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An Attempt at a One Night Stand Pt. 6

Summary: various Sundays with reader, Danny, and Eddie.

CW: Fluff, the slightest hint of spice, angst, slight SH (reader hits something), grief, adams death story, mentions of drunk driving, reader and Eddie argue, adult themes and language.

A/N: I’m sorry this took me forever, my metaphorical egg is scrambled, but I’m back baby 😩🤘🏻

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After that night, Eddie didn’t sleep at his house for another week, not that anyone was complaining.

The first Sunday morning the couple didn’t set an alarm, Eddie was awoken by the click of the bedroom door opening. He peeked through his eyelashes to find Y/n still sleeping next to him, her hair a beautiful mess on her pillow. Her back was mostly bare, save for the cami she wore to sleep. Then he felt the tap on his shoulder.

Eddie turned to find Danny rubbing his sleepy eyes, “Yeti? Where's mama?” He asked. Eddie froze, unsure where to go from here, “Uh, she’s sleeping. Right over there, see?” He pointed over his shoulder. Danny wasted no time crawling up onto the bed, across Eddie’s lap and into the small space between them with a flop.

Y/n groaned and stretched as she rolled over, slinging her arm over the little boy before she even opened her eyes. Eddie sat still, watching the scene. Danny was smiling already, his little feet wriggling under the blanket to get warm. Y/n kissed the top of his head a couple times. “Hi baby.” She mumbled with eyes closed as she nuzzled against his curls.

“Why’s Yeti in your bed?” Danny asked. Y/n looked up at Eddie properly, squinting in the early morning light filtering in through the window.

“We had a sleepover.” She said simply. Eddie smiled at her, smoothing her hair back on her pillow adoringly.

“Next time, can Yeti sleep in my room?” Danny asked.

Y/n looked as if she were at a loss for words, a chuckle slipping through her lips as she looked at Eddie, who didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yeah, kid. We can make a fort and everything!” Eddie offered, but not before the realization hit him that he can’t make decisions like those, it wasn’t his place.

His eyes darted to Y/n’s, finding her smiling dreamily at him. She noticed the panic in his eyes before she nodded, “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” She answered.

Eddie felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach, warm and fluttery against his every nerve. He smiled and laid back down, finally relaxed. “Can we eat?” Danny asked after a moment of lazy morning bliss.

Y/n’s eyes opened again as she crinkled her brows in agony. “Five more minutes, Dan, the suns barely up.” She mumbled.

“But it’s wake up time!” He reasoned.

Eddie chuckled, his heart an absolute mess over these two. “C’mon, buddy,” Eddie sat up as he whispered, reaching on the floor for his shirt. Danny crawled out of the blanket next to him, ready to follow his Yeti anywhere.

Y/n peeked her eyes open again to see Eddie’s bare back sitting at the edge of the bed, his curls falling over his shoulders before he pulled the shirt on over his head. She bit back a smirk at the light pink lines leftover on his pale skin, flashbacks from the night before already sending heat to her core.

Eddie stood and shuffled out of the room behind Danny, pausing at the door when Y/n sat up to follow, “Uh-uh, lay back down, missy.” He pointed at her and raised his brow like a stern father.

Y/n giggled and laid back down, her eyes still on him. “What are you doing?” She asked, pulling the blankets over her shoulder.

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast, and you’re gonna get up when you’re ready. ‘M gonna hang out with Danny til then.” He said simply, pulling the door shut before she could argue.

“Okay… are you sure you got this? There’s cereal in the—“

“Aht! I got it, babe. Get some rest, you deserve it.”

Y/n sighed, looking at her empty bed in the pale morning light. She smiled and rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head.

Eddie shuffled into the kitchen with an easy smile on his lips, finding Danny already sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out on the cushion in front of him. Sesame Street was on, which happened to be one of their shared favorites.

“Alright, buddy, what’d’ya wanna eat?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Cereal!” Danny cheered, hopping off the couch and running after him. Danny sped around Eddie to the cabinet the cereal stayed in, opening it for him and pointing to the top, “See? See? Up there!” He bounced eagerly.

Eddie grabbed the box of chocolate crunch flakes, his own excitement rising in his chest, “This is my favorite kind!” He said to the boy, pulling down three bowls from the cabinet, one of them Danny sized. “Does mommy like these too?” He asked, pouring into the small bowl and ignoring the warm satisfaction that bloomed in his chest as he referred to her as such. He could dream all he wanted.

Danny shook his head, “She has her own, up there.” He pointed again. Eddie poured his helping and reached up for the other box, the cinnamon cereal making him smile. Lots of times he spent the night, he hadn’t been able to stay for breakfast, and the times he did, Y/n always made him a mouthwatering spread for all of them to enjoy. It never occurred to him that he didn’t know what kind of cereal she preferred.

He sat with Danny at the coffee table, watching the tv until he drank the chocolatey leftover milk. “Where’s mommy?” Danny asked, glancing down the hallway.

Eddie followed his gaze to the still shut door. “She’s sleeping some more, I hope.”

“I better go check on her.” Danny mentioned, eyes back on the tv as he spooned another scoop into his mouth and made to get off the couch.

“No, no, I can do that, bud, watch your show.” Eddie gave a breathy chuckle as he walked to the kitchen to prepare her cereal. He wondered if she liked it crunchy or more on the milky side. If she’s liked this kind her entire life or if this was a recent favorite.

He wondered if Adam ever made breakfast for her.

He gently turned her doorknob, peeking through the crack before opening it more to slip inside. He smiled when he saw her curled up in the middle of the bed, her eyes closed. The blanket was pulled up over her chin, her nose and eyes the only part of her face that was visible. Eddie almost regretted making her bowl, knowing it’d be soggy by the time she was ready to wake up.

But then her eyes fluttered open, kissing at the outer corners when she smiled from under the blanket. Eddie smiled back at her, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently pulling the blanket down to her chin. “Hi.” She quietly greeted. Eddie only smiled as his finger traced her cheekbone and jaw, his fingers extending across her cheek to hold her face. She leaned into his touch for a moment before she sat up. “What’s this?” She asked when she saw the cereal.

“For my lady,” he handed it to her, relishing the way her eyes widened in delight as her smile grew, “Danny wanted to check on you.” He added while she took a large bite.

She nodded, speaking through a mouthful shamelessly, “He thinks because—“ she swallowed, “because I check on him all the time, he needs to check on me too.” She shook her head with a loving smile.

“I’m sure he has to keep a very close eye on you, you’re pretty wild.” He teased.

She took another bite and swallowed before speaking, “He lines me out when I need him to, that’s for sure.” She scoffed. “It’s just been us, so.” She shrugged, “Guess he thinks I’m his responsibility, or something.” She rolled her eyes and took another bite, looking more contemplative than Eddie wanted her to.

“Well, now he’s got two of us to keep in line.” Eddie said with a cracked smile, noticing the way her eyes turned softer. She stared at him for a moment, long enough to make him worry if he overstepped.

Instead, she licked her lips, sweet from her sugar tainted milk, and pressed them to his. It was slow and loving, no sense of urgency found in the way they kissed this time. This was new for Eddie, but far from it for Y/n. She hadn’t allowed herself to feel this kind of tenderness in a long time, and had only just now realized how good it felt to be soft with someone again.

And not just someone, it felt good to be soft with Eddie.

She lost herself in him, unaware of their lips slowing to a stop as he broke it to pull back only a centimeter, “I got you.” He said the smallest whisper she’d ever heard from him.

She exhaled sharply and nodded, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his. She wanted to say it. She felt it bubbling up in her throat, the ways she felt about Eddie. How she felt about his unwavering effort, patience, and love. All the ways he’d made her feel cared for and thought of.

She felt her mouth opening, still unsure of the words about to worm their way out, when Eddie spoke instead, “I better go see what he’s up to, he’s too quiet.” He chuckled adoringly before he kissed her head and headed for the door.

Before he could step out of the room she sat up real fast, “Wait!”

He poked his head back through the door, the sound of the tv turning on filling the once empty space. His gaze turned worried once again, that it wasn’t his place to check on Danny, to know things about Danny. To love Danny the way he did.

She didn’t notice his contemplation, or his wide eyes as she looked at him adoringly, his shirt and his boxers making him look like a certifiable DILF. She sighed and nodded, “Come back,” She l crawled to the end of the bed. “I want another kiss first.” She said simply, her heart absolutely on fire for this man.

Eddie smiled, looking like the child he was at heart as he crept back inside the room to plant an innocent kiss on her lips, but that wasn’t what Y/n had in mind. He pecked her lips once, her hands flying up to his neck to keep him close as she kissed him again, smiling when she felt his lips do the same. She kisses him again, deepening it this time and lightly sucking on his bottom lip. Eddie groaned and pulled away, “You are evil.” He mumbled against her. “Absolutely despicable.” He finished as he pulled away. His cheeks were warm with a blush, his morning wood on prominent display in his boxers now.

Eddie looked down and placed his hands on his hips. “Look what you did!” He scolded lightly. “I’m gonna go think about roadkill, and you, missy, are gonna stay in here until you can act right.” He shook his finger at her as he went to leave the room, but that wasn’t enough to Y/n.

She sat up on her knees and pouted playfully. “‘M sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just—ugh!” She groaned, “you make me wanna jump your bones every time you do something like this.” She shrugged.

Eddie chuckled, “Like what?” He shook his head.

Y/n rolled her eyes and instead of answering, lifted her shirt up to flash her tits at him. The gesture knocking Eddie backwards and clipping his shoulder on the doorframe as he cried out, “Holy shit—fu—I mean shit! Crap—dammit!” He struggled with his family friendly words as he made his way down the hall, the image of her smirk and immaculate rack burned into his eyes forever and ever… to be used at a later time.

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Another Sunday together, the day was warm, a breeze chilly enough to call for a jacket, but the perfect weather to fly a kite. Eddie and Y/n stopped into Melvaldt's, grabbing a few snacks for their little trip to the park, when Danny spotted a kite kit. The plastic spaceship made the boy's eyes shine, his whole face lighting up in excitement.

“Can we have it? Please, please, please?” The boy pleaded,

Y/n sighed and looked over the cart, picking which boxes to put back to fit the budget. She picked through the snacks she’d chosen with Eddie, picking up her favorite brand of cookies to put back when a ringed hand stopped her. “I got it, let me buy the kite, babe.”

Her eyes soften when she looks up at him, “Really?”

He nods, “Of course! I’m getting one too.” He smiled and dropped two kites in the cart.

And now, a couple hours later, she’s sitting on a blanket in the grass, a couple grocery bags of snacks and the wadded up plastic from the kite kits. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she watched Eddie and Danny in the distance, their curls bouncing with every stride as Eddie held onto the string, catching a breeze while Danny eagerly clutched the handle.

There were plenty of families at the park today, moms and dads with the same plan—load the kids in the car, pack a lunch and spend the afternoon enjoying the weather. Though Y/n couldn’t help but notice the wide berth everyone seemed to leave Eddie and Danny as they played, as if there was a dome around them that extended at least 5 feet.

She munched on some chips and watched the pastel people, their glances darting from Eddie and Danny to her and shamefully looking away when they met her hard stare. She’d grown accustomed to the looks they received when out and about, the three of them together. The way the community viewed Eddie made her skin crawl and her heart pound in her chest. How dare they?

They may have thought Eddie was a smudge, staining their town, but to Y/n he was striking crimson against the mundane background everyone else blended into. She was proud to see him in his beauty, in his loud and passionate nature.

As she was giving a bitch with a headband her best ‘go to hell’ look, a familiar, ear piercing screech sounded from across the field, Y/n’s eyes found Danny immediately, his arms reaching up towards the sky as his kite flew away. Without another thought, she takes off running towards the boy before he can get farther away. Eddie turns to Danny and points him in the direction of his mom, and as the boy runs towards Y/n, Eddie sprints in the direction of the kite.

Y/n reaches Danny and swings him up onto her hip, “What happened, buddy??”

“My kite string broke!” He held up his handle with a wobbly pout. “Yeti said he’s gonna get it back.”

Y/n smiles at her son before looking around for Eddie, spotting his dark figure in the distance, across the street climbing a tree in someone’s front yard.

“Oh, god.” She giggles and steps up to the curb, a tall slender woman comes storming out of her house to yap at the man dangling from one of her highest limbs.

“Eddie Munson! I thought I told you to stay outta my trees a long time ago!”

“Sorry, Mrs. Willick! I’ll be out in a sec, I swear, I just gotta—“ he grunts, reaching out for the plastic wing of the kite.

“You’re gonna bend my branches!” She crooned.

“—your branches are gonna snag my boy's kite!” He called back just as he gripped the wing of it and carefully descended the trunk of the tree, slipping at the last couple steps and falling on his ass.

He springs back up, checking that the orange tinsel tail is still intact, and smiles when he sees Y/n and Danny standing and waiting for him.

“Yay!!!” Danny bounced eagerly in his moms arms as Eddie crossed the street in long strides to hand it back to him.

“This better be the last time!” The woman warned, her voice less harsh as she observed the boy she once knew to steal her apples and TP her trees every Halloween, tying a small child’s kite string back together. She observed him and the woman he stood with and kept her smile hidden before going back inside.

“Thank you, Yeti.” Danny smiled and kicks his legs in a way that tells his mom he wants down to walk with them.

As they wander back to their spot, Y/n spots a child with Eddie’s kite and smiles before nudging him, “Finders keepers.”

He follows her line of sight and sags with false disappointment, “Gosh darn it—kids these days.” He jokes as he flops onto the blanket.

“Stay close, Danny, right here with us.” Y/n instructs and points to the grass in front of their space. Danny backs up and lets his kite fly higher, his tongue between his lips like Eddie could often be found doing. Y/n smiles with pride, watching her baby boy do it by himself.

A warm breeze brushed across her neck before Eddie rubbed her shoulder, and she realized he’d called her son ‘his boy’ and it didn’t even phase her.

She met his eye and smiled at him before she heard yet another screeching voice, this one unfamiliar. “You put that back over there where you found it!” The woman from earlier hissed at her child, the one that found Eddie’s kite.

The blonde boy walked over to Eddie with a quivering lip and tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry.” He whimpered. Eddie’s eyes went big and he stood up to address the woman.

“He can totally have it, I wasn’t using it anymore!” He assured, though the woman looked him over with disgust.

“We don’t know where it’s been. C’mon, Tucker, we’ll get you your own kite.” She takes the boy's hand as he drops the kite on the ground and drags him away.

“I know that boy!” Danny chirped as he sat down with his kite still flying high. “He’s in my class!”

Y/n was ready to march over to the woman and confront her, until Eddie slumped. A heavy sigh moved through him as he shook his head, messing with his fingers and letting his shoulders tense. Y/n scoots closer and lays her head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe I saw you climb a tree. And so fast!”

She feels his shoulder bounce with a chuckle and his arm wraps around her as he relaxes. “Yeah, Mrs. Willick hasn’t ever spoken to me so kindly before.” He chuckled at the memories, “She might be in there calling my uncle as we speak.”

Y/n snorted and shook her head. “Tellin him all about the trouble his boy’s causing, huh?” She asked with another nudge.

Eddie’s eyes found hers, fearful before melting into tenderness when he saw the pointed look on her face. “You heard that?” He chuckled and blushed. “I didn’t mean—“

“You didn’t?” She asks, looking at the grass in front of them, Danny, now standing in his red high tops and frayed shorts as the kite flew and danced in the wind.

Eddie sighs and bites his lip, looking down at his hands before back up at her, “He’s my best friend.” He shrugs with a small smile.

Y/n smiles back at him and nods, “You’re his best friend too.” Eddie mirrors her and looks back at Danny.

“I don’t—“ he sighs, that tension coming back into his face before he shakes his head and stops himself.

Y/n turns to him more, “What?”

“Nothing! Just, I don’t want there to ever be a time I’m not his best friend.” He shrugs it off convincingly. Y/n nods, though still keeps her suspicion. Something was eating at him— maybe just nibbling right now, but nevertheless, something was bothering him.

“He couldn’t find a better friend than you, honey.” She mumbles and places her hand over his, her heart strings tugging when his fingers laced through hers and gave her a squeeze.

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Another Sunday morning started earlier than usual due to a phone call. Eddie sat up before Y/n was able to rouse herself and offered to grab it.

“Hel—Ahem—Hello?” He said through his morning rasp.

“Hi! This is Cindy, from the grill. Is Y/n in?” She asked.

Eddie��s eyes shot wide open at the mention of Y/n’s boss, was she supposed to go in today??

“Uh, yeah! One sec, she’s-shes getting ready!” He said before covering the mouthpiece and running across the house with the cord stretched. He slows down when he reaches there hallway and tip toes past Danny’s door before reaching Y/n’s.

“Babe!” He whispers and opens the door carefully, wincing at the squeak. “Baby, it’s your boss, she’s on the phone!” He whispers again as he tries to move closer and is jerked back by the taught cord.

Y/n bolts upright and wipes her eyes, “Am I supposed to come in?”

“I dunno! I said you were getting ready, take it!” He whispers and holds the phone out.

Y/n crawls off the bed and clears her throat before answering. “Cindy? Hi!” She looks to Eddie in relief, “I’m doing alright, do you need me there today?” She asks before meeting Eddie’s eye again and deflating. “Oh. Okay. Yeah! I understand. No worries, I get it! Yeah, I’ll check the mail. Thanks. Bye.” She stands there for a moment before she finally hands the phone to Eddie.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Uh. Well. She just… kinda let me go.” She shrugs numbly.

“What?? Why?! You’re a great waitress!”

“Because I can only work certain nights, they got other people that can work full time.” She shrugs. “I dunno how I’m—“ she shakes her head. Daycare alone was nearing $300 a week, now. “It doesn’t matter.” She sighs and makes her way to the newspaper on the tv stand.

“What— Can you.. clue me in a bit, babe? I mean…” he smiles and shrugs, “I can help, you know.” He hints.

“Eddie…” she shakes her head at herself.

“What? What’s so wrong with me helping you?”

“Because you help me all the time. Like way more than a boyfriend should.”

“Oh. Is that—“ he freezes for a moment before his thoughts compute and he swallows, “Is that all I am?”

“Yeah, Eddie, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” She asks, her tone a little pinched with nerves as she searches for the help wanted ads.

“I have been here every day since—“ he shakes his head, “I just thought it’d be fair. For me to pay my part. Right? I mean, I do my laundry here part of the time, I sleep here, I eat, I shower— c’mon that’s gotta be like $100 right there! Not to mention all your fancy soap and lotion I use!” He reasoned.

Y/n sighs, “I don’t need your money! You’re a guest in my house!” She insists. “I just need to find another job. Shouldn’t be super hard, right?” She turns the page.

Eddie nods, gritting his teeth as he tries to understand. “Okay. Well. Since I’m a guest, I guess I should go before I wear out my welcome.” He says calmly as he picks up his pants and pulls them on.

Y/n turns to him abruptly, “What? No!” She steps in front of the door before he can reach it, fingers curling around the doorway, “You can’t leave, you’re mad—“

“—C’mon, Y/n, let me through.” He said looking past her.

“No!” Her chest tenses, her hands almost numb as they trembled. “You’re m—you can’t—“

“—I have to go, okay? I’m supposed to help Wayne today, remember? You need to let me go.” He said softly through his clenched jaw.

She stares at him in disbelief, her brain moving so fast she can’t think straight. All she can think of is that day with Adam almost four years ago. She felt like she was back at the apartment they had together, standing in that doorway begging him to stay. Tears poured down her face as Adam readied himself for a drive and collected his belongings with his lip between his teeth and a thousand yard stare.

In her present stone faced daze, Eddie gently moves her by her shoulders and walks out the door.

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Y/n couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling that settled in her stomach like a knot that churned, turning over and over again. Her teeth hadn’t stopped tingling and her tears hadn’t ceased since they started the moment she hung up with Ginger, who was surprised Y/n called but still happy to extend her nephews stay.

She laid, crumpled over on the couch, the newspaper open on the coffee table to the wanted ads that contained jobs she didn’t want or wasn’t qualified for. So instead, she laid here and watched daytime television until she could find the will to do something else.

It wasn’t until early evening that she woke up to the lights and tv off. Everything sounded eerily still, even the weird sound the fridge always made was—

“Oh, fuck.” She hissed at herself before she jumped up from the sofa and raced to the kitchen, fumbling for the first light switch she came upon, and no matter how many times she flipped it, no matter the room, the power was off.

She glanced at the fridge to find her stack of utility bills stuck to the door. Crossing the room in two quick steps, she ripped the stack out from under the magnet and let the other pages fall to the floor, except the power bill in her hand.

“Due: Sunday, the 17th— are you fucking kidd—you’re gonna shut my shit off today?!” She yelled at the paper.

She resisted the urge to crumple it up and found a familiar lump rising in her throat as her chest began heaving with torn, panicked breaths.

‘You are so stupid’

‘You always mail the check, why didn’t you mail the check?’

‘Cause your head is too far up Eddie’s—‘

She clenched her eyes shut and let a couple tears fall before she took another deep shuddering breath and walked to the fridge. As she peered inside, she noted she should throw out the perishables, but then she eyed the liquor in the freezer up top and pursed her lips.

A bottle of Jose Cuervo sat next to his bffs; Malibu and Jack Daniels, with promises of a warm buzz that boosted her optimism in desperate times of need. And right when she desperately needed her spirits lifted.

She reached for the rum and twisted the top, hesitating only long enough to remember if she locked the doors, before tipping the bottle back and inviting the warm and spicy river to fill her.

She drank until she no longer cared about bills, or her job, or her fight with Eddie or that last night with Adam. She drank until it all muddled together—problems? What problems?

Bills? What bills?

Eddie? Adam? Who?

By the time night shrouded her windows in black, she’d finished the Malibu and moved onto the half bottle of Jack. She couldn’t remember at this point if she’d been drinking water like she meant to, but she did remember that there were enough candles to provide some light for the remainder of the evening.

Her body was heavy as she moved through the house like molasses, her eye on the hall cabinet where the tapered candles lived. She braced herself against the wall as the world began turning on her, fumbling at the handle that seemed to be farther away than it actually was.

When she piled the candles into her arms, ignoring the stray columns of wax that tumbled out onto the floor (I’ll totally get them later), she caught a glimpse of the leather bound book shoved away at the back of the cabinet.

The same book she sat with aunt ginger and made while she was pregnant with Danny, preparing to start his baby book and deciding to start with her own. They chose every picture together; her and Adam.

She sighed and shut the door, stumbling over her feet as she turned and walked to the living room. “No more, bitch. Ya done.” She mumbled to herself before she clipped her shoulder on the doorframe.

She lined them all up on the coffee table, clumsily pushing the bits and bobs Eddie always strung out across her tables and countertops—coins, wrappers, stray keys from work, maybe a couple enamel pins that had fallen off his vest— everything as far back as she could, along with the thoughts of him and his whereabouts.

She groaned as thoughts of him flooded her mind and she trembled with agony before striking her fist on the table twice. The sting hummed through her knuckles in an odd comforting way, enough to keep her grounded in her present task; light the fucking candles.

She let loose a shuddered sigh in lieu of a sob and grabbed up her bic lighter. With eyes wide open—willing it to help her eyesight— each wick crackled to life. Her room was cast in a flickering golden glow. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Danny’s absence or her first day truly alone since having him, but time seemed to be stopped around her.

The weight on her chest was heavy, literally. She looked down and saw her locket, the attention it demanded might as well have been tugging on the chain. She clicked it open and saw their smiling faces, so similar and strikingly beautiful—and cried.

He was always beautiful, from the moment she saw him. His hair had always been long and shiny, his eyes were bright, despite their darkness, and his smile was sharp and wide. The funniest boy in class. The fastest runner on the playground. Adam Buckley was her first love, through and through.

They went together like peanut butter and jelly, matching scraped knees and cherry stained lips from the abundance of popsicles they shared throughout their long summer days at the creek with the other neighborhood kids. He had an affinity for lizards and garden snakes, finding the weird and gross the most interesting.

And despite how terrified she had been of the creatures that captured his attention, she listened to him ramble about them until she was brave enough to hold a newt. She’d been assisting him in his explorations for weeks, none of the other kids wanting to humor him in his curiosities except for her.

His little round chocolate chip eyes widened in delight, “Really?? Ya sure?”

When he’d handed the little lizard over, she squealed but stayed still, letting him wriggle up her wrist as Adam giggled in delight, “He likes you!” The newt paused, circling her arm like a bracelet before settling in her palm. Adam gently ran his finger over the scaly back and smiled at her, the closest they’d ever been at the time.

From there it was tree climbing and fishing, games of cops and robbers or detectives filling their days. Their skin grew darker and freckled the more time they spent together under the sun, eager to start back at school side by side.

Until she moved.

The heartbreak of leaving him in Indiana broke her little 8 year old heart. The fear of him forgetting all about her swallowed her up completely. The thought of the boy she loved so deeply, the boy that saw her so wholly, not thinking about her the way she did him—she couldn’t handle it.

But apparently, neither could he. She hadn’t expected the tears to streak his cheeks at the news of her family’s departure, but the sight both pained her and gave her relief.

He’d made her promise to write to him, to call him, whenever she could. That she’d come to his birthday party at his Aunt Ginger’s house that winter. With her pinky wrapped around his, matching tear tracks staining their cheeks, and hopeful smiles on their lips, she promised him all of it.

He’d pulled her into a tight hug, his bushy curls hanging over his ears and eyes tickled at her neck. “I’m gonna miss you so much.” he whispered.

“I’ll write to you so much you can’t.”

When she presently found herself in front of the cabinet door again, she sighed and wiped her face before yanking the door open and reaching inside. Most people’s childhood album isn’t entwined with the memory of their deceased love on every page, but hers was. Even on the front, peeking through a window was a picture of them their freshman year, really their first picture as boyfriend and girlfriend.

She sniffled a laugh at his braces and her own acne, the sparse whiskers that sprinkled Adam’s chin and her frizzy baby hairs around her face. They were both blushing, smooshed close in a booth after school at the gas station with their friends when her old friend Heather Barlow snapped the picture.

She flipped it open to find a picture of herself at age 3, the same as Danny. Little her was sitting on a crate with a furrowed brow and a frown—her timeout chair. There were other pictures taken at the places they’d visited, the trailer parks they stayed at, group shots of the neighborhood kids she played with. Another was her and her cousin dressed up in their mother’s clothes, gloves and jewelry too big for their little frames.

“Here we go," she sighed, finding where their pictures began.

And there they were, pictured with a jar of murky pond water, tadpoles inside. They held it between them, triumphant smiles on their faces. Her front corner tooth was missing and he sported flushed pink cheeks from the hot sunny day and a scrunchy he borrowed from Y/n to keep his hair off his neck.

She ended up sat on the floor against the couch, silent tears churning out of the corners of her eyes as she flipped through the years. She saw a picture of her mother, perched by the window of the camper, a pen and paper pad in hand as she gazed out of the glass.

She wondered how tired she’d been, practically doing it all on her own as her father pursued his dreams of travel—making them live off next to nothing and never staying anywhere too long. When they came back to Indiana, just the two of them, things were different—heavier, in the way that her mother left her without much guidance, taking her opportunity to explore her own freedom, before becoming fully estranged.

She sighed and turned the page, leaving behind her only two pictures of mom and pop without another tear shed. Instead, she cackled at Adam’s 7th grade picture, his shirt one size too small and his hair messed up from playing kickball at recess before the pictures were taken.

She found the only remaining evidence of the makeovers her and Robin would convince him into receiving at their hands, making him ‘over the top, show stoppingly gorgeous’ as he’d requested.

And then there was the pregnancy section. She reached out for the bottle of Jack and took a hefty gulp before turning the page.

There was Danny’s first picture as a little bean in the womb, along with a photo of Y/n and Adam outside of their first doctor's appointment, his arm slung around her with a gaping smile on his speaking lips. Y/n was mid giggle, her face flushed with anxiety and giddiness.

Another sip.

The next was one he’d taken when her bump was starting to round out, nearing that halfway mark, a book propped on it as she read comfortably. She snickered at the sight, remembering how handy the bump had been for bowls of cereal or takeout boxes, basically a table for anything she desired.

A couple times she’d wake up to Adam stacking crackers or cheerios until she’d inevitably move or wake up.

Two glugs sounded as she tipped the bottle back. She almost wretched at the taste, still refusing a chaser.

And then there was the picture of their first apartment, a snapshot taken on a Polaroid from their front door, her body a blurry frame in the kitchen as she cooked their first meal of soup and sandwiches, her bump big and round and heavy.

She sniffled and took a sip, the world a little bleary at the edges.

Another picture was their first night in their own bed. They’d taken great delight in picking out their sheets and blankets, excited to decorate their space—sharing a bed being something they’d romanticized over the previous couple of years. They laid on their backs, Adam holding the camera out as she snuggled into his side, the striped blankets pulled up over her nose as he smiled widely.

She missed the way his pillow smelled, the way his essence followed him and lingered when he wasn’t around. He was always so clean, woodsy and sweet. It was home. It had been for a long time.

Ever since their first embrace after being apart for a few years in their childhood, since he started wearing cologne and no longer smelled like a little boy playing in the summer sun.

The memory of his scent faded into something just as comforting, rich leather and citrus, muddled together with a hint of jasmine and smoke—the new home she’d settled into.

She choked out a sob and gripped the cover in her fingers until she feared she might scar the leather with her nails, dropping it against the table top with a thud as she clenched the roots of her hair and held her breath to stop the tears.

‘Where is he?’ She wondered, ‘surely he’d be back by now..’ her heart thumped and throbbed in her chest.

‘Maybe he’s sleeping at his house tonight,’ she rationalized, ‘what if he still doesn’t come back?’

The sobs wouldn’t stop, the sharp gasping breaths practically ripping open the seams of her chest she spent years trying to stitch back together. In this moment she wished more than anything to not be alone, for Danny to be home to snuggle and distract her from the pain like he had for the last three years.

Her wail began as a guttural moan before she opened her mouth and cried out into the empty house and dissolved into pathetic blubbering sobs.

She was racked with questions; why? Why did Eddie leave? Why did Adam get behind the wheel? Where was he going? Will he come back? Would he have come back? She’d never seen Adam so hurt. Looking at her like he didn’t know her at all,

“Why didn’t I just say yes?” She whispered to herself through her hands. Just then, the front door rattled as keys slid into the lock and clicked it open.

He sighs tiredly as he slips off his shoes and hangs up his jacket, the jingle and clack of his keys and pocket change hitting the entry table echoing through the house.

Y/n busied herself with fixing her face and rubbing her eyes to maybe regain some sobriety.

He jumped a little when he came into the room and saw her illuminated by only candlelight, “Hi,” he breathed in relief, his gaze on the candles and bottles before taking in her position on the floor in front of the table, her eyes puffy and cast low and nose pink and runny. His face had guilt written on it before he could notice her state and quickly fell into concern as he crossed the room.

“Hey, what’re you—come here.” He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her, sighing in relief when he felt her bury her face in his neck and hug him back. “What are you doin, Angel? These bottles have a hole in ‘em or somethin?” He reached out to pick them up, sloshing them around and finding the rum empty with maybe a finger’s worth of whiskey left in the Jack.

Y/n shook her head, still hiding in his neck. The tension that weighed her down like a pack mule dissipated at the mere stroke of his hand down her hair as he nodded, “And Danny? Is he asleep?” He asked.

“S’at Gingers still, so prob’ly.” She sighed against him.

Eddie sighed before nodding, “I’m sorry.”

“No, Eddie, I’m sorry, shouldn’t have pushed you away for jus wanting to help, I’m jus—“ she sighed as she pulled back to look at him. “—I jus haven’t been able to count on anyone like that in a long time, and—“

“—I know, honey.” He cooed, stroking her cheek. “I’m sorry for overstepping.” He said after a second.

Y/n shook her head insistently, “No! No you didn’t, not a bit.” She slurred and focused on a curl that rested on his shoulder, knowing if she looked at him in his big brown eyes that she’d burst into tears all over again.

Eddie appraised her, noticing the smell that poured out of her mouth, her words running together every once in a while due to the drinks she’d been nursing all evening in his absence. “How drunk are you right now?” He asked skeptically.

“Only like half.” She shrugged with heavy eyes.

Eddie chuckled with a hand on her cheek “Mhm… so pretty drunk.” He tsked and looked around, “Drunk in a blackout? Blackout drunk?” He questioned.

“S’not a blackout, I didn’t pay the—they shut me off a week early.” She groaned.

Eddie chuckled and kissed her head, “No, baby, the lights went out at the shop, too. I-I tried to get here as fast as I could, but I had to get everything put up—Y’know those car lifts can’t come dow—“

“—So it’s gonna come back on?” She asked like a hopeful child.

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, it’ll get fixed soon, you’ll see.” He assured as he lifted the Jack and gulped the last bit down before sitting it back on the table and glancing at the now closed scrapbook.

He saw her and Adam on the front, much younger and smilier than he’d ever seen her before. She was still green and new, the innocence still dancing behind her eyes. Eddie smiled and slid it closer, using his finger to trace the edge before he looked back at Y/n.

“How old were you here?” He asked, getting comfortable.

She sniffled and cleared her throat, “Uh, I was-I was 15.” She nodded as Eddie looked back down at it with a smile.

“You’re adorable.” He snickered and she pushed him playfully with a glowering blush. “Shut up.” She muttered before opening the book to the first page of her childhood.

“Look familiar?” She asked as Eddie cackled at the pout on the three year old Y/n’s lips.

“Oh, you bet it does.” He said through his laughter, “Every time you have to get onto Danny he looks over at me like this—“ he points at her face again, “—like I dunno how you ever tell him no!”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s the puppy dog eyes for me, I can’t ever look him in the eyes when I’m trying to discipline him cause then it—“ she stopped before turning the page again and again, bypassing the rest of her childhood to find the page her and Adam shared, toothless and freckled.

“Holy shit.” Eddie breathed at the resemblance to Danny on Adam’s little face.

“I fell in love with him on the playground, y’know?” She chuckled and Eddie smiled at her admission.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. He had the longest hair out of all the boys in class. I always loved long hair, on everyone, but especially him.” She shook her head, “and he could run really fast. So, impressive, right? 1st grade and all.”

Eddie chuckled this time and examined the photos closer. “He loved you too huh?”

She scoffs with a smile, “Duh.” Eddie meets her eyes and shakes his head at her. “I mean in the 1st grade.”

“Yeah.” She nodded again. “He did. I didn’t think so at the time, just kinda thought he was nice to me cause no one else really was. But now I know.” She shrugged.

Eddie scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her as he turned the page, “I wanna know more.” He said quietly.

Y/n sighed and nodded, “I’ve been meaning to, I just get— I mean it’s hard. But I wanna share with you, I really do—it’s just so hard.” She said again, a sharp inhale rose in her chest, her eyes already shining.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, leaning his head against hers. “Thank you for showing me this.”

She nodded again and a moment stretched between them before she turned the page again. “This is when it really begins, I’d say. For me and him.”

“I’d just moved back. And when I left in 2nd grade, we were thick as thieves. So we wrote and called when we could. He wrote his phone number on my hand, and when it wore off I’d write it again,” she giggled, “I called him at a couple rest stops on our first trip—the one to Montana. And when I settled we mostly just exchanged letters every week, but when middle school hit, we met up in the summer, visiting family and all, and…” she lost herself in the memory for a second, “He just wrapped me in the biggest hug. And I knew he still felt it.” She giggled again before turning her head and nudging his shoulder with hers, “We kissed for the first time that summer.” She pointed at a picture of the two of them sharing a swing, looking slightly younger than they did on the cover.

Eddie’s lips quirked up in a smile, an unexpected one at that. He’d spent so much time worrying about hearing how great Adam was, worried he wouldn’t measure up, worried he wouldn’t be able to compete with their history or reach her through her grief. But hearing her reminisce on their love made his heart smile, so his mouth did too.

“Was it your first ever?” He nudged her with a teasing grin.

She blushed again and rolled her eyes before nodding, “Yeah, it was.” She giggled and looked upon their smiling faces smooshed together. “We, uh, it was our last day together before I had to go back west, and he was starting back at school, for 7th grade. He told me I’d gotten too pretty and that he was afraid a boy would ‘take my first kiss and do it wrong”

Eddie chuckled at the thought, Adam was a clever guy.

“So, I asked if he thought he’d do it right, and he said yes right before crashing into me, no warning— it was awful.” She laughed heartily, “I mean little me was absolutely quaking, it was magic, but that boy had no idea what he was doing for a minute.”

Eddie laughed with her as she turned a page, finding a photo of her large bump under a velvet dress, Adam standing behind her with hands around her stomach and a proud smile on his face. “You were pregnant at prom?!” He gaped and smiled at her swollen curves, his tongue almost flopping out onto the floor.

Y/n threw her head back and laughed before she shook her head, “We didn’t go, but we went to dinner and danced at home. People were always staring.” She rolled her eyes.

“People will always stare because you’re beautiful.” Eddie uttered.

Y/n whipped around to face him, leaning away to look at him properly with questioning eyes and gaping lips poised to ask, “Wh—why did you say that?”

“What?” He asked, with an incredulous smile.

She shook her head and let the moment sink into deafening silence before she answered, “That’s what he said.”

Eddie was stunned, finding his grip on her and stroking her assuringly, “Well, he sounds like a really smart guy.”

She giggled and leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder. “You’re so much alike, I swear you’d be best friends.” She trailed off, conflicted and worried she’d said the wrong thing.

Eddie sighed and despite his wishes, his stomach sank at the comparison. “Yeah, well, I dunno how that would work out considering we both love the same woman, might’ve caused a spat or two.”

Y/n felt the blow land in her chest, sending a shockwave rattling through her whole body. “What?” She asked.

Eddie shook his head, almost disappointedly, “C’mon, Y/n. You’ve gotta know that. Surely at this point you know I love you.” He said, withdrawing his hand.

Y/n shook her head, “I mean, I thought you might, but I just— I dunno, Ed, I just thought maybe you’d get tired of playing house with us some—“

Eddie gripped her face in both of his hands, leaning in closer and speaking with seething adoration, “—I love you! I’ve known it was you since the first night. I love you, and-and I love Danny, too! And I don’t wanna leave you guys, okay? I’m not going to!” He paused, searching her eyes, “What will it take?” He whispered almost desperately.

Tears streamed down her face as they sat in the silence, only the sound of Eddie’s quivering breath audible between them. “I love you too.” She breathed. “We both do, Danny’s crazy about you.” She amended.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Mhm.” She held his wrist, leaning into his tender hold.

“You’re gonna keep me?” He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Yes.” She whispered, a couple more tears sliding down her cheeks. He nodded before pressing his lips to her tentatively, a couple of chaste kisses in succession before they turned lustful and hungry.

Before she knew it, the world was turning and she was beneath him on the floor. His hand slide back into her hair, playing with the roots. “I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you.” She urged against him before he could even finish talking, chasing his kiss and opening her legs for his hips to settle against hers. Eddie groaned at the way her legs wrapped around him, how tight of a hold she kept on him as if he’d disappear.

“Fuuuuck, Eddie—“ she breathed as he moved to her neck, his stubble brushing against her soft skin with every movement. “—T-Take off your pants.” She half orders, half suggests.

Eddie shakes his head, “Uh-uh,” he mumbles in the crook of her neck, “No sex tonight.”

Y/n pushes on his shoulders to look at him, waiting for the laughter to sound along with the familiar click and chink of his belt loosening, but he only stared.

“Why?” She asked with a weak chuckle.

“Cause you’re drunk, and I’m not.” He mumbled.

“That’s a bullshit excuse.”

“How?”

“We’ve fucked drunk before.” She reasons.

“You’re drunk, I’m not.” He shrugs, “It’d feel—“

“Well let’s fix that!” She pops up, pulling him with her, “—you in the mood for tequila?” She asked sensuously, her eyes heavy and her smile cool and relaxed beneath her warm cheeks.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head as he followed her, “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?” He asked as she poured. She slid a glass over to him and sipped deeply.

Eddie eyed the glass before curling his fingers around it and sighing. Y/n set her drink down and gazed at him in question. “‘S wrong?”

Through a sigh, he thought before taking a sip and speaking, “You really love me?” He asked.

She nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

He nodded back at her and breathed as he collected his thoughts, “Will you… tell me what happened? With Adam?”

She exhaled a long breath before taking another drink, finishing her small glass. “Yup.” She popped the P and settled onto a stool next to him.

“You sure?” He appraised her, her drunkenness still present based on how she slouched over on the counter, an easy smile on her lips and eyes heavy lidded. He decided to fix her some water.

“Mhm. S’now or never right?”

Eddie shrugged as he filled the glass, “Now… or later.” He smiled softly, setting the cold water in front of her and assuring her he could be patient.

Her eyes were glassy as they softened, Eddie’s tenderness being unexpected yet familiar. “Now’s okay.” Her hand found his on the countertop and gave it a squeeze before picking up the water and drinking. “M’ gonna have to pee after this, just so you know.” She mumbled and got comfortable in her seat.

“I was 8 months pregnant, 17 years old, and me and Adam were about to graduate,” she sighed and swallowed, finding the texture of the countertop more intriguing than Eddie’s eyes. “We’d just decided on names—Daniel for a boy, Layla for a girl—“ she smiled at the thought before it fell all too quickly, “We were really excited, and for a minute I wasn’t, Y’know, at the beginning.” She looked at her fingers almost shamefully, “But Adam assured me it’d all be fine, it’d work itself out. That we made a good team and that—“ her voice cracked and her breath trembled, “—that we’d always have each other so—“ she hiccuped and felt Eddie’s hand on her knee, “—so I was finally optimistic. We were making plans—it felt like forever, you know? Like we already had it, like it was already promised. And so the weekend before graduation, when he proposed—“ she said it out loud for the first time as the hot tears streamed down her face.

Eddie found his mouth gaping with a soft gasp, feeling useless watching the woman he loved break down in front of him.

“—when he proposed I was shocked— to my core! I-I was so rattled I could only stand there and look at him, and-and then when I finally opened my mouth all I could ask was why?” She scoffed in disbelief at herself before meeting his eyes. “Can you believe that?? How could I not say yes?!”

Eddie’s words caught in his throat as he stuttered out a response, “W—I-I dunno, wh-why didn’t you say yes?” He asked carefully, worried about pressing the wrong button.

She shook her head and shrugged, “I-I-I dunno! I mean, I was 17, and super pregnant! It was like walking around with a wedding ring already, you know? And I had every intention of marrying him, I just—I wanted to make it past high school! I didn’t want the rest of my life to change—I know, it’s dumb, now that I think about it, trust me, I know how awful it sounds—“ her voice pinched again with swelling emotion before Eddie cut her off.

“—hey! No, no, don’t say that—did he want you to… not go?” He shrugged as he dropped his voice.

She nodded, “He didn’t want me to work, either. I should say ‘have to work’ but I wanted to, and he wanted me to be able to take care of Danny and not have to pay for daycare while he worked—he made good points but it just wasn’t— ugh…” she groaned as the gears in her head wedged and stopped.

“… wasn’t what you wanted?”

Y/n sighed, closing her eyes as she nodded. “For the first time I didn’t agree with his plans.”

“And then?” Eddie pressed, bordering on concern.

“He said he had to leave.” Her voice broke before she sniffled again, hands tangled in her lap. “I- I was so upset, and confused, and I just wanted to talk, but Adam thought—“ she inhaled sharply and steadied herself before pouring herself another shot.

Eddie’s heart wrenched for her, wondering how many nights she bore this weight on her shoulders.

“Adam thought I didn’t love him anymore. Or that I hadn’t. I don’t know,” she shook her head, “But instead of listening, he wanted to clear his head and drive.”

Eddie's heart pounded in anticipation, knowing what came next.

“Next thing I know, I get a call in the middle of the night—the police telling me he’s been in an accident with a drunk driver, that he’s at the hospital but it was too late, he was...” She sobbed into her hands before Eddie lurched out of his seat and wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

“Baby, I’m sorry— I’m so sorry.” He cooed and stroked her hair as she heaved and sobbed into his chest.

“He died thinking I didn’t love him anymore! And-and I didn’t even get to see him before—“ she shook her head, “—before they cremated him.”

Eddie stayed silent, though his affection was worth more than anything he could think of saying. “‘M so sorry, Y/n, I really am. I-If I pushed too much, I didn’t mean—“

“No, no.” She sniffled and wiped her face, “You deserve to know, I mean, you’re—“ she shook her head again as she struggled for words. Eddie reached out and wiped away the fresh tears as they fell.

Eddie watched wearily as she combed her mind for words that failed her. After a moment more he spoke up softly, “You don’t have to hurt alone, okay? Not anymore.”

More tears welled in her eyes as she nodded and wrapped her arms back around him for another embrace. “I got you. And you got me, I already know.” He smiled, settling his head atop hers. She chuckled softly and he felt her nod beneath his chin.

After a comfortable moment stretched between them, enjoying each others embrace and warmth, the lights flickered back on. Y/n looks up and around at the house, relief flooding her body.

“See? Blackout.” He smiled proudly.

She sighed deeply with a blooming smile on her lips, looking up at him fondly through the red lenses over her eyes, still tinted with her lingering grief and pain. But through it all, her softness remained. The softness Eddie had been digging for.

And it was so beautiful to see.

She’d always had a sexual prowess, a confident air about her that made him feel like a trembling virgin during their bedroom encounters. He used to envy the other men that had her before he did. But now he was assured that she hadn’t shared this part of herself before— not with many, anyway.

But to be one of the few was an honor.

“You know he knows you love him, right?” He whispered.

She looked up at him with a pinch in her brows, “How do you know?”

“Because, if he and I are as alike as you say we are—he was just confused, okay? Our… fight had me worried too. And I’m so sorry for scaring you, if I had known—“

“It’s okay, Eddie, you didn’t.” She assured almost tiredly. “I’m just… I’m so tired of carrying the regret. This overwhelming sense of… responsibility for what happened to him—I haven’t even told Ginger or Robin everything that happened because—” She hid her face as the tears came again. “I don’t wanna feel like this anymore…. then again… if I.. it feels like I’m letting him go.”

Eddie shook his head, “Hey, hey, no. Don’t do that to yourself.” He whispered, finding his palm on her cheek and fingers in her hair. “You showed him every day how much you love him. You know that? All the time you spent together, it wasn’t for nothing just because of one fight and a freak accident—look at me—“ he said firmly, and her eyes snapped up to meet his as the tears continued to stream down her face, “You didn’t tell him to leave,” she shook her head no in confirmation, “—you didn’t make him get in the car, and you damn sure didn’t hand the keys to the drunk driver.” He reasoned with her like a father calming a child.

Her eyes clenched closed and she loosened a ragged breath, her shoulders sagging with relief at his words she didn’t know she needed to hear. She leaned forward against his chest, submitting to his affection and love as her sobs subsided to sniffles and he swayed them soothingly like he’d seen her do with Danny dozens of times.

After a while, Eddie’s playing with the loose locks of her hair as he looks over at the table and candles. “What do you say we turn out the lights, get in bed, and look at more pictures? I wanna hear some better stories about the guy, I know you have a ton.” He smiled down at her adoringly.

Y/n wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands and smiled to herself before nodding in agreement. “I might have a couple.”

Eddie kissed her forehead before parting and turning off the lights throughout the house as Y/n blew out the candles and carefully collected them. She carted them to her room, much to Eddie’s confusion before he smiled and followed after, scooping up the leather bound book as he went.

He found her pantsless and attempting to flick the lighter to life, her drunken fingers not making contact like they should due to the tingling numbness in her fingers. “Here, baby, let me.” He offers as he gently takes it and lights each wick with ease. “Go lay down, Jackie D, and prepare to tell me the best story you have.”

“Ooh! Drunk bedtime stories.” She gleamed, making for the bed and crawling up the end with excitement.

Eddie chuckled as her booty swayed side to side, her floral granny panties looking so fine stretched over her ass. He dropped his pants and stripped off his shirt, following after her. She pushed the covers back and patted the spot next to her, a divet in the space that belonged to him.

Instead of settling in his spot, he leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek. “I love you.” He whispered.

She sighed in content as he covered the both of them up and systematically fluffed the pillows before positioning them like a nest and propping his head up on his arm. “I love you too, Eddie Munson.” She said with a smile. He sent her a blushing grin before opening the book to the page they left off, then turned another.

“Whoa!” He laughed and pointed at the picture of Adam with his makeup masterfully done, while Y/n looked like hers was done by someone who put in good effort but lacked experience. Their hair was pinned up in rollers and sported smudged lipstick smiles.

Y/n joined in his laughter and blushed at the memory, “Oh god, well, Adam got high and I convinced him to let me do his makeup, and he wouldn’t let me unless I let him do mine so we did it at the same time—it was a mess.” She giggled and traced the edge of the picture, talking about the way he tried to use mascara on her eyebrows and lip liner on her eyelids.

As much as he was worried about how it would feel listening to her gush about him this way, expressing her raw, unadulterated love for a man who would be forever perfect, he felt his heart warm in admiration of her. Of how purely she loved. Of how well she was loved.

And because of her love for Adam, her love for Eddie was all the more special.

When he reached the last page, there was a picture of Y/n and Danny in the hospital. He looked over at her to find she had fallen asleep. Eddie continued to study the photo; a framed picture of Adam sat on the table next to them in front of a vase of flowers and a blue foil balloon. Y/n’s smile was tired and forced in the one shot she looked directly at the camera, but the next she looked down at Danny and the warmth was evident in her face as she adjusted his little hat.

Eddie glanced over at her, finding her mouth agape and a steady stream of drool flowing onto her pillow. He chuckled and brushed her baby hairs away from her face before closing the book and placing it on the table alongside the candles that were now extinguished.

He leans over to kiss her head and pull the blankets up, whispering “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Before settling next to her and finding purchase on her waist.

In her sleep she rolled over and wriggled back towards him, making him smile and squeeze her once for good measure before she spoke, her voice a rasp from the evening of tears and whiskey, “G’night, Adam. I love you.”

Eddie inhaled deeply before nuzzling his face into her neck and whispering, “I love you too, baby.”

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