Gift for @riddleblack246 as part of the @it-fandom-exchange
Warnings: ABO dynamics for the critters not into that.
Request Summary: Reddie domestic / family / baby plot.
Word Count: 1001k
The problem with having a pregnant boyfriend is that Eddie never knows what mood to expect from Richie from one day to the next. He’ll either be really happy, kind of angry, completely inconsolable or horny as fuck and it’s made this whole thing a rollarcoaster of emotions for five months. He hadn’t seen Richie long before work today and since it’s hard to read tones over text messages, Eddie’s not sure what mood Richie is going to be in when he gets home.
He can’t smell any distress when he enters the apartment which is a good start. He tries to find the Richie is inhabiting for the day as the distance he moves from the bed depends on his tired levels of the day. It doesn’t take him long to find the room, which includes Richie looking down at his stomach suspiciously like he thinks it's up to something.
The Playstation four controller is on the bed a couple of feet away from Richie’s crossed legs at a weird angle like he’s dropped it The game is unpaused so there’s a very impatient Spyro looking back at them from the screen.
Eddie tries to conceal his amusement at the look Richie is giving to his stomach the best he can, but a laugh still makes it out. “Hey Rich, whatcha doin’?”
It’s a moment before Richie looks up at him, and the suspicious look on his face fades into mild annoyance. “The little fucker kicked me.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve told you before that’s no way to talk about our child.” Eddie points out as he climbs onto the bed next to him. “Is that why you’ve abandoned Spyro? He’s looking a little lonely there.”
“He’ll live.”
Eddie hums an agreement, leaning towards Richie to press a kiss just under his ear. “And did we eat today?”
“Two meals and half of one of the big bags of Doritos.”
Eddie arches a brow at that, sitting back from him slightly. “Richie.”
“Fine two and a half of the bags.”
“That cannot be healthy at all.”
Richie snorts. “Lay off my eating habits, I’m incubating here.”
Eddie shakes his head, not even bothering to dignify that with a response as he reaches out to brush a hand against Richie’s stomach. “How’ve you been today?”
Richie nods his head towards his side of the bed where Eddie knows there’s a bucket stored. “On and off every couple of hours. Morning sickness is a literal lie. Whoever named it that either had the best pregnancy ever or just didn’t have a kid.”
“So your day has been vomiting, eating gross chips and playing Spyro?”
“Ah, ah, I put up the rest of the crib this morning so I don’t want any complaints about my eating habits and Spyro binging.”
“I told you to leave that to me.”
Richie rolls his eyes, nudging his elbow into Eddie’s side. “You do enough around here, I’m not going to die putting a crib together - though the kid might die if you put them in there without checking my crafting skills are on par with your own.”
“This is why I said leave it to me,” Eddie reaches between them and entangles their fingers together. “Not because I think you’re gonna get hurt all the time, but just because I know that you with tools is not a good idea. I’ll check it tomorrow.”
There’s a laugh from Richie as he leans into Eddie’s side, resting his head against his shoulder. “Super fair assumption. I’m surprised I didn’t break the whole thing.”
Eddie smiles, resting his head against the top of Richie’s. “Jury’s still out on that one, Rich.” He rubs a soothing circle against the back of Richie’s hand. “So, did you think of any names yet or are you still avoiding it?”
“Listen, if you want our child to have a dumb name like the cat then by all means I will give them a name but you know naming things is not my speciality.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the name you gave to the cat.”
“I’m not talking about Shiva, Eddie. I’m talking about the little shit we call Loofa.”
Eddie is silent a moment, suddenly remembering the reason they call one of their cats L and blame a Deathnote obsession neither of them actually have. “Okay, you’re not allowed to name anything anymore.”
“A wise choice Eds. Have you thought of any?”
“A few.”
Richie gives his hand a squeeze, leaning more into his side. “Okay, let’s hear ‘em.”
“Sam, Tyler, Laura, Kate, Isabelle, and Esmeralda.”
“Quite a variety you got there. You’ve been thinking about it a lot.” Eddie hums and Richie grins. “You have more.”
Eddie shrugs, careful not to disturb Richie too much. “Just Celia, Rebecca, and Aster.”
Richie hums, almost thoughtfully, and turns his head to rest more comfortably on Eddie’s shoulder. “Okay that last one… that kind of stands out from the others so I have to ask why it's on the list.”
“It means star in Greek.”
“Aster… I like that one the most.”
“Yeah? Me too.”
Richie tilts his head back, nudging his nose against Eddie’s jaw. “I think we just named our kid.”
“Good, maybe you’ll stop calling them a little fucker now.”
“Absolutely not, Eds. They will always be a little fucker.”
“Do not let your mom hear you call them that she’ll kill you.”
“Fine, they’ll always be a little fucker unless my mom is arou-” Richie frowns suddenly and sits up, glaring down at his stomach.
Eddie, who still has one hand resting there and is fully aware of what just happened, smiles and taps his fingers gently across the area rhythmically. “I don’t think they liked that.”
“Damn Eds, what was your first clue?” Richie snaps, though there’s no bite to his words. “That’s the first real kick. Usually you don’t feel them.”
“They clearly wanted you to get the message so they ratted you out to me.”
“Damn snitch.”