UH! All Night: A Y/N x Eric Carr Story

Just Tell Me

I couldn't sleep all night. I knew that Eric would be here in the morning, and I had to find a way to tell him. I had to find a way to tell him, but I didn't know how. I had barely stopped crying all night, heartbroken and terrified. 

At last though, I was so exhausted I couldn't stay awake, and dropped off to sleep anyway, only to be woken up by a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning beautiful," Eric murmured. 

I sat up, looking at him, before bursting into tears. 

He took a step back, face shifting into a look of panic. 

"Y/N what's wrong? Are you okay?! Don't cry!" he said, giving me a hug and trying to wipe away my tears.

Shaking my head, I shoved him away, crying harder. It hurt more now that I was face to face with him again. Because I loved him, I loved him with my whole heart, when he was with me he was a total sweetheart. And oh I was furious with myself for falling as deeply in love with him as I had all while knowing it would never last forever. 

"Y/N, please tell me what's wrong! I love you, I want to help you! I want to help fix whatever's wrong!" he said, begging me.

"You! You're what's wrong!" I screamed at last.

He took a step back, staring at me in confusion. 

"What? What do you...what do you mean?" he asked.

"I know about you. I know about you and Bruce. I know what you're doing, I know...I know I'm just your side chick!" I shouted, growing furious.

He took another step back, face going pale. 

"Y/N, I..." he started, faltering.

"When were you going to tell me?! When were you going to tell me, when you took our baby? Oh, I'm sorry, when you took your baby?" I snarled. 

"Y/N, p-please calm down. You need to be calm, it's not healthy for the baby," he said gently, reaching out to pat me on the shoulder.

I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me," I spat. "Do you even love me? Are you even attracted to women?!" 

He flinched, a pained expression spreading across his face. "I-I do love you. I just...love him more," he whispered. 

I broke down all over again, sobbing harder. "Why didn't you tell me?" I wailed. "Why didn't you tell me that you didn't want to stay with me, that you didn't even want me, you just wanted a baby from me?!" 

"I did. I told you it wasn't going to last forever," he mumbled. 

"No! Saying it won't last forever isn't the same as saying you want to adopt my child to raise with another man you're in love with! It isn't the same as getting me pregnant with the intent of raising my child with someone else and NOT TELLING ME THAT!" I screamed, jumping to my feet. 

He grabbed my arms, eyes brimming with panic, and forced me back onto the couch. 

"Y/N, Y/N, please calm down. Please calm down, you're pregnant, you need to stay calm," he said in a scared voice. 

I sat down, burying my face in my hands, chest heaving. "When are you going to introduce me to Bruce?" I asked.

He took a sharp breath and I could feel him tremble as he sat next to me on the couch.

"He...doesn't know," he said softly.

I lifted my head from my hands, giving him a stunned look. "Eric you didn't tell him you're having a baby? A child you're planning on raising with him?" I asked in disbelief.

He rose to his feet, walking over and standing in the doorway. 

"No. I...I haven't told him." 

"We've been together for over two years. How long have you been planning to have a kid with me to raise with him?" 

"The whole time," he mumbled. 

"Eric--" I started, but he cut me off by gently hitting his forehead against the doorframe repeatedly. 

"I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you. You're right, I should've been more clear. I should've been up front with you. Oh gosh Y/N I'm so sorry, I-I don't know what I was thinking. I don't--Eric what the hell is wrong with you, how the fuck would this have worked out?" he mumbled, talking to himself as much as he was talking to me. 

I felt my heart twinge. In spite of everything, I did still love him. I did still want to be with him and I was still hoping desperately somehow we would end up together. I rose to my feet, walking over to him.

"Eric, what on earth was your plan? To show up at Bruce's house holding a baby and tell him it was yours for the two of you to raise? To steal my child and not tell me?" 

He shook his head helplessly, sniffling. "I d-don't know. I'm so sorry." 

I took his hand and he flinched, starting to pull his hand free from mine before reconsidering. 

"It's okay. If you'd like, we can work together to figure something out. Maybe all three of us?" I asked, but he shook his head, giving me a terrified look.

"No! No, Bruce can't...he can't find out. Not yet." 

There was a pause before he took a deep breath, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Y/N, I-I promise that...that you won't be left alone with m-our baby. If it doesn't work out that Bruce and I raise it, then...then I'll stay with you and raise it," he choked out, and it was clear it broke his heart just to say it. 

"Eric, you don't--" I started, but he shook his head.

"No. I do." 

There was a pause before he let out a soft sigh, kissing me on the cheek. 

"I'm sorry. Can we go to bed? I just...want to sleep," he murmured.

I gave his hand a squeeze, nodding. "Of course, we can talk in the morning," I said, leading him to the bed and lying next to him.

In spite of how mad at him I was, in spite of how he had hurt me, I knew I couldn't hold on to the anger forever. He was always so sweet to me, and I hated to see him so upset. But I didn't know if there was really anything I could do to help him with his issues.