Destiny & Distance

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One week in from Chris and I's fight, by now his siblings already left, leaving us alone to deal with the tension. At least with them, we'd be distracted from each other. When the Evans were still here, we'd just play it cool, barely talking to each other but not letting the others realise we're mad -or at least, that's what we think we were doing-. On the bedroom, he'd watch sports or some TV show while I'd be just at my phone. If I tried to talk to him, he'd just brush it off – and a couple of times at breakfast, I have tried to apologise, but he'd leave without hearing a word.

Today, Elle has her first paediatric appointment and I'm nervous to even get her out of the house – since Chris and I had talked about how we don't want her face around the news.

—Chris?

He barely looks at me, just brushing his hands through his pockets trying to find the car key.

—Christopher, I know we're not on our best terms, but how are we doing with Elle?

—What do you mean what are we doing with Elle?

The three of us are already dressed up, Elle on her carseat as I am carrying her, while Chris... Just stands there waiting for us. I had Elle dressed up with a cute off white dress with pink lace flowers, along with a flower headband. She looks extremely cute, her dad and I had been taking photos of her just before we put her in the carseat.

—You and I had agreed to keep her out of the media...

—Yeah, um, I still don't want her to blow up on social media -he pauses, letting out a sigh- so I'm gonna try to be more cautious than ever. We could also lay a blanket on top of her carseat as we carry her inside the hospital.

I nod before walking to the garage.

The drive to the hospital was silent, as expected. We gladly found a parking spot close to the entrance, the morning is chilly and very peaceful – as we walk inside the hospital, Chris carrying Elle, he gets some looks and all I could do is pray they won't tell about Chris Evans being at their hospital.

The appointment went great, Elle being such a healthy, giggly kid. The doctor -same one who received Elle- also checked on me, advising us to wait one more week before having sex, and accentuating that sex without protection could result in me getting pregnant again. I had to schedule an appointment with him to get a contraceptive as soon as the 40 days are over. Normally, Chris would've gotten exited over the fact that sex will be allowed in no time, but this isn't the case, him and the doctor cracked a couple of jokes before saying our goodbyes.

—I have to be back to film at 2PM -Chris gets my attention, I look up and he's already looking at me through the rearview-

I get stupidly nervous, not knowing what to say to my boyfriend, father of my baby. What came out of my mouth was a simple « Oh » which probably sounds uninterested.

—And we haven't had breakfast yet, it's 10AM... Want to go get some?

I think about Elle once again, without even noticing, I stay quiet. He speaks again, quickly glancing at me through the rearview as he drives and that made me realise I hadn't given an answer yet.

—I know you worry about Elle -he confidently says, as if he reads my mind- I do, too. We could go to a local restaurant, those that aren't crowded – and sit at the back of the restaurant.

—Do you think you'd go unnoticed?

—Yeah... So?

—Yeah, it's okay.

I look at my daughter, who's peacefully sleeping beside me. This'd be our first time going out as a family, too – I would've liked to be in better terms with Chris, but the though of my little family makes me content. We arrive to a cozy place, walls painted with a weird green, flowers and plants decorating the walls. As Chris said, it was practically empty, a kind old man greets us, leading us to a table far away from the entrance.