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Protect His Girls

This is an Evan Buckley imagine, I am hoping to turn this into a series if anybody is interested. Feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: Both Evan's wife and daughter have a lot of allergies between them. So Evan does everything he can to look after them and keep them safe.

Enjoy.

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"Alright, and I am-" Evan turned on his heels, a tender smile on his face that faded into a gruesome grimace when something bashed into his chest the moment he spun round. His arms lifted in the air and his chest tightened and sucked in but it didn't make a difference. The carton of milk in Chimney's hands was no well and truly soaked into Evan's shirt and trousers. "-Out."

He muttered defeatedly under his breath, lowering his arms to his sides before he tipped his head back and let a groan break past his lips.

"Fuck,"

"Sorry Buck," Chimney scrunched his nose and pursed his lips as he looked up at his friend with guilt in his eyes.

"This will be my third shower of the day." Evan pulled his plain grey shirt away from his chest but it didn't help. He could feel the milk soaking into his shirt and sending shivers down his legs that were now cold and drenched. Just as he was about to head home. Perfect.

"Why, just go get changed." Ravi pointed over his shoulder towards the stairs, trying to indicate to the locker room downstairs. There was no point going for another shower if he had a change of clothes in his locker he could get into and just head home.

"No, I need to shower."

"Oh, is, is this your cleanliness thing?"

Chimney looked across at Ravi and shook his head. This was not a conversation he should start and it wasn't the right time to get into that either. He could see the grimace on Evan's face at the mention of it. But Ravi noticed the same as everyone else that Evan showered as soon as he got to the station and then again before he left after shift. And Ravi had seen the way Evan would thoroughly wash his hands after touching certain things like they were contagious.

"Didn't you hear?" A colleague Ravi knew to be called Adam passed by Evan, giving him a rather dirty look as if he wanted to rile him up before he wandered over to the table Ravi was sitting at. "Buck's little wife is allergic to everything. Even him."

Adam scoffed around his coffee cup, seemingly unaware that now he had Chimney, Hen and Eddie all furiously glaring at him like he had shot someone right in front of them. Not everyone in the team knew about Evan's home situation and Adam had overheard and put a few pieces together, badly.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Evan let go of his shirt and turned round on his heels, blazing fury burning deep within his blue eyes when he stared at the person he thankfully never had the pleasure of working with. Adam was rotated on most of Evan's opposite shifts and they never had to work closely when they were out on a big call.

"It's the truth, isn't it? You keep her wrapped up in a little bubble of protection because she's a hypocondriac."

"Why don't you come and say that to my face?"

Evan clenched his hands into fists at his sides and took three daring steps closer to Adam who was taking small sips of his coffee with one hand casually leant against the table, propping himself up at an angle. One step closer and he would be within reach to smash his fist into Adam's face and enjoy the burning pain it would cause them both. Evan hadn't been in many fights in his life but he was no stranger to throwing punches and he could start a brawl right here in the station kitchen if he wanted to.

Adam didn't look like he would be much of an opponent to beat in a fight and after what he just said, Evan was ready to let loose on him.

How dare he stand there and spout rumours that weren't true and talk as if he knew (Y/n). Adam had never met her before, the only one of the team who had met (Y/n) was Chimney and that was only because he had come round to Evan's house with Maddie. Bobby knew about (Y/n) but he had never met her before. Adam knew nothing about her and Evan and yet here he was, stood making jibes and accusations.

Before anyone could stop him, Evan stepped forward and scrunched Adam's shirt up in his fists, yanking him off the table and pulling him closer until they were so close their noses were almost touching. Evan's upper lip curled into a snarl and his eyes darkened when Adam visibly paled in front of him but stayed silent.

Maybe he didn't think Evan would try and start a brawl right here in front of everyone.

"Go on, say it again."

"Alright that's enough!" Reaching over, Hen curled her hands around Evan's bicep as Eddie did the same to his other arm and they both wrenched him back. They pulled him five feet back towards the balcony so he couldn't throw the first punch and be suspended for fighting. That wasn't what anybody needed. And none of them wanted Bobby to come up and find out what was going on between them.

"He's not worth it," Eddie whispered quietly as he patted Evan's shoulder and gave him a certain, knowing look.

"Go get a shower and go home," Hen pointed towards the stairs and gave him a stern look. She was too tired to play referee to a fight this afternoon. But when she turned to look at Adam, her calm expression turned sour. "And you better disappear before you say something that'll get you suspended."

No one was going to give Adam any leeway or slack when he had just insulted Evan's wife in front of them all. He was aiming to rattle Evan's cage and cause an argument, he always was and Evan's family was the one thing that would always provoke him.

Evan jerked his arms out of Hen's grasp when she tried to turn him in the direction of the stairs. He held his hands out and huffed, sending one last glare over at Adam before he marched down the stairs for another shower. And Adam walked to the other side of the annex towards the sofa, seeing he clearly wasn't wanted around the kitchen unless he was willing to sit with the cold shoulder and silent treatment.

Evan slammed his locker open, revelling in the way it smashed into Eddie's locker and left a small dint in the metal. He shrugged off his shirt and tossed it down to the floor before he rummaged in his locker for a towel. He knew better than to try and touch the clean set of clothes in his locker before he'd had a wash. That would risk contaminating his new clothes with the milk that was slowly soaking into him and making him feel sticky and uncomfortable.

"What do you want, probie?" His head tilted back as he threw his towel over his shoulder. Evan didn't need to turn around to know the presence he felt behind him was Ravi, lurking sheepishly in the doorway.

When he turned around, he shut his locker and slumped his shoulders back against the locker, arching his back so his spine clicked into place. His arms folded over his chest, puffing out his arms and his bare chest as he raised a brow and waited impatiently for a response.

"I- I just wanted to uh, apologise. I didn't mean to cause an argument back there."

"Why? You didn't insult my wife." Evan pushed off the locker and looked down at his hands that started to grab and mess with the frayed end of the towel on his shoulder. "And just for the record, she isn't allergic to everything."

He wasn't sure why he was explaining himself. There was nothing Evan had to say to Ravi or anyone else, he didn't have to explain his situation. Bobby was the only one Evan told at first because he was Captain and he had a right to know why Evan could get so tetchy and pent up. But once he got close to the rest of the team, he eventually told them too. Hen was his friend, he confided in her. Chimney was practically his brother in law now that he was with Maddie and Eddie was his best friend. They were his family.

It was the rest of the station that Evan didn't trust. He didn't talk to them all as closely as the little group they had within their team and not everyone was kind. Some people were snarky, like Adam.

"Oh… yeah, I'm sure she isn't." Ravi held his hands together behind his back before he took a daring step into the locker room. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just great. Someone who's never even met my wife has just insulted her to my face. Do you know what it's like for us?" Evan knew his pain was talking for him. A lot of the team understood even if they couldn't fully associate with what he and (Y/n) had to go through.

"What do you mean?"

"(Y/n)'s allergic to a lot of things, if I get my gear messed up I take it home to wash. I washed my clothes here on my second day at the station, and when I went home to hug my wife, we ended up in the emergency room. She was allergic to the detergent we use here."

That had been a bad day. Evan had gone home with the intention of telling (Y/n) how strange and full on his first two days at the station had been. But when he wrapped his arms around her, suddenly she couldn't breathe. Her skin came out in a rash, her throat swelled and they had to go to the hospital for three hours because she had a bad reaction to whatever Evan washed his clothes with at the station.

"Most creams and sprays bring her out in a rash, I don't wear aftershave anymore because she can't breathe around me if I do. I wash when I come on shift and before I leave so I don't take any substances of creams or dust home that might affect (Y/n). We leave the house with two EpiPens for emergencies that always happen and you wouldn't believe the food she can't have."

Evan had never met someone with so many allergies as (Y/n). He used to be so nervous going out on dates but his first date with (Y/n) had gone amazingly well, right until he kissed her. His aftershave made her breathless and started her off coughing. So far he had only found two very faint sprays that didn't affect (Y/n).

A lot of food she couldn't have like fish, nuts and eggs.

She used the same creams and body wash and cleaning soaps that didn't give her a reaction. That meant if she or Evan bought new clothes, they went straight in the wash when they got home before they were worn.

(Y/n)'s life was made up of risks and calculations in case she got ill and Evan had to take the same precautions because he loved the bones of his wife and didn't want to risk her health.

"Like milk?"

A small smile tugged at Evan's lips and he looked down at his damp trousers and shook his head.

"Actually, no. (Y/n) isn't allergic to milk, but somehow my daughter is. My house is the equivelant of a clean room to protect my girls."

Evan had been more than relieved when their numerous hospital trips showed that Bella wasn't allergic to everything like (Y/n) was. She had taken after Evan, he had given her some of his immunity which he thanked God for. But Bella had some allergies of her own, she hadn't fully escaped (Y/n)'s curse.

Bella reacted badly to detergents, lavender, plasters and was highly allergic to milk.

To look after his family, Evan had to scrub himself clean after each shift and he couldn't get into the jeep without making sure he'd had a shower first because his family often went in the jeep with him. He couldn't risk taking any allergens home with him and setting one of his girls off. It wasn't worth the risk.

He took every precaution he could to protect his girls.

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(Y/n) paused wih her fingers dragging halfway through her damp hair when she heard the bathroom door open. Her head turned to look over her shoulder and she strained to try and hear the footsteps in the bathroom to decipher whether it was her husband or her daughter that had walked in.

A shiver rattled down her spine and sent goosebumps rising up on her skin when the shower door opened and Evan poked his head round the door.

"What are you doing?" (Y/n) took a step closer to the wall and pressed her lips together tightly to smother her laugh when he walked in to join her. She was relieved when he shut the door so the draft finally stopped and the water created another aroma of steam to circle around them.

She let her hand drop from her hair and her eyes closed automatically when his arms circled around her waist.

"Joining you." Evan tucked his face into (Y/n)'s neck and pressed his lips against her wet, burning skin. He felt the water drip down and flatten his curls and when it traced down the bridge of his nose and fell onto (Y/n)'s shoulder, he felt her shiver against him.

"Where's Bella?" (Y/n) opened her eyes and looked down when she felt Evan's hands curve round from her hips to grab and squeeze at her waist. His thumb brushed up and down her skin against the water cascading down around them and (Y/n) took a sharp breath when he suddenly bit down on her neck like a vampire.

"Organising the trucks in her room, she's happy."

He had just left Bella's room where she was sat on the floor, lining up, moving and re-organising all her toy fire trucks. Ever since Evan joined the station and told Bella what he did for his job, she had become infatuated and now the trucks were her favourite thing to play with. She would be more than happy and content for a little while if Evan snook away to find out where (Y/n) had got to.

He caught a glimpse of (Y/n)'s dazzling yet shy smile before she turned her head and buried her nose in his hair so she could kiss his damp forehead. The touch made Evan smile against her skin that he was still kissing and nipping at like he was doing his best to create bruises all along her neck.

Taking care to be slow, (Y/n) turned around so she was facing him and dragged her fingertips up his biceps and over his shoulders until she could cup the back of his neck. Her thumbs smoothed across the side of his jaw but she gasped as Evan's hands dug into her hips and he moved her back until she was pressed against the tiles.

They were like ice cubes sticking to her burning skin and the mix of hot and cold made her shake until Evan tilted his head down so their foreheads were pressed together. Most of the water from the shower trickled down the back of Evan's neck but the leftover droplets fell down his forehead and jumped onto (Y/n)'s skin.

She liked the way the water dripped down from his pale pink lips and jumped free from his chin. Each droplet made (Y/n)'s chest tighten until she pushed her hands against his neck and pulled him down to her level. Her fingertips stayed pressed into his skin as she connected his lips down to hers.

She sucked his lower lip between her teeth and gave a little bite until Evan growled and pulled her chest up against his.

His hands moved so he had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other moved to grip the underside of her thigh. (Y/n) could feel his fingertip pinching into her skin so he had a good grip and she squeaked when he hoisted her up. He kept her shoulders pressed against the tiles and pulled her leg until she took the hint and wrapped both legs around his hips so she was sitting on his torso.

"Evan…" She muttered his name against his lips and he seemed to swallow up her moans with deep kisses and a smirk that spread across his face.

"Don't you wanna christen the new bathroom?" His voice was deeper than before and his eyes were hooded and each drop of water that fell from his lashes mesmerised (Y/n). She could feel his chest vibrating with a mix between a growl and a laugh when all she could do was groan against his lips.

They had been in their new house all of a week and Evan was making it his mission to 'christen' each room in the house. The bathroom was next on his list.

"You're insatiable."

Glancing over her shoulder, (Y/n) grinned across at Evan who had his back to her and quickly grabbed his shirt he'd left on the floor. She pulled it over her head and moved to tie her hair up in a loose bobble since it was still dripping wet from their combined shower.

"I believe that's mine."

Adrenaline sparked in (Y/n)'s stomach and she gasped when Evan reeled his free arm out and coiled it around her waist, wrenching her into his chest causing her to stumble over her feet. Her fingers latched around his arm and she leaned her head back on his bare shoulder, smiling innocently up at him.

He looked rather comical, stood in front of the sink with only a towel wrapped around his waist and shaving cream smeared across his chin, upper lip and down his neck.

Evan dropped his other hand into the sink, dipping the razor in the water and he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her when she smiled up at him like that. His fingers danced across her stomach and he rubbed his nose against hers, smearing the shaving cream across her lips and down her chin as she squirmed in his arm and wiggled against his chest.

"Evan," (Y/n) groaned and glared up at him, wriggling her bum into his crotch to irritate him before she shimmied from his hold and reached out for the hand towel. She knew he was only teasing and it wasn't as if his shaving cream was something she was allergic to. Evan's shower gel, shampoo and shaving foam were all non-fragrance and he got the basic sensitive ones so (Y/n) wouldn't have a reaction to any of them.

She swiped the cream from her face just as Evan hooked two fingers into the back of her leggings just above her bum and reeled her close again.

"You've already christened the shower, what are you aiming for next? The sink?"

"Wouldn't be the first time. Care to recall Maddie's thirtieth birthday party?" Evan teased as he began dragging the razor along his neck and up over his chin while he dipped his right hand into her leggings.

"I remember bumping into your mother on the way out that bathroom." (Y/n) scowled up at her husband when a cheesy grin appeared behind the shaving foam he was shaving away. That had been a good party, one of the best they had thrown and (Y/n) could barely remember most of that night.

But she did remember opening the bathroom door and walking straight into Evan's mother. With her hair skewed and coming loose from her bun, bite marks up and down her neck and Evan creeping up behind her to pull down her dress that was scrunched up around her thighs.

(Y/n) was never going through that kind of embarrassment again. She would much rather have an allergic reaction in front of Evan's parents than be caught in the act like that.

Whatever Evan was about to quip back with vanished when they both heard the doorbell ring.

"Door!"

"No, Bella don't open the door!" Evan hollered back as he dropped his razor in the sink and turned around as if he was about to go out and answer the front door himself. It seemed to dawn on him that he wasn't dressed yet, but it wouldn't be the first time he had gone to the front door like this.

He didn't want Bella answering the door. She was only four and it could be anyone at the door.

"I'll go," (Y/n) pecked Evan's bare shoulder and patted her hand against his bum before she unlocked the door and headed out the bathroom. She was the only one who was dressed.

She picked up the pace and hurried down the hall to catch up with her daughter who was hurrying down the hall with one of her miniature fire trucks in her hand. When she got within reach, (Y/n) swooped down and picked Bella up, setting her down on her left hip before she reached the front door.

(Y/n) couldn't think who it would be.

Evan said he wanted to introduce her and Bella to the team, but he was waiting until next week to do that when Bobby was throwing a barbeque. So it couldn't be any of the team coming round to introduce themselves. The only person who knew where they had moved to was Maddie since they had only just moved in this week.

(Y/n) plastered a smile on her face and opened the door a little apprehensively, tightening her arm around Bella when she realised she had no idea who was stood on her porch.

"Hello,"

"Hi neighbour. I'm Mark, I love two doors down and thought I'd come over and introduce myself."

(Y/n)'s lips parted but she stayed silent and a little shocked when the man took a few steps forward and walked inside without even being asked in. He had a plump but sincere smile that creased his eyes that looked rather uncertain and uneasy.

A small 'oh' left (Y/n)'s lips when Mark reached out and took (Y/n)'s free hand to give her a handshake, but he wasn't really looking at (Y/n). He was taking in the decore. They had been relieved when they moved in that the house didn't need much decorating. They painted Bella's room a mix of white and red as she requested, and Evan went round putting up shelves and pictures and hanging frames like they had in their old apartment.

In less than a week it already felt homely and cosy.

"I- I'm (Y/n), and this is Bella." Leaning over, (Y/n) gently placed Bella down to her feet and closed the front door when she realised Mark clearly wanted a conversation before he left.

"She's a sweetie. I've made a fresh batch of cookies, do you want one?" Mark showed the film-wrapped plate in his hand and motioned the plate towards Bella. Her eyes widened and she leaned up on her tiptoes to see what cookies were on the plate.

"That's very kind but she- oh, no she can't have those."

Pushing forward, (Y/n) reached her hand out and tried to gently nudge Mark's hand away when he offered a cookie out to Bella. She was only four and she didn't grasp the concept of not being able to eat certain things. Especially when (Y/n) and Evan got her special sweets and biscuits and cakes made without milk.

Bella presumed every food handed to her was automatically safe because she was being given it.

"Is it just you two?"

"No, my husband's here somewhere," (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder while Bella silently trotted over to the living room to sit down. She hoped Evan would hurry up and get dressed and come out to save her from this conversation. (Y/n) wasn't great with new neighbours. She never knew what to say or how to act. Evan was the boysterous, outgoing one. He fitted in with any crowd and could start up a conversation about anything.

Evan was the outgoing one, (Y/n) was the indoor, introverted one who hid behind his broad frame for safety and security.

Her hands fiddled together in front of her waist when she noticed how close Mark was standing to her. He was about her height, not nearly as tall as Evan who towered over her like a sky scraper.

Moving her hand to her mouth, (Y/n) pretended to rub her nose and did her best to take a deep breath. He was wearing some strong aftershave. Whatever aftershave he had on was one that was making it harder for (Y/n) to take a proper breath when it was flooding up her nose and tightening her chest.

Her eyes widened when she glanced down at her hand. He must have used hand sanitiser before he came round. The whole of (Y/n)'s palm was starting to swell and blotch. Hand sanitiser brought (Y/n) out in a rash, the rubbing alcohol usually made her skin burn and it wasn't good when it was the new social norm with Covid in the air.

"Evan… I'll just go find him."

"Are you okay? Oh, your hand. Let me-"

"No, no I'm… Evan,"

Panic jolted through (Y/n)'s stomach as she took a step back and kept both her arms coiled up against her chest. She couldn't stay standing this close when he was making it harder to breathe in a very, very bad way.

She could feel her panic crumbling into relief when her sights set on Evan walking down the hall. Without making up her excuses, (Y/n) headed to meet Evan halfway, bumping her nose into his chest with how fast she hurried to him.

His hands automatically moved to clamp down on her hips and he smiled as he pressed his lips against her temple, keeping her as close to his bare chest as he could. He'd grabbed a pair of pants and trousers to wear but since (Y/n) had stolen his shirt, he hadn't found another one yet. But his smile faltered against her temple and he leaned his head to the side when his eyes clocked on someone in the living room.

"Who's here?"

"New neighbour, I um… God, he's setting my allergies off." Tilting her head back, (Y/n) pressed her lips together and held her hand up for Evan to inspect. She watched the way his eyes scrutinised her palm and his hand came up to clamp down on her wrist, bringing her hand in for closer inspection.

"Oh baby. I'll get rid of him."

(Y/n) shivered when Evan brought her hand closer and kissed her palm before he turned her round to switch places, keeping her behind him so he could head into the hall and kindly show their guest the door.

"Hi, my wife said- oh, hey no no don't give her that!" Pushing forward, Evan leaned over the back of the sofa that pressed deeply into his abdomen and crunched his belt into his stomach.

As quick as anything, Evan swiped the cookie from Bella's hand just as the man handed it to her. Evan tossed it back on the plate that was on the coffee table before he reached over and gently held Ella by her sides. He effortlessly lifted her up and hoisted her over the back of the sofa so he could cuddle her into his chest. He didn't want her thinking he was mad at her because he wasn't, they were still trying to teach her what allergies meant and show her the foods and items she couldn't have or touch.

Evan kissed her temple and rubbed his hand up and down her back before he looked at the new neighbour who looked a mix between annoyed and perplexed.

"Thank you, but please don't give her anything. Bella's allergic to milk and most cookies are made with butter."

He leaned his cheek against the top of Bella's head but Evan couldn't fight off the unease in his chest when he looked over at the new neighbour. As if he would just come round and try to hand out food to someone else's child. A stranger no less. He had no idea what allergies Bella may or may not have or if certain foods might upset her or make her ill.

It was a nice gesture to bring food round to get to know them, but not to hand food out to their daughter when their backs were turned.

"Is your wife alright?" He seemed to completely miss the point and talk around the subject but Evan didn't have the energy to try and argue. He needed to keep civil because they were new and it wouldn't do them any favours to make enemies in their first week.

They weren't going to be going round to other neighbour's houses anyway, not with (Y/n) and Bella's allergies. The girls barely left the house which was how (Y/n) preferred things.

"I think your aftershave might be setting off her allergies, but she's okay. Thanks for dropping by." Evan tried to be as polite as he could manage but standing three feet away from this man didn't help Evan's own sense of smell. He could understand why (Y/n) could scarcely breathe around this man.

For the last six years Evan had stopped wearing all but one kind of aftershave and even then, he didn't use much of it to be safe. They used the same air freshner and laundry detergents and cleaning products that Evan had gone nose blind to them all. Now he had someone in his home who smelt like a perfume factory and with their home being like a scientific clean room, Evan wasn't too happy to have someone come in and set off his wife's allergies.

She should be able to breathe and be safe in her own home without any reactions.

Evan followed a few feet behind the new neighbour and walked him out, happy to shut the door behind him and sigh in relief. He turned his head to pepper a flurry of kisses against Bella's forehead until she squealed and shimmied around in his arms. She brought her hands up and cupped Evan's face so she could brush their noses together.

"So baby girl, what are we doing today?"

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