests later, and three miscarriages, the couple will finally be able to have what they have desired deeply for within in arm's reach. (Also this partially based off a video from Twitter, idk what it's called but if the 2nd part seems familiar that's why)

Part 1: It Begins

2 AM December 13th, 2018

After going downstairs to eat a midnight snack as instructed by Doctor Google and a good pace about the halls without much of change in the level of pain that radiated from the bottom of her belly to her spine-- then of course puddle she cleaned off the floor-- Guinevere concludes that she is in active labor. Following a week of trying to induce her labor naturally, it's happening.

"It's time to wake up Chris," she grabs onto the rail of the stairs for support as another contraction rises within her.

Although in a lot of ways, the contractions differ from the crampy pain that used to plague her every day of every month because of the scar tissue that had no way to escape, Guinevere is reminded of the weeks spent in bed where her body seemed hard set on murdering her from the inside out. While that pain was usually unwanted, this pain comes with the understanding tha her arm's will be filled with a long-awaited bundle of joy, it came with  hardship.

Finally, Guin manages to make the descent up the stairs. Her back is against the wall and she takes in as much oxygen as can be inhaled.

She tells herself quietly, "I need to do some cardio again once I have this kid. Getting up the stairs shouldn't be that fucking hard. Sorry, Girly. Sorry, gender is a construct."

After a few minutes, she continues the short journey to the bedroom. The door has been left open a bit. It has been for the past two months because of the constant necessity to stuff her face with a pint of Ben and Jerry's  while grading essays. Also the sheer frame of her body causes discomfort in properly falling asleep. The insomnia that comes with adulthood is also a factor. At least as an English professor at the University of Southern California, during the most sleepless nights, she could be productive by writing letters of recommendation for students who asked for them, grading papers and exams, and researching potential topics for her next publication either in the form of a book or news article.

The dim light of the hallway peaks through the crack becomes larger as she enters and becomes smaller as she closes it a tad behind her. She leans down slightly on her pregnancy pillow. She grips it, so once her husband stirs, she could get herself back up again.

"Love, I think I'm labor for real this time. We got to call Dr. Jones and make our way to the hospital," Guinevere says in a loud whisper, nudging him gently so that he will be calm when he awakens. Chris could be a nervous wreck and she half-expected him to get up and start acting like Armageddon is upon them. Her logic is that if she maintains a tranquil persona, Chris will take in that energy and therefore won't lose his mind. Or he shouldn't at least. She has implored him to try not to freak out because then she would be cranky and her confidence would wane. During a false alarm, Chris was useless as he was asking what needed to be put into a bag while Guin was yelling at him, "Why the fuck would I know?" which got them into arguing and Guinevere grew dizzy. She hoped that for what is appearing to be the real thing, he would learn to be a rock to lean on-- which she knows full well is possible.