Summary: A one night stand turns into more than you bargain for when you find yourself pregnant after drunkenly hooking up with Harry Styles after a few too many rounds at a karaoke bar. You don't really know him and he doesn't know a lot about you minus the fact your cat really just doesn't like him, but the one thing you quickly learn is boy can you two argue. This series is all about how you and Harry navigate going from strangers to soon to be parents all while trying not to kill each other in the process and maybe see what these weird feelings that develop along the way are all about.✨
Pairing: Harry Styles x pregnant!reader
Status: Completed ✨
Trope: Enemies to lovers (with a twist because it's like lovers to enemies back to lovers?), slow burn baby so buckle up.
CW: Mentions of a lot pregnancy/baby things, language, Harry's a bit of a dick, possessive behavior, jealous behavior, angst.
Tag List: Open just let me know if you'd like on it.
Story Type: This series is a mixture of texts and one shots, I think it'll be fun to see a a good mix!
Extras: Here
Update Schedule: Once A Week✨
Part 1: Late for What?
Part 2: City of Love
Part 3: Reviews
Part 4: A Little Treat
Part 5: Mr. Popular
Part 6: Places of Peace
Part 7: Swoon Worthy
Part 8: Good Hands
Part 9: Civil extra: Harry’s convo with Niall here
warnings: angst, cuss words, pregnancy, not proofread (yet!) and maybe more. idk SLIGHT SEASON 5 SPOILERS
Summary: You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s child right before the Crawl.
Authors Note: This was requested by anon! I accidentally responded with something else but anon if you see this, I hope it lives up to your expectations. I’m a little rusty so I’m sorry if it sucks lol.
You swallow nervously, arms wrapped around yourself as you watched Murray pass out everyones requested groceries.
You were two weeks late.
You and Steve had sex a little over a month ago.
Murray is a nice guy. He’s also sarcastic and blunt. When asking for the pregnancy test, you asked if he could give it to you at a later time so nobody would know.
“And for the lady…” He starts, digging through the truck before he hops back out. He holds up a large container of cheese puffs.
Huh?
“I didn’t ask for those…?” Your statement sounds more of a question.
“Oooouuu!! Cheese puffs!” Steve exclaims, reaching a hand out to grab them. Murray slaps his hand, “They’re not for you. Y/N, I strongly suggest you take these.”
Realization finally hits you, the two of you sharing a look before you snatch them. You say a quick thank you before running inside.
You place the container on the counter, looking back to make sure nobody was coming inside before shoving your hand inside to go hunting.
Almost immediately, your hand feels a plastic box. You check one more time to make sure everybody was still outside before pulling it out.
Unopened, it came with two sticks and a long list of instructions. Pee on it, wait ten minutes, then come check on it.
One line = Not pregnant.
Two lines = Pregnant.
You stare at the box like it might explode.
Your heart is thumping so loudly you’re sure someone could hear it through the walls.
A month since you and Steve crossed that line you’d spent weeks pretending you hadn’t crossed. And now the evidence sat in that box, in form of a thin plastic test.
You set the test on the counter.
Maybe you’re just stressed? Maybe that’s why you’re late? Maybe it’ll come tomorrow? Or tonight?
In the distance, you hear Murray’s voice through the cracked window. Probably teasing Steve about something. It makes your stomach clench. Will he be happy? Sad? Mad? Will he just leave you?
You shove the box in your pocket, not bothering to clean up the cheesy, powdery snack. You make your way to the bathroom, softly closing the door behind you. You face the mirror.
Please be negative.
Please, please, please, please, please.
You peel the cardboard open like it’s sacred, eyes darting towards the door every few seconds. You pick one of the sticks up. It feels heavy in your hands, too real.
Taking a deep breathe in and holding it for a few seconds, you finally let go and open the toilet seat.
After you’re done, you put it on the bathroom counter upside down. The bathroom feels too quiet, too small, too restricting.
You sunk down, back against the door as you brought your knees up to your chest. You were shaking, a million thoughts running through your head.
Ten minutes suddenly feels like a lifetime.
A knock rattles the bathroom door.
Your heart launches in your throat. You launch up, hiding the test.
“Hey,” Steve’s voice comes through, soft and concerned. “You okay in there? You kinda just ran off.”
You swallow hard.
“Uh— I-I’m fine.” Your voice cracks. “I just needed to use the bathroom!”
“Are you crying?” Steve’s voice is closer now, even more concerned.
You can’t tell him.
Not yet.
“I’m fine.” You barely managed to say.
It’s quiet. You can tell he knows you’re lying. He could always read you like a book.
“Are you sure?” He says, this time his hand was on the doorknob.
“Y-yes!” You say, quickly putting your weight against the door so he couldn’t come in.
He hesitates, letting go. “Okay. I’ll be right out here, okay?” He speaks softly. “Take your time.”
His footsteps fade, but your pulse doesn’t.
You grab the test from where you hid it, putting it back on the counter.
Six more minutes.
You pace once.
Twice.
Your nerves buzz under your skin like electricity.
A slow, dreadful six minutes go by. Slowly, very slowly, you flip it over.
You squeeze your eyes shut.
Just look.
Just get it over with.
Just—
Your eyes snap open and the world stops.
Two lines.
Two pink, undeniable lines.
You blink a few times, rubbing your eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on you.
Nope.
Maybe if you shake it?
Nope, still nothing. Just the same two lines.
The air rushes out of your lungs all at once. You stumble back, hitting the wall as the test drops.
Two lines.
Holy fuck you’re pregnant.
A tear slips down your cheek before you even notice it, then another, and another.
Steve.
What are you going to tell Steve? What about the group? Nancy? Robin? Joyce? Hopper? The kids? Dustin—
Another knock interrupts your thoughts, “Y/N?”
That wasn’t Steve.
“There’s a crawl tonight. We need you.” Nancy says, knocking again.
Shit.
-
The lights flicker on, “So, all in all, signs point to another successful crawl.”
There’s an awkward silence.
Nancy frowns, crossing her arms. “Is there a problem?”
Jonathan looks at the trio sitting by the table: Robin, Steve, and Y/N before looking back at his girlfriend.
“Uhm…” He hesitates, “No, no, I mean, I think it’s all good.
Steve talks, “Yeah, yeah, it’s good. It’s really good… it’s just uhm..”
“Zone G1 is not that exciting or Venca-y.” Robin interrupts him. “What does it have? A Circuit City, a couple of houses, and a Big Buy?”
Nancy looks offended. “Doesn’t matter. We stick to the plan and…”
Her voice keeps moving, focused and filled with words you’ve already heard what is it, 30 something times before— “pattern”, “radius”, “30 miles only”, “dont mess this up”, “more than enough time”, “staying focused”.
But it all turns into static in your ears.
Your eyes stay locked in your lap. The image of the two lines popping in your head.
Your stomach churns and all of the sudden, before you know it, you are running to the nearest trashcan and throwing up.
“Woah- woah- hey, you’re okay. You’re okay.” You hear his voice. Steve’s hand, wrapping around your hair to hold it back. The other hand rubbing up and down your back.
You hear feet shuffling, getting closer and closer. “Nervous?” Robin speaks, handing you napkins.
You wipe your mouth, still trembling, the sour taste still lingering on your tongue.
“Thanks,” you mutter, embarrassed. Everyone is staring now. Jonathan was in a different spot now, closer to offer help but not close enough to see the waste. Nancy was in the same spot, blinking like she’s mentally calculating twenty different explanations for what just happened. Robin is looking away, trying not to gag and Steve, he looks like a kicked puppy. Eyes wide as saucers as he scans you to make sure you’re okay.
“You okay?” He speaks, his hand hovering near your shoulder like he’s scared to touch you. “Is it because of the shitty plan?”
“It is not shitty!” Nancy snaps, eyebrows furrowed but then they soften when she looks back at you. “Is it?”
“N-no… It’s just those dang cheese puffs. I ate too many.”
Your excuse hangs in the air as everyone exchanges looks.
Robin squints at you. “Okay but like… you’ve eaten way more disgusting things than that before. Remember those nachos Dustin made?”
“You’re gonna make me puke again…”
“Robin.” Steve hisses, glaring at her.
“What? I’m just saying—“
“I’m fine.” You cut in quickly, forcing a small smile. “Really I’m fine.”
Nancy’s brows pinch. “You barely ate any of those,” She says carefully, suspicious.
Jonathan shoots her a look.
Nancy rolls her eyes but lays off. She wasn’t annoyed at you or because of you. She was annoyed that everybody was so oblivious. Obviously, something was going on with you.
And she was going to find out.
-
“Where’s Henderson?” Steve asks over the radio.
I look over to Mike, he shrugs.
“Anyone heard from Inspector Gadget?” Hopper asks, in full gear. He was standing next to Joyce, waiting for Dustin.
When it comes to Crawls, Steve and Dustin are in charge of keeping in touch with Hopper while he’s in the Upside Down. Steve drives, Dustin listens to the frequency. They carefully follow Hopper by his frequency, ensuring he’s safe. Sometimes you tag along, riding next to Steve or laying in the back of the van.
Everybody shakes their heads. I sigh, talking into the walkie talkie, “He’s not here.”
“Well, how am I supposed to drive and listen?”
Will immediately cuts in, hopeful. “I can do it! Right, mom?”
Joyce immediately frowns, “No.”
“But— but I know how to! I helped Dustin put togeth—“
“No! You’re not going, it’s too dangerous.” Joyce quickly dismisses her son. “Jonathan, you can do it?”
Will’s face falls. He looks at Jonathan, eyes pleading to at least try to change her mind. He doesn’t though.
“Yeah… I think I can.” He mutters.
“You think? Or you know? I can’t die out there.” Hopper asks.
Jonathan swallows, nodding before answering. “Yes. Yes I can.”
You talk into the walkie talkie, “Jonathan is gonna help you.”
A groan erupts from the other side, “Really?”
You roll your eyes, not bothering to respond. Steve and Jonathan don’t like each other. They haven’t for a while. It all started when Jonathan was taking pictures of Nancy, Steve’s girlfriend at the time. Steve broke Jonathans camera, Nancy got closer to Jonathan, and well you know the story. Although Steve was very much over Nancy Wheeler, he still held a grudge against Jonathan.
You feel a hand tap your shoulder lightly and it makes you jump. It’s Jonathan.
“Uh… Y/N?” He asks quietly, “Do you know where Nancy went? I want to say goodbye before I go.”
You look around the room quickly, confused. Nancy had been the one leading the plan, but now… she’s nowhere in sight.
“C’mon kid. We gotta go.” Hopper says, rushing him.
“I’ll find her so she can say bye over the talkie. I promise.” You say. You wish everybody a safe journey before asking Robin if she’s seen Nancy.
“Uhm…” Robin thinks for a moment. “I think she went to the bathroom?”
Your throat tightens. You can’t speak.
What if she finds the pregnancy test?
You buried it deep, deep, in the trash in a rush because of the crawl. But what if it wasn’t deep, deep? What if it was poking out and she saw it? What if she went through the trashcan? What if I didn’t hide it? What if it was just sitting on the counter?
You take off running to the bathroom, not a word to Robin. You begin knocking like a crazy woman.
“Mike! Hold on—“
“It’s Y/N.”
She stays quiet.
She knows.
She definitely knows.
Can the ground just open up and swallow you whole?
The door opens, and she stares at you. A sympathetic look on her face. That’s all it took for you to burst into tears.
Nancy’s face softens instantly. She doesn’t hesitate, softly grabbing your shoulders and pulling you inside. She closes the door.
“Hey, hey… it’s okay. It’s okay Y/N.” She whispers, even though neither of you believed that.
You’re already shaking your head, tears flooding down your cheeks. “Nance— I— I didn’t want anyone to know, I swear— Steve doesn’t know and now he’s gone—“
Your breath hitches, your words collapsing into a sob.
Nancy grabs the rag hanging off the hook, dabbing your tears away. “Hey, hey. Look, it’s okay. You’re not alone.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, “I didn’t want anyone to know.”
“Y/N… we all would’ve helped you and supported you. We love you.”
Her gentle words make you cry even more, heart beating fast. “Please don’t tell anyone. Please.”
She nods. “I won’t.”
“I just— what am I supposed to do? I can’t have a baby. Not now— with Vecna out there? With the quarantine? I can’t— I can’t—“
Then the lights start flickering.
The both of you freeze, staring at the lightbulb in the bathroom.
The lights die all at once.
Nancy’s grip tightens around your wrist. She says your name, barely above a whisper. You nod even though she can’t see you, your pulse pounding violently.
Then—
A scream.
Nancy reacts first, yanking the door open. You stumble out with her.
Will Byers is on his back, his mom behind him and comforting him. She’s whispering sweet nothings as he’s shaking violently, sweat forming on his forehead. The only source of light coming from Robin’s flashlight.
“I saw it.”
Joyce furrows her brows, “Saw what?”
“The Demogorgan.” Will says, a shiver going down his spine.
Joyce looks even more confused.
“It’s coming. It’s coming for them.” He sobs.
Joyce grabs his face, “For who? Who’s them?”
Will slowly turns, still shaking. His eyes land on Nancy.
Nancy goes pale instantly.
-
The car rattles as Nancy speeds down the road, knuckles white around the wheel. Eleven is sitting in the passenger seat, her hoodie on so she doesn’t get spotted.
You’re in the back, curled forward, hands shaking around your belt.
The Demogorgan was going after the Wheelers.
Nancy keeps glancing at you through the mirror. Every time you catch her, she looks away. She’s trying not to panic, you can tell.
Turning onto the Wheelers house street, you can see the lights flickering in the house.
Eleven suddenly sits up straighter.
“It’s here.”
Nancy pulls into the side of the house, slamming on the brakes. You all rush out, Nancy holding a shotgun and you holding Steve’s bat.
Eleven swings open the door with her powers. You all walk in, making sure to be quiet but fast.
The house is eerily silent.
“Mom?” Nancy chokes out. She’s shaking. She’s trying her best not to, but she can’t even hold the gun right. You touch her shoulder softly causing her to jump. You give her your best, “It’s going to be okay look”.
It seems like she didn’t really appreciate that because instead of smiling or saying a thank you, she looks grossed out and scared all in one.
What the hell did you do to this bitc—
Nancy shoves you out of the way, landing to your knees. You can barely process what happened before a shot is sent and your ears are ringing.
You fall onto your back, blood turning into ice when you hear that all too familiar growl.
That tall, impossibly tall, figure steps out of the shadows and pushes Nancy away.
You scream, grabbing the nailed bat. You swing at the creature, only hitting it once before it slapped the bat away.
Eleven shouts, using her force to push the Demogorgan away. She rushes to you, trying to help you up. Nancy is near the doorway, her arm is cut up pretty bad from the claws. She still tries her best to load the gun anyways.
She holds the gun up, aiming.
It’s quiet once again.
Too quiet.
Then there’s a crash above your head and before you know it, the creature has you by your leg.
You claw at the floor, nails scraping the wood.
Nancy grabs your arm, trying to pull you back, “ELEVEN!! STOP IT!”
The monster yanks and the force sends Nancy on her back.
Your body is dragged across the floor, you’re trying everything you can to get out. Clawing at anything.
The last thing you hear is Nancy sobbing your name.
Before the Demogorgan yanks you into the Upside Down.
Yes I’m doing ok thank you for asking🖤 just trying to push through my last semester of school and trying to navigate my feelings through this very unexpected pregnancy 🖤
I feel like I upset a lot of people with my “wait in the truck” fic and I’m truly so sorry. I was just writing and didn’t really even proof read it before posting and going straight to bed. I think I probably should have put a better warning so I’m going to work on that. Again I’m so sorry for anyone I hurt or offended with that fic 🖤
Okay, promise I'm not insulting your writing or anything of the sorts, but "Wait In The Truck" is not a Billy Hargrove x reader like you tagged it as, and for most people who read Billy Hargrove x readers, they don't want to read about Billy abusing his partner. Doesn't mean you can't write what you like, but maybe just adjust the tags next time.
Yeah I did that I was going to have it he Billy honestly the whole time it was just some made up person and then at the end I changed it lol and then I was half asleep tagging so maybe I’ll change it cause honestly there is no conversations between reader and Billy
Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, mentions of injury, mentions of fighting, cussing, really short and probably rushed.
You walked along the road in the pouring rain, no shoes and a ripped shirt that clung to your body. You didn’t even have shoes on, feeling every rock and bump under your bare feet but you didn’t care. It had to be at least 2am now, you felt like you had been walking forever. Until you saw headlights come up over the hill, you thought for a second to hide scared that he might have come looking after you but with the small chance that it could be someone willing to give you a ride you decided to stay where you were.
As you turn around to see that it was a black truck, they pull up beside you. He opened the door from inside the truck and yelled to get in. You recognized his voice but couldn’t see his face through the darkness and thick rain pouring down. You decide to slide into the truck, eyes meeting with none other than your ex best friend, Eddie Munson.
You shift in your seat uncomfortably as he examines you. He noticed a cut along your cheek as well as a black eye starting to form. He finally lets out a long sigh stating, “where does he fucking live”
“Eddie I’m fine I just -“ you start but he cuts you off “I said where does he fucking live y/n”
You gulp, “Cherry Lane.”
The rest of the ride was silent. He knew you had been through enough so he didn’t want to pressure you for more answers. He also couldn’t think 100% straight, his mind racing with anger thinking of who could have done this to you and why you wouldn’t have called him. Sure you two have spoken in years, but you had been best friends since the 2nd grade. He would have answered if you would have called.
As soon as he heard the bastard lived on Cherry Lane, he knew it was Billy fucking Hargrove that had tossed you around like trash. He pulled into the front of the trailer, gravel crunching under the tires of this truck. He swings the truck door open and says “wait in the truck” before getting out. Before he slams the driver's door shut, he looks you in the eyes and repeats “wait in the fucking truck y/n” and you nodded as if your life depended on it.
He storms up to the double wide trailer, the freshly wet dirt splashing mud up with every aggressive step he takes. Once he approaches the white metal door he knocks loudly three times but he doesn’t give Billy the chance to even answer it before he kicks in the door. You can hear Billy yell, “what the fuck man!” In his slurred voice before you heard the banging and yelling come out of the trailer. It felt like an eternity but in reality it was only a few minutes before Eddie stepped back onto the front porch. He spits some blood onto the porch ground, wiping his mouth with his sleeve before walking over to the small outdoor table where Billy kept his cigarettes and an orange lighter. Eddie had a seat on the old lawn chair, lighting one of Billy’s cigarettes up and placing the rest of the carton in his leather jacket pocket.
After he let out a few long drags, he got up and spit one more time. Then climbed into the truck. You sat there with your mouth wide open, still trying to wrap your head around what just happened.
“You hungry?” He questioned as he put the truck in reverse.
You didn’t respond.
“Let’s go to Benny’s, yeah? You used to love their fries and milkshakes.” He says this time making eye contact. You just nod back to him and he speeds off down the dirt road.
All of what happened that night in Billy’s trailer was never revealed, but one thing was certain you were not scared of Billy fucking Hargrove ever messing with you again.
Notes: sorry that this took so long and sucks so bad.
Steve headed out the door with El and Will, excited to go to the arcade. You however were dreading going to the store with Joyce. The car ride there was silent as she pulled up and parked in front of Sears, next to that was the baby surplus store. You quickly got out of the car and followed closely behind Joyce as she rambled off a list of things to look at. As she approached the maternity section you continued to stand sheepishly behind her while she started looking through the many racks of clothes. Shortly after a sales lady came over to greet the two of you, “hello ladies are we finding everything ok over here?” She said with a sickly sweet smile.
“Oh yes, just looking for some pants and maybe a few tops,” Joyce said back without making eye contact with the lady.
“Well you look like you couldn’t be very far along, I guess it’s always nice to be prepared. We have all our jeans on this rack, stretch pants are located on the table here and then the tops are here” she said gesturing around the store.
“Oh thank you, but we are actually shopping for her” Joyce said, still not looking up from the clothes so she clearly missed the concerned look etched out on the sales associate's face. You rolled your eyes as the lady headed back to the cash register whispering to a fellow co-worker.
“Can we please go now?” You said in an irritated voice.
“Honey we just got her, we should look around. Plus Eddie isn’t due to meet us at the baby store for another 30 minutes”
You roll your eyes again but follow closely behind Joyce, quickly agreeing to anything she held up. Once she checked out she took the bags to the car as you headed into the baby surplus store. The second the doors opened you were overwhelmed, everything that was related to a baby was in there. Who knew a baby needed so many things? Before you could finish taking it all in, Eddie walked up next to you, greeting you with a weak smile.
“You came” you almost whispered.
“Of course I did, man it looks like a daycare threw up in here” he said back and you giggled.
“Uh so how are you feeling? Still getting sick?” He questioned as he looked down at his dirty Reebok sneakers.
“It’s better, not as often. She just likes to use my bladder like a stress ball now” you reply with a small chuckle.
Joyce joined the two of you and you walked around the store, taking it all in. Joyce went on small rants about different things a baby would need and why.
“Well what’s most important? Like what would we need right away” you finally cut her off, starting to feel overwhelmed again.
“Hmm first you need to decide if you want to breastfeed or formula feed. That will help you figure out how many bottles to buy. Then you’ll need a safe space for the baby to sleep.”
She pulled you both along down each isle, pointing out the must haves and the things to pass on. Both you and Eddie felt equally dizzy as she ranted on all the supplies. At the end of the shopping trip you stood near the check out playing with a small bunny blanket in your hands. Joyce was busy talking to a store employee, signing up for the coupon book.
“That’s adorable” Eddie said over your shoulder, making you slightly jump. You nodded in return as you stared at the little blanket in your hands.
“We should get it” Eddie finally said.
“No way, I think there are a ton more things I should be saving for then a little toy” you replied, placing the blanket back into the bin.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something..”
“Oh that’s never good,” you chuckle, “what’s going on”
“Well I haven’t exactly told Wayne about this .. situation. I mean he is definitely suspicious after you came over that one day but we haven’t had a conversation about it” he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.
“Ok well what does that have to do with me?” You questioned as you crossed your arm over your bump.
“I was hoping you would come over for dinner Saturday night and help me tell him” Eddie said in one long sentence.
“No way you weren’t there to help me when I told my dad” you scoffed.
“Well that’s not fair, first your dad is a cop he would have murdered me and gotten away with it if I was there for that. Second, you didn’t even tell him, he found out.”
“Either way it’s not happening, buddy” you said, turning around to look for Joyce.
She runs over with the coupon book in hand and a huge smile across her face.
“Guess what! They have free birthing classes for first time parents, I signed you guys up! It will be such an amazing experience for you two!” Joyce beamed.
Your face got red hot and you swallowed thickly saying, “I don’t think we would be in to that Joyce”
“Oh nonsense!”
“I think I’m busy that day, sorry y/n” Eddie replied.
“She didn’t even tell you what day it was, asshole” you said with an eye roll.
“Oh right, it’s sunday afternoon” she stated, handing you a small appointment card with the information scribbled down.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to discuss the details, I’ll be waiting for you in the car y/n” Joyce said as she started toward the car.
“Do you think somehow we can get out of that” Eddie said pointing down at the appointment card in your hand.
“Probably not. But she’s right it’s probably a good thing to go so we know what to expect” you stated with a shrug.
“Well how about we make a deal, I’ll go to the pregnant lady class and you come over for dinner with Wayne” Eddie asked with pleading eyes.
You roll your eyes in response, “it’s a birthing class but ok fine. You have a deal but you are doing all the talking at dinner, I’m just coming for the free food”
He laughed, “what should I tell Wanye to make?”
“Oooo his famous spaghetti sounds amazing right now!” You replied, licking your lips, “but with penne noodle, angel hair pasta grosses me out.”
“Since when, all noodles taste the same” He said with a laugh and you shrugged.
“They definitely don’t all taste the same!” You said laughing as you both exited the store.
The weekend came faster than you expected. School was decent, but you were definitely keeping to yourself. Eddie had invited you to eat lunch with him a few times but you wanted to take this new found territory slow. You pulled up to the Munson Trailer and let out a long breath. You knew Wayne wasn’t going to yell when you told him what had been going on, but he would definitely be worried and disappointed which was arguably worse. The only thing that enticed you to come was the thought of Uncle Wanye’s amazing spaghetti, you had been daydreaming about it all week. You approach the white metal door and knocked twice.
“Hey look who finally came over for a visit” Wanye said as he opened up the door, giving you a smile. You smile back but uncomfortably as it didn’t seem like he knew you were coming.
“I was just finishing up some meatloaf, Eddie is in his room”
“Oh ok, thank you” you gave him a tight lipped smile as you walked down the hallway to Eddie’s room. You open the door, turn around to close it and then march over to where Eddie was sitting with his guitar on his unmade bed.
“What the actual fuck Eddie, I thought you told Wayne I was coming over” you whisper yelled at him, not wanting for Wayne to overhear you.
“I know I know, I just got nervous. I didn’t want to say anything and then him start drilling me with questions” Eddie said as he put his guitar down. You pouted sitting down next to him on the bed.
“So do you have a plan on how this is going to go genius?” You question.
“Uh well I was thinking we go out there and after dinner we somehow bring it up into the conversation..”
“Oh yeah that’s a great idea, hey Wayne do you miss when Eddie was a baby? Ok good because we are about to bring another one just like him into the world” you threw up your hands getting off his bed.
“Well maybe not quite like that..” and you just roll your eyes.
“Kids dinner is ready” you hear Wayne shout from the kitchen.
You and Eddie make your way to the small kitchen table and start filling your plates. You don’t take much, not really being in the mood for meatloaf after Eddie promised a spaghetti dinner. It was quiet for the first several minutes, all you could hear was the clanking of the silverware on the plates as you all ate.
“So what brings you over here, kid? Not that I don’t love having you over, you just don’t come around often anymore” Wayne states.
“That’s a great question Uncle Wayne, Eddie and I wanted to tell you ..” you started just to get cut off by Eddie shoving the bowl of mashed potatoes towards you. “You barely took any food y/n, here have some more potatoes”
You look at him confused but can tell by his flushed appearance he was nervous.
“No I’m good, anyway like I was saying-“ Eddie cut you off again, “serious y/n you should eat some more potatoes”
“What the hell Eddie, you said we were doing this tonight so let’s just get it over with!” You say slamming your hands down onto the table. Eddie just froze.
“Ok what in the hell is going on” Wayne finally interjected.
Both of you look up towards Wayne with wide eyes, unsure of how to continue the conversation.
“Seriously somebody better start talking,” Wayne said as he crossed his arms.
“Ok Uncle Wayne, I’m sorry. A few months ago we made a terrible mistake and now we are in this situation and we are trying to make the most of it but I know this will be disappointing for you-” Eddie rambled until you were the one to cut him off, “Uncle Wayne, I’m pregnant” you finally stated. The room grew incredibly quiet. It stayed quiet for at least a minute, Wayne face clearly trying to process this new information.
“And just in case you weren’t sure, it’s Eddie’s baby” you added in and Eddie groaned.
Wayne got up from the table, without saying a word and walked out to the front porch.
“I told you this was a terrible idea!” Eddie exclaimed.
“It was your idea!” You said back. Eddie just closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing.
“I think dinner is over now, you should leave y/n” Wanye said as he came back inside, metal door slamming behind him.
“I think Eddie and I need to have a talk” he finished. You nodded to both of the Munson men and made your way out to your car.
synopsis: "Exes can have a baby, right?", a story in which Jake finds himself having a baby with the one person who can't even stand the sight of him. Slow burn, exes to lovers.
Honestly I love it when fanfic authors write the most devastating chapters, where they rip my heart out and make me bawl my eyes out
And then they have a little note under the chapter that says “thank you for reading! have a nice day <3” like they didn’t just tilt my world out of its axis
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