Sunsets and Sunrise (Chris Evans Fanfic)

Irreconcilable Differences

Chris' gloomy blue eyes are fixed on Fiona, whose hazel orbs are glued to the rain droplets clinging to the floor to ceiling, end-to-end, glass windows of the vast board room. The skies outside are as threatening as the loud voices of the people around them.

They're in the middle of a divorce settlement but her ex-husband's team tagged along the meeting to talk about how to salvage his reputation once their current predicament gets leaked out to the press. The used-to-be inseparable couple have been living separately for four months now.

Their 3-year old son, Andrew is with Lisa Evans in Sudbury until the two could get into an agreement and finalize the child's custody.

Fiona has difficulty zoning out the ruckus inside the room. It's even harder for her to wash out from her mind why they have come to this. The scene on the day before Chris' 36th birthday keeps playing in her mind.

FLASHBACK (Four Months Prior - June 12, 2017)

It was only seven in the morning when the airport car rental pulled over the front gate of a Laurel Canyon home. Fiona and her, then, 2-year-old son got out of the backseat with their trolley and duffle bag in tow. They came home a day early for Chris' birthday.

She had planned to surprise his husband that's why she didn't mention about their early trip home. After all, she thought he wouldn't be back in LA until later tonight because he was busy filming a movie. At least that's what she knew.

She opened the gate with her keys and went straight for the entrance to their home, all while carrying Andrew in one hand and pulling the trolley in the other. As her son clung around her neck and waist, she unlocked the door to their home.

Instantly a distinct smell of booze and food invaded her sense of smell. She winced at the scent. Even Andy covered his nose with his palm. There were bottles scattered across the kitchen and living room floor. A few unfinished plates of nachos on countertops and coffee tables.

Once it dawned on her that someone had thrown a party in their house the previous night, Fiona's heart started to beat erratically as if she was going to faint. For what reason? She was determined to find out.

"What is this, mommy?" Andy asked in his two-year-old, almost incomprehensible, voice.

"I'm not sure, sweetheart," his mom answered. She dashed straight to her son's room, lodged their luggage near the foot of his bed and laid him down on the soft mattress. "Mommy's going to clean up the mess outside. I want you to stay here and rest. I know you're tired from the flight."

Andrew nodded. Fiona took the milk bottle from the baby bag, handed it to her son and turned on a soft lullaby music from the iPod, which was connected to a speaker.When her son closed his eyes, she kissed him gently on the cheek, headed outside the room and shut the door behind her.

Her anxiety grew once she was alone outside staring at the mess all over the house. She was a hundred percent certain Chris was home. And him being home meant he lied about his whereabouts. When she spoke to him over the phone, he told her he won't be in LA until the night before his birthday. If he lied about this, what else could he be lying about?

Fiona wouldn't allow her thoughts to swim around a certain possibility but struggling not to think about it made her even more distressed. When she reached the door to the master's her hands were shaking. She had difficulty turning the door knob.

She inhaled a huge mass of air that filled her lungs, yet somehow she felt like her inside stopped breathing entirely. Just after that, her heart ceased beating when the opened door revealed her worst nightmare.