summary: the stress of a new baby has your relationship at the worst it’s ever been, and eddie’s past childhood is worrying him sick about becoming a father.
warnings: okay so eddie is a dick head in this just saying but he’ll get better. language, mentions of blood and injuries, fighting, stressful relationship, false labor, wayne takes the reader to the hospital and being an absolute sweetheart, pregnancy hormones, mentions of past abuse. angst to the max goddamn but lots of fluff at the end, panic attack, fainting, use of the f slur and mentions of homophobia.
requested by @itiscj thanks for the idea sweetheart! i love you!!
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All couples went through rough patches. That just came with the territory. However, this one, was the worst you both had ever been. The energy between you and Eddie was strained, tired and tense. And you had no idea why. You were seven months pregnant with a baby girl, and for the first half of your pregnancy, Eddie had been ecstatic. Nervous, but ecstatic nonetheless.
And now it was like he was gone. When you both talked, it was broken out into a fight, leaving you a crying mess and him storming out to go rant to his Uncle Wayne. He wasn’t talking to you, and honestly, you felt alone. You were working part time as a waitress during the day, and when you came home, all you wanted to do was sleep with Eddie by your side, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to do that anymore. You knew it had something to do with the baby, but he wouldn’t talk to you about it.
The job he had kept you two at bay. He worked night shift as a bouncer at the club outside of town. It was good money, you couldn’t deny that, but you worried for him when he went in for his shifts. Too many times had he come back with black eyes and bloody noses. You learned best to not pester him about it, because he only snapped at you.
You were living in a small, two bedroom house now, rather than the trailer you’d both given up a few months ago. You assured him you didn’t need to move, but he was adamant about it. Truth was, he was growing cold the last few weeks, and it was breaking your heart. Even your friends could tell that things were tense between the two of you.
It had been almost a month since you two had been intimate with each other. Passionate kisses were turning into small pecks or a squeeze of your shoulder. When you’d talk about the baby he’d clam up, and he wouldn’t ever touch your stomach anymore. Some nights he wouldn’t even come to bed, trading to sleep on the couch instead. Once, you’d woke him up crying, your hormones blaring up a storm, and he begrudgingly followed you back to bed so you wouldn’t cry all night.
It was almost midnight. Eddie would be coming home soon, and you were determined to stay up to see him home. You were seated on the floor, lounging in comfortable sweats with your hair in a bun. You were cursing under your breath, trying to put together the crib for the baby. He kept promising he would do it, but that had been weeks ago. You were trying to give him space, trying to not irritate him and hoped that he would come to you when he was ready. It was normal to get cold feet, but you were starting to get fed up, because he was acting ridiculous.
You hummed slightly at the little kick in your stomach, and you smiled down at your stomach. “Is that your foot I feel?” You brought your hand to your stomach. “I know, dumplin. I can’t wait to meet you too.” You sighed as you looked back to the instructions, scratching your neck. “I’m trying to get your bed fixed up, but it’s not going so good. Your daddy said he’d do it for me but…” You caught yourself before you got worked up, pursing your lips.
The jingle of keys caught your attention, and you smiled widely when you seen those dark curls step through the doorway. “Hey, baby-” Your greeting was cut off by a gasp, your hand coming up to your mouth at the sight of blood dripping from his face. “Oh, god, Eddie!”
He froze at the sight of you, sighing heavily as you waddled your way over to him. “I thought you were asleep.”
“What the hell happened?” You panicked, shutting the door as you pulled him into the kitchen, flicking on the light. Blood was seeping from his eye, completely bloodshot as it stained his cheek.
“Just a fight.” He said shortly, allowing you to push him into a seat. He knew better than to not let you take care of his injuries, otherwise he’d be met with angry sobs. You pulled out the first aid kit, which you kept in the drawer by the doorway now after so many encounters like this.
“Are you okay?” You grabbed his face, rummaging through the kit. “God, we should go to the hospital! This looks-”
“No, it’s alright.” He brushed his hand over your arm. “It don’t hurt that bad.”
You sighed as you grabbed antiseptic wipes and brought it up to his cheek, tilting his head back toward the light. “What happened this time?”
Your belly poked his uniform clad knee. It was a classy place, so he had to dress a certain way, something that did not make him overly happy. He winced at the burn on his cheek, the skin starting to swell as you wiped away blood.
“Just a guy. Had too much to drink. Usual stuff.” He tried to keep it simple so you wouldn’t ask too many questions.
You kept quiet, continuing your work. You swallowed a lump in your throat, telling yourself that you didn’t want to fight, but this was happening too often and you were tired of patching him up. “You’re not gonna be able to see very well.” You said sadly, and his eyes flickered up to yours from your tone, licking his lips.
“I told you I was gonna do that.” He nodded toward the crib, trying to change the subject.
You briefly glanced over in the direction of the crib, grabbing another wipe to work around his eye. “Yeah, well that was weeks ago. I had nothing else to do.” Irritation slipped through your voice as much as you tried to keep it from doing so, and he gave you a weird look, but said nothing.
“Ow, fuck-” He winced, grabbing at the counter.
“She was kicking earlier.” You smiled softly, trying to get him to talk about your unborn child. “She gets active at night. I think she waits for you to come home.”
His eyes went to your swollen tummy, parting his lips. “That’s nice.”
“What’s your hours this week?” You immediately changed the subject. This was not going very well.
You sighed loudly that time, throwing down the wipe to pull out a bandaid. “Great. So that means I’ll be up six days this week taking care of more accidents.” You slapped a bandaid on a small cut to his cheek. A bruise was forming around his eye, the inside stained blood red from popped blood vessels.
“Y/n.” He said sternly, shaking his head. “I’m not talking about this shit again.”
You turned around to wash your hands, biting your lips to keep from crying, shoulders shaking in anger. You did nothing wrong. There was no reason for you to be treated this way. “I want you to get another job.” You turned, hand on your belly and eyes firm.
He sent you a glare. “You know that isn’t happening. Go to sleep. I’ll finish the crib.” He went to turn, but you grabbed his elbow.
“Don’t dismiss me, Edward!” You snapped. “I can’t keep waiting for you to come home every night covered in bruises and blood! You’re going to get yourself killed!”
He closed his eyes to keep from lashing out. This argument had already been done one too many times. “You know why I can’t leave it, y/n.” He said firmly. “There’s no other job in town that pays money like that. I’m lucky to be working there. We can’t be picky. Not with..”
Your eyes narrowed at his silence, and you looked down to your stomach. “What? The baby? Can you not even acknowledge her now?”
“What?” He backed away incredulously. “That’s not true.”
“It is true!” You threw your arms up, stepping on your tip toes to scream in his face. “You ignore her! Just like you do me! All you do is work! You don’t ever make time for me anymore! All you do is avoid me!”
“That’s ridiculous, y/n.” He said calmly, staring at you with dead eyes despite your outburst. “You’re just tired. Go-”
“If you tell me to sleep one more damn time I’m gonna give you another black eye to match, I swear to God!” You pointed at him, hair falling out of place.
He clamped his mouth shut, and you let your hand fall to the side as silence ensued. You couldn’t do it anymore. Seventh months pregnant or not, even with your hormones out the wall and halfway to Jupiter, this was just too much. His face barely held emotion. His eyes were tired, and you knew he didn’t want to talk.
“Y/n, it’s been a long night.” He closed his eyes. “Can we please just forget about this?”
You felt like he was ripping out your heart and stomping on it right in front of you. You felt like he was drifting away from you. What did you do? Why was he pulling away?
“What did I do?” Your voice broke like fire crackers, eyes brewing with diamond tears.
He sighed heavily in exhaustion, giving you a look. “You didn’t do anything, y/n. I’m just tired, alright?”
“Then why do you hate me so much?” You cried, blubbering like a baby, hands cradling your stomach.
“I don’t hate you.” His face hardened, lips forming into a line. “I do not hate you.”
“Then why won’t you talk to me anymore?” You sobbed, face scrunching together as your chest heaved. “Something’s wrong and you won’t tell me what it is!”
Your cries made his heart throb, wincing from your cries. “Y/n,” He took a step, reaching out to grab your elbow. “You’re just…you’re just emotional, honey.”
“Don’t try and gaslight me, Eddie!” You snapped, yanking your arm away. “I am not emotional!”
He rubbed his face tiredly, chuckling dryly without humor. “Okay, I’m not doing this. I’m going to bed.”
You watched him go into the bedroom and take a blanket, passing you to toss himself on the couch. You looked down to the ground and gritted your jaw shut to keep the sobs from escaping. You knew the questions was stupid, but you had to ask it.
“Is there someone else?” You whimpered, not looking up to meet his eyes. “Is that..is that why?” The shine of your runny nose glistened on your cupid’s bow, mixing with your tears.
You were met with seconds of silence, and then a sharp, “What?”
You sobbed harshly, crossing your arms as you breached hysterics. “If there’s someone else…if there is then you c-can tell me. I just want you to t-talk to me.”
You looked up when his shoes hit the floor, and he was mad. “Don’t fucking say shit like that.” He seethed, gritting his teeth as he took a step towards you. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Then what is it!” You threw your hands up, shouting through your cries.
“Nothing!” He snapped, causing you to let out a sob. “Nothing! There’s nothing wrong! I’m not fucking mad at you! I’m not seeing anybody else! Will you just let me fucking go to sleep! I’m the one who’s making all this money for our kid, y/n!” He was yelling in your face, spit hitting your cheek as you sobbed.
An elbow poked your stomach, and your hands automatically hovered over your daughter protectively. “Then what did I- what did I- Eddie, what did I do?” Your words broke apart through stringed cries. “Why are you so- so angry all the time and..and-”
“God, y/n, I just can’t do this, right now, okay?” He held up his hands to silence you, face strained. “I’m gonna- I’m just gonna go to Gareth’s, alright? Go to sleep. I’ll be back later.” 
You gasped through tears as you watched him grab his keys. “No, Eddie, please I don’t want you to l-leave!”
He hurried out of your house and left you alone, muttering under his breath words you could not hear. You grasped your stomach steadily, knees buckling as you sobbed, piercing sobs that made your throat fill with sick. You had the urge to chase after him, but you felt frozen, hands coming up to cover your face as you wobbled.
You groaned when you felt a sharp pain dig into your abdomen, but it was not a kick that time, and you gasped as you placed a hand on your stomach. Your eyes widened as you doubled over, grasping the counter top as you moaned painfully at the stingy tightening of your stomach. “Oh, no.” You cried.
No, no, no. This- this was too early. Seven months was too early. This wasn’t labor was it? You weren’t sure, but you’d never felt this before, and you were already a mess, so you were sent into a panic. “No, no, no, honey, not now please-” You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut at the pain.
You sobbed as you grabbed the telephone, dialing the number you’d had memorized. You figured you should of tried to contact Eddie, calling Gareth and letting him know what was going on, but you found yourself calling Wayne.
“Wayne!” You gasped tearfully. “God, Wayne, I think I’m in labor! Please, I don’t know-”
“Hey, hey, slow down, kiddo,” His voice comforted you slowly through the phone. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know!” You sobbed, folding over as your legs shook. “I don’t know! I don’t know! I’m so scared, Wayne! I think something’s wrong and Eddie, he’s- he left and,”
“Woah, what? He left? What happened, y/n? Are you alright?” You could hear the jingle of his keys through the line.
“We fought and he- got so mad and he just left! He’s so…god, he’s so mad, Wayne! And- oh, ow, ow, ow!” You gritted your teeth as your hand squeezed the phone, a pulling at the front of your stomach. “Wayne, I think something’s wrong! The baby I-”
“Y/n, calm down, kiddo. I’m on the way, alright? I’ll be there in five minutes, okay? Don’t panic.”
You sobbed into the receiver and your knees buckled once again, and you had to drop the phone to hold yourself up on the counter. You could hear Wayne speaking, but you couldn’t understand his words. You were gasping, panicking. The pain really wasn’t even all that terrible, but your anxiety was making it seem much worse. Your vision blurred, your head spun, and before you knew it, your fight or flight mode kicked in, and you were sent to the floor, no longer able to endure the night.
“What you were experiencing is what we call Braxton hicks contractions. They’re not uncommon this close to your due date, but seven months isn’t an ideal time to deliver your baby. We have had babies come that early, but it’s usually due to medical problems or untreated diagnosis that we didn’t catch during the ultra sound. False labor is extremely common in this stage, Ms. L/n, so I can assure you not to worry. Lots of environmental factors can influence the process. Have you had anything going on lately that you’d like to share?”
You were laying down in a hospital bed, clad in a scratchy gown with your hair in a loose ponytail that Wayne had put up for you. It may seem out of his character, but he’d put young Eddie’s hair up several times when he’d complain about not being able to see. He refused to let his Uncle cut it, so up it went. 
It was four hours later since he’d brought you to the emergency room, and after countless tests and procedures, you lay resting and nearly half asleep. Your pain had subsided long ago, only your muscles twitching from your nerves being shot. Wayne had kept asking you if you wanted him to get ahold of Eddie, but once you knew for sure that nothing was seriously wrong with you, you told him not to bother him. He obviously didn’t want to be around you, anyways. You felt completely outcasted. Heartbroken.
“Just a stressful night, I guess.” You answered meekly, meeting the Emergency Room Doctor’s eyes, a tall, slender man with glasses and dark hair.
“Must of been extremely stressful to send you into early labor.” The man narrowed his eyes, frowning as he looked to Wayne, who sat beside you. “Try and take these last months easy, okay? We want the baby to come as close to the due date as possible. It’s not ideal to have early labor pains at this stage, and leading a stressful life is certainly not good for mother and child.” The doctors tone had completely changed, making Wayne sigh and pat your shoulder.
“She’ll be in good hands, doc.” He nodded, voice rough and tired. It was nearly five o’clock in the morning. “Thank you.”
The man nodded. “Why don’t you both stay the night? She looks like she needs it.” He gestured to you with a smile, and your lips barely twitched up, trying to be polite. But all you wanted to do was cry.
You leaned your head back against the bed, hands protectively holding your unborn daughter. As soon as the doctor had left the room and closed the door, you burst into tears.
“Hey, now,” Wayne’s hand found your forearm. “There’s nothing to be worried about. Baby’s okay.”
You nodded, face scrunched together in tired, hoarse tears, small whimpers quivering your lips. “I know. I just…I wish Eddie was here.”
“You want me to go find him?”
You shook your head and sobbed. “We shouldn’t bother him. He..he just wants to be left alone. Oh, god, Wayne what did I do? I have no idea why he’s so…so distant and cold. I’m so scared he’s gonna leave me.” You sobbed, grabbing his hand. You were exhausted, words cracking and almost too quiet to hear. You needed to sleep. You’d done nothing but rant and cry to the man for hours now.
“Hey, hey, shh, kiddo.” His hand came up to your hair, trying to calm you down as the sleeve of his red flannel tickled your cheek. “You let me worry about Eddie, okay. You just get your rest, now.” He shushed you gently and held your hands while you cried yourself to sleep, and he stayed until you were completely out of it. Once you were in deep sleep, he covered you up with a blanket, turned out the lamp on the beside table, and left to go kick his nephew’s ass.
You could hear the slow, steady beating of your heart monitor in your ear, the hum of people’s voices outside in the halls and sharp footsteps. You felt weight on your legs, sunshine illuminating your face. You opened your eyes slowly, and the first thing you saw was jet black curls. His hand was holding yours, the other placed on the swell of your belly while his head lay on your lap. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight.
You blinked tiredly and looked around the room for a clock until you found it on the wall, reading that it was a quarter passed noon. You stifled a yawn and looked back down to your loved, bringing your had to his mane and stroking your fingers through his locks. You laid your head back against the pillow, closing your eyes as an uncomfortable ache set in your lower back.
“Not gonna be easy on momma today, huh?” You whispered to your belly, causing him to stir on your lap. You clamped your mouth shut, hoping he’d fall back asleep. He turned his eyes and fluttered his lids open, and once his iris’s found yours, he sat up quickly. “Hey.” He breathed in deeply, scooting closer to the bed. “Hey, sweetheart, how you feeling?”
You swallowed and nodded, sniffling. “M’ okay.”
He nodded back, hands squeezing your own. “You sure? Need me to get the doctor or anything?”
“No, no, I’m fine.” You assured, feeling awkward as you struggled with what to say. “I thought…I thought you had to work today.” You tried pushing the spotlight off yourself. 
“I took off.“ He examined your face, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look pale. Are you hungry?”
“Eddie, I’m fine.” You sighed, grabbing his hand in exhaustion. The sleep didn’t seem to do you much good.
Silence ensued, and you both locked eyes, the air thick with tension and stress. Eddie licked his lips, eyes flickering between your face and your belly, brows furrowing together as he tried to speak. “Y/n,” He sighed heavily, scrunching his eyes closed. “Baby, I am so, so sorry.”
You swallowed quietly. “Eddie, it’s-”
“No, no, please,” He held a hand up, voice almost shaking as he struggled to not have a panic attack. “Please, let me say this.”
Your eyes widened a little bit, but you nodded, apprehensive about what he wanted to say. You were too tired to have another argument. Eddie looked physically the sick, the longer you looked at him, watching as he remained quiet and stared at your interlocked hands. “I’ve been having these nightmares,” His free hand fiddled with the ends of the scratchy hospital blanket. “That’s why I’ve been sleeping on the couch. I don’t..well, I don’t want to wake you.”
Your tired eyes narrowed down at him. He was talking. And from the sound of his tone, it was something that was really bothering him. “What are they about?”
His eyes traveled to your belly, bringing up his hand to ghost above your navel. “Dad.” It was barely over a mumble.
Your lips parted slightly, giving a small nod. “Do you want to tell me about them?”
The bags under his eyes looked the color of ripe plums, his skin pale white against the sharp color, making them stand out. His eyes were piercing into deep concentration. “I…I keep remembering things from when I was a kid. Just random…random memories that I’d forgotten about.”
You knew it was dangerous territory when it came to talking about his father. You knew better than to bring it up. Everyone knew better. The only person who had the right, was Wayne, because he understood it on a deeper level. He had been there.
“He hated that I kept my hair long.” He was staring at your belly, but his eyes were long in the past, his iris’s screening a movie that you could almost sit and watch. “He use to..he used to call me a…fag because of it. Said it made me look to much like a girl.”
Your instincts were to shower him with love and pull him close, but he was opening up and you didn’t want to smother him. You kept quiet.
“When I was ten he made me buzz it.” He sighed heavily, dark curls humming over his exhaling chest. “I know it sounds dramatic but…it really did break my heart. I thought I’d never get over it. He said if I didn’t then…then he’d beat me within an inch of my life, and he wasn’t the kind of guy to give empty threats. If I had been older I would of fought back but..I was young. Scared.”
Tears were quietly dampening the plush of your cheeks. How could you not cry?
His hand dropped from your belly to run through his hair, squeezing it lightly from the memory. “And once I had smarted off about not wanting to eat dinner, so he..he smashed my face into the plate and held me there to make me eat it. See the bump here,” His finger went to his slender nose, eyes finally flickering to your face for a brief moment. He didn’t miss the tear tracks. “Never fully healed right.”
He took a shallow breath, looking at the blankets as he fluttered his eyes closed in thought. “I’m just..y/n, I’m,” Your hand squeezed his tightly, your other holding his wrist. Tiny sniffles left your nose.
He looked like he was in so much pain, and he kept opening his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t get the words to come out. “I’m..so scared that I’m..that I’m gonna end up like him. He drove mom away. He drove Wayne away. And I just..I don’t wanna,” His voice broke and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.
“God, y/n, I’m so, so sorry.” He pleaded with shiny eyes. “I’ve been trying so hard not to..fuck things up and I’ve already done it. I’m already pushing you away and- and, honey, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You rushed, leaning up to grab his shoulders. “Eddie, it’s-”
“No.” He shook his head firmly, sniffling. “No, don’t say it’s okay. It’s not okay. I’ve been nothing but a jerk to you lately. There’s no excuse for it.” He silenced your reassurances, making you go quiet. You had to lean back down, because the baby inside of your stomach was having an absolute dance party in your uterus.
“Are you alright?” He sat up more.
You nodded quickly. “Yeah. Dumplin’s just awake, is all.”
He smiled softly at the name, eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. “Dumplin?”
You giggled quietly. “Just a nickname. I haven’t been able to actually think of real names.”
His hand went to your belly again, softly rubbing your swell to try and find his daughter. You took his hand and placed it on the upper right side of your abdomen. You both laughed when she kicked, yours more of a strained groan from the uncomfortable fist bump.
“The first time I saw you,” He patted your belly and looked up to you, only a mere few inches between your noses. “I knew right then that I was gonna marry you. We were in the cafeteria at school. I was sitting there with Dustin and Gareth and as soon as you walked in, my jaw just…I mean, it literally dropped.” He chuckled at the memory, eyes brightening to life. “I looked to them and I said, “Guys she’s the one. That’s the girl I’m gonna marry. Just you wait and see.”
You smiled at the confession, eyes still swelled with tears. His smile turned lopsided, frowning as his eyes drifted down. “And I’m- I’m so scared of loosing you, y/n. I’m so scared of turning out like..like him and driving you away from me. I don’t..I don’t want our daughter to be afraid of me. I’m just so scared, baby. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done I’m just so, so scared.”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” You grabbed his cheek, a singular, salty tear rolling down his sculptured cheekbone. “Eddie..Eddie, honey it’s alright. Come here.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him up to lay next to you, and you wrapped your arms around his midsections, allowing him to tuck his head on your chest. You kissed the top of his head. “I’m scared too, you know? I’m trying so hard to do things right to keep her healthy. It’s overwhelming how much there is you have to consider. And when she actually comes? God, it terrifies me just thinking about it.” You gulped, his curls soft against your neck.
You felt a tear drip onto your skin, and you looked down to grip his chin. “Hey,” You lifted his face so you could look into his eyes. “You might not believe it, but I know that you’re going to be a great dad, and I’m..I’m going to be the best mother I can be, even though I’m scared out of my mind. We can be scared, Eddie. It doesn’t mean we’re not ready for this.”
His fingers wrapped around your wrist, his lips finding your pulse point as he nodded softly. “I’m so sorry, y/n.” He said again, shuttering out a breath. “Please, forgive me. I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry. God, just…just kick me to the curb. Throw all my shit out the window. Ban me from Hellfire nights. Anything.” He buried his face in your neck and you laughed, bringing your hand up to his hair.
“You really think I have the power to keep you from going to Hellfire?”
There was a beat of silence. “Probably not.”
His smile tickled your neck and you giggled, scrunching up the blanket closer to you. “But I do think some punishment is in order. I’ve been a shit head.” He lifted his legs off the floor to tangled with yours, arm draped over your stomach. “Any ideas?”
“You could take me to Denny’s for some chocolate chip pancakes.” Your mouth watered at the very mention, a happy squeak in your voice at the idea. “Me and dumplin are hungry.”
“You and dumplin are gonna make me go bankrupt if I keep having to treat you out to denny’s every week.” He teased playfully, situating himself to where he was holding you now.
“Sorry.” You said bashfully, earning a tsk from him. “Shut up.” He chuckled. “I’m kidding.”
He tucked his chin atop of your head, giving you a quick peck as he rubbed up and down your arm. “You know, I’ve been thinkin’ of some baby names.”
“You have?” You peeked up. “What are they?”
“Well, I don’t know if you’re gonna care for them too much.” He warned. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning on even mentioning them.”
“They can’t be that bad.” You played with the buttons on his jacket. “Come on, I wanna know.”
He raised his brows in a sigh. “Well, how bout..Arwen?”
You looked up to him quickly. “Arwen? From like Lord of the Rings?”
He had an amused look on his face. “Yeah! Why not? Or maybe Galadriel?”
“You wanna name our baby Galadriel?”
“I thought it sounded sophisticated.”
You playfully slapped his chest as he laughed into your hair, pink lips spread into a deep smile. “Well, there was one other name I thought about.”
You hummed to encourage him on.
Your lips had parted to give criticism, but the name was pretty. “Huh.” You paused. “Joanna.”
He smiled widely as he looked down. “Did good, did I? Joanna Munson.”
He looked off towards the room like he was seeing visions from the future, and you couldn’t look away from your belly, an emotional lump building in your chest. “Joanna Munson. That’s…that’s really pretty, Eddie.” Your voice had cracked and he was back on you.
“Now, it’s not worth crying over, sweetheart.” He chuckled, wiping a tear from your eye. He laid you both back so you could be comfortable, his arms holding you tight. You both stared at each other, your hand flat against his chest.
“You’re going to be such a good dad, Eddie.”
Eddie said nothing, but he didn’t have to. He placed his lips on your forehead, pressing softly as he lulled you back to sleep. Pancakes could wait. You needed your sleep.
And in exactly fifty two days, you both would introduce the world to Joanna Lorraine Munson.
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