where in the hell did you find that

A year and a half had passed since that day and you and Eddie had been exhausted by the rude awakening of being parents in high school. While you and your baby stayed at your house with Hopper and El, Eddie was there every single day and stayed every other night to help. You weren't dating, but feelings were there, definitely after seeing every day how amazing Eddie was with your son.

You were currently heading to the high school to pick up Eddie and your son from a Hellfire Club meeting. You protested Eddie bringing your son to meetings, but it made Eddie happy, so you couldn't complain.

When you walked in the door, you were greeted by the sight of Eddie lifting the baby up, shouting something about being the chosen one as the boys laughed around him. You squinted your eyes as you looked closer, noticing what your son was wearing.

"Is that a Hellfire Club shirt?" You questioned. The group looked at you, and Eddie smiled.

"Yeah! I had it special made!" Eddie exclaimed, extremely excited. You laughed and reached for your baby.

"Well, he looks adorable." You told Eddie, holding your son on your side. "Did you two have fun today?" You asked.

"Yes! Thank you for letting me bring him, mom." Eddie said, smiling.

"Any time you want, you can. As long as you don't sacrifice him."

"Eddie did that twice today!" Dustin shouted from behind you. Eddie immediately turned around and shot him daggers. Dustin got scared and looked away from Eddie.

"You are such a bad influence." You told him. Eddie smiled, then noticed your body. You had been working hard to lose the baby weight. You looked amazing, but to Eddie, you always did. "So my dad is making dinner tonight and wanted you to come since you're family now." You noticed Eddie's eyes, him clearly distracted. "Are you even listening to me?" You questioned. Eddie broke out of his stare.

"Sorry, it's hard to focus when you look like that." He told you. "Do you want to give that date a try next Friday night?" He asked. You both started smiling like idiots.

"I'd love to. Just don't get any ideas, Munson. We don't need a second one of these." You lifted up your son a little.

"Oh, your dad would for sure kill me then."

"Absolutely he would."