Imagine Chris bringing your baby to your workplace.
A/N: Chapter 8, Part 3 of ‘Beginnings’ ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 8: ‘Beginnings’: Part 1/Part 2)
It was a tough job, turning a script into a movie. It wasn’t all fun and games, more a long, arduous, and mostly painfully tedious process. At least, it was in the beginning. You thought after your time at UCLA and three years with Chris, you’d be prepared and you’d understand; you were wrong. You knew there’d be a lot of meetings before you could get to anything remotely interesting, but you’d underestimated how many.
Work began in January, immediately after you signed with Sony Pictures. Though you were preoccupied with Sebastian and Ava’s wedding planning, you managed four solid weeks of work that helped move the production process in the right direction. In that four weeks, you and Emilia completed the initial script breakdown so a schedule and a budget for the project could be estimated. But that was pretty much all that was done as you were quickly swept into a whirlpool of personal events like your best friends’ wedding and the birth of your son. You had to thank Chris for how understanding Emilia was being because if you weren’t his wife, you probably would’ve lost the opportunity a long time ago. You were a twenty-two year old graduate with no experience and zero credibility in their field of work, for them to invest in you the way they were- it was all in good faith and a great deal of kindness. Or so you thought. Truth was, Emilia saw the same capabilities Chris saw in you. Even with the setbacks your personal life had placed on the project, she knew the end was going to justify the means.
You were also doing everything you could to make up for the lost time, pulling long days and even longer nights. Whatever they wanted from you, whatever time they needed you to give to the project- you did without hesitation. You were hard working and dedicated which was why they didn’t feel the pinch when you had to ask for all that time off; they knew you’d come back with a hundred and ten percent. It would’ve been easy to take advantage of your work ethic, to push you to speed up the process that had been pushed back a couple of times. You wouldn’t have complained if they did, but they didn’t. Emilia was big on family and she wanted you to have time for yours, making sure she’d send you home in time for dinner every night. “The best part about our job is that we can work from home, Y/N,” she’d tell you when you’d argue with her.
15th of June was when you returned to work, and it was now 15th of September. Three months had passed and you were still yet to start filming. You’d sorted: how you were going to market your film; a money strategy consisting of equity funding, crowd funding, and tax incentives; prospective investors; favors and freebies which came easily due to the connections you’d gained since meeting Chris; and a lawyer to help with contracts and releases. You were now up to re-finalizing your script with the help of Lena Hill- a more experienced screen writer- while Emilia scouted for directors, so scenes could be numbered and the script broke down once again. You needed a final schedule and a final budget before you could work out the cast and crew, see who you could afford to act and how many crew members you’d have to cut. You had a fairly tight budget considering you were new to the business, so if the job wasn’t something crucial or something you and your current team could do yourselves- that money was put aside for something else. For example, a scout locator; you were going to do that yourself.
You didn’t realize how much of the production process consisted of numbers. Math wasn’t your strong suit which was why you were glad you had Chris. The production team Emilia and Sony Pictures provided you with did most of the work when it came to the more corporate stuff, but you occasionally had to chime in. It was reassuring to have Chris to come home to with your work, to sit and talk and ask for advice. He was like a fountain of knowledge, scraping up all the information from memory and notes he’d taken about film making from his past experiences.
You secretly wished the two of you didn’t decline his offer to be the director because you could’ve really used his presence on the project. But you were also glad he wasn’t the director because it felt good doing something on your own, away from his name. You may have been turning to him for advice, but it was advice as your husband. It would’ve been different if he was a co-worker, you weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet. You knew yourself and you knew with your lack of experience, you would’ve turned to him for everything and it would’ve become his film. Chris knew that too, hence why he would’ve declined the offer even if Jack wasn’t in the picture. You needed to experience it on your own, especially because it was your first film. You needed to feel the exhilaration of being the one everyone turned to, at least until the director stepped in. Word on the street was Emilia was trying to find you a director who had a fair amount of experience, but was new enough to allow you to comment without their ego getting in the way. Three weeks and she was still having trouble.
You sat in the conference room with Lena, going through your script scene by scene. You were trying to figure out possible locations and their costs. Majority were free, some were favors, but a minority were still needed to be paid for. It was mostly estimation until you could get a meeting with those in charge and negotiate, but until you had a director- it had to wait.
A knock on the door pulled Lena’s attention from her laptop, but yours remained glued to the pieces of paper in front of you. A wide smile stretched across her face when she saw Chris carrying Jack. Lena was a fan of Chris’ because who wasn’t, and she’d been dying to meet Jack in person after the photograph of him went viral. When she first found out she was working with you, she thought she’d get to meet your two boys because they’d visit often. She’d been very wrong as this was actually the first time in three months. It would’ve been longer, but they were in the neighborhood and it was lunch time and you’d texted “I haven’t had time for lunch” when he asked what you were having. Your boys couldn’t let their girl go hungry so they decided to drop in with an oven roasted chicken sub from Subway.
“Oh my God.” It wasn’t until Lena started squealing that you looked up. You smiled when you saw Chris wave at the two of you with Jack’s little hand. “He is so much cuter in person!” She wheeled her chair back and scrambled to her feet, rushing over to your boys. “Is it alright if I hold him?”
“Lena, right?” Chris quizzed and smiled when Lena nodded. “Sure you can. He’s not overly fussy today, so you should be fine.” Chris carefully passed Jack to Lena, making sure she had him before he stepped back. She bounced Jack while pacing the front of the room, allowing Chris to walk over to you. “Look at you, too busy for food,” he teased and you giggled. “You’re lucky Jack and I decided to start a father son food delivery service.”
“Very lucky.” You nodded in agreement as he placed the plastic bag from Subway in front of you. You smiled when you searched the bag, finding a sub, an apple Snapple, and a M&M cookie. “Thank you, baby.” You looked up at met his lips for a quick peck. “What have the two of you been doing all day?” You pulled your drink out, popping it open as Chris sat down on Lena’s chair.
“We went grocery shopping, then we stopped by the park to go see the ducks. We didn’t feed them bread, don’t worry.” He told you before you could ask. You’d read somewhere that bread was actually bad for ducks, so you stopped and made sure those around you did too. “We brought them grapes, that site you found said grapes were a good snack alternative.”
“Yeah, but you have to cut them in half. Did you cut them in half?”
“Nope, figured it was easier if Jack and I ate half then throw the other half in.”
“I know you’re being sarcastic, but I can also picture the two of you doing that so…”
“Yes we cut them in half,” Chris laughed and you bit into your sandwich, trying not to. “How’s things going here?” He quizzed, reaching for your yellow legal pad. He scanned your notes, morphing his lips into an upside down ‘U’ as he nodded. “How’s the search for the director going?”
“Slow,” you murmured with your mouth full. Chris chuckled and reached forward, brushing away the sauce on the corner of your mouth then wiping his thumb on the napkin. “Which director is going to want to work with an inexperienced screenwriter with plans to help commander the project? I told Emilia I’d be fine giving up the reins if I have to, but she said that wasn’t the deal so- she’s giving it a few more weeks before we resort to a complete handover.”
“Have you discussed directing the film yourself?”
You snorted, choking on your sandwich. “You’re kidding, right?” You asked after taking a sip of your Snapple; he shook his head, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. “I don’t know if you realize this, Chris, but I am a recent graduate with no experience. This job I got because of you. I’m barely keeping my head above water as the screen writer, so you’re insane if you think I’m going to take on directing as well.” Chris didn’t make an effort to interrupt, he just listened with a smile as you doubted your capabilities. “You think way too highly of me, Evans. Way too highly.” You took a took another bite of your sandwich as Chris continued to smile at you. “I’m not doing it, Chris, so stop looking at me like that.
“I’m not looking at you in any particular way,” he shook his head with the same smile and you watched him with narrowed eyes. “And I’m not going to waste my time countering what you just said either. You’ve already played the option out, I can see it in your eyes.” You rolled said eyes, lowering your gaze. He was right, you’d thought it before; every story, every script you’d ever written- you’d thought about directing yourself. “If Emilia asked you, you’d say yes without even blinking. You’re just saying no now because you’re afraid and-” he chuckled. “Well, I’ll save that speech of encouragement for when you take the job.”
“I am not directing.”
“How much are you willing to bet?”
“I’m not betting with you,” you laughed.
“Because you know you’ll lose?” He smirked.
“No, because it’s a ridiculous bet,” you retorted.
“Then you have nothing to be afraid of,” he held out his hand. “If I win, I get to buy you a beret that you have to wear for the entire project. If you win, you get to say ‘I told you so’ and well- that is a prize in itself for you, isn’t it?” You scoffed then laughed when he did. “But you have to be fair about it, you can’t just decline the job to win ‘cause there’ll be a penalty for that.” You rolled your eyes, not because he’d believe you’d do that but because he knew you too well. “Well?” He raised a brow, beckoning for your hand with his outstretched one.
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