Mrs. Evans’ Boys
A Mrs. Evans story
*a Chris Evans fan fiction*
By avenger-nerd-mom
Future Chris helps take care when one of the kids is sick, and creates a simple solution to a little problem
Warnings: Daddy Chris, fluff, sick kid, breathing treatment
Word count 950
This Mrs. Evans story is told from Chris’s point of view, a change from other stories in the series
Author Note: I’ve been sick A LOT lately, which accounts for several of my stories lately being about sickness and the healing powers of Mr. Evans. When I had to get a breathing treatment done, I remembered a family moment from long ago that had slipped my memory… with author’s license for embellishing a few details, this is really the tale of how my Hubs got Kid to take his breathing treatments.
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Through the crack in the door, Chris listens to the cough in the little boy’s chest and it pains him to hear it. His big Daddy heart just can’t take it when the boys are sick, but he knows it’s even harder on his wife, so he steps up to the plate.
He steps into the room and asks, “Whatchya doin’, Bud?”
He knows she hates that nickname, always telling him the child and the dog cannot have the same nickname. But it’s too late to get rid of it now.
“Just colorin’, Daddy. Nonna Lisa brought me a new coloring book this morning.”
“Oh, she did; that was nice, we’ll-”
“Yea, yea, Dad; I already thanked her,” he rolls his blue eyes, already trained well in the art of appreciation from his mother.
Chris holds in his laughter. “Ok, then. Hey, son, do you know why your mother sent me up here?”
The little boy throws the covers over his head and snuggles down under the blankets. “‘Cuz I was bad and it’s time for more medicine.”
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