Ignite

Bug

December 24, 1986

"Sweetheart...*retch* ughhhhhhh. SweEEEETTheeAAARRRt! Oh shit *retch*... Y/N!" Eddie screamed from the bathroom floor hugging the toilet. You rushed in, cracking the door against the back of his head. "Sorry! I was trying to find the pepto! Here I brought you some water, small sips only though!". You watched Eddie miserably reach for the bottle of water and snarl his nose up at the pink liquid in the second. He peaked through squinted eyes at you, "I'm so sorry if I downplayed you being sick last week. This shit is no joke". You laughed at him and rubbed his arm. "Yeah, it's a nasty bug. The good news is it shouldn't last too long" you tried to comfort him. He dropped his head and weakly protested, "bullshit, it hit you for almost two whole we-"gags and retches*. You spring forward gathering his hair atop of his head. Grabbing a clip off the counter you secure his king brown locks in place. After a few more moments Eddie finally feels calm enough to make his way back to the couch. After snuggling up to the throw pillows you cover him with the blanket and offer him the water bottle. Eddie perks up a little and begins speaking, his voice coated with exhaustion, "I'm sorry. This really isn't how I wanted to spend Christmas Eve". Just like Eddie Munson, puking his guts up and he was still thinking about you. "Eddie, baby. It's more than okay. You can't help that your sick. Plus, the gang will be by a little later to bring us dinner and help me finish packing for the tour". You were both excited for this tour. It wasn't a huge headliner tour, but it was something to tide you over until they joined their dream tour. Corroded Coffin would be touring the world with Metallica and other major bands! For now though, they were doing a small state side with some new band called Skid Row.
"I hope this shits gone by then. I forgot we leave in a week. I don't want the other band to think I'm a little bitch", Eddie grumbled. You laughed at his complaints. "Well I'm pretty sure their lead singer wears more makeup than I do sooooooo I doubt he'll think that" you chuckled. You fiddled with your wedding rings, turning them back and forth. "What's on your mind" Eddie called. You shrugged your shoulders, "oh nothing...just zoned out". He stared at you, judging my. "C'mon Y/N. You're shit at lying...tell me what's going on", he pressed. You shook your head, "it's nothing really Eddie. We can talk about it later. I don't want to ruin Christmas or the tour prep. Honestly, I'm fine", you made a weak attempt at reassuring him. Annoyance riddled Eddie's face. "Y/N Munson...if you don't tell me right now what is on your mind. I will get up, walk over there, and more than likely blow chunks all over you" he warned. Stifling out a laugh, you stared at the floor. Finally, you crossed the floor and sat at the opposite end of the couch with your legs crossed, in front of Eddie. After staring at him, debating your words for a drawn at moment, you signed. "Okay, about the tour. I have some concerns" you cautioned. A shy smile spread across Eddie's face, "sweetheart, you'll be with me every step of the way. We couldn't possibly do this without the best stylist in the business you know. Hell, Bash and them might be trying to cop you from us if we aren't careful", he laughed. Lightly slapping his knee you laughed with him. Then your smile faded, "no I'm serious Eddie". A worried look spread across his face, "what's going on Y/N. You have to talk to me, I can't read your mind". You chewed the side of your lip, then gathered your breath. "Okay....we'll for one. We're taking the van right?! At least for most places unless we decide we need a bus...right?". Eddie stared at you, clearly confused as to why you were now so concerned with your means of transportation. "Uhhhh, yeah. Why?", he queried. You looked down at your hands, "I'm just wondering how ...how we will"...he interrupted. "How we will what sweetheart?". Slowly, you picked up your eyes, allowing them to lock with Eddie's as he peered into your soul, "how we will fit a car seat into either one", you almost whispered out.

The silence was maddening. Neither of you said anything. Eddie just stared at you, eyes wide. Finally, you leaned forward, "uhhh Eddie. Baby? Hello? Do you need the bucket?". Eddie's gaze drifted to the side and he shook his head once in shock. He brought his eyes back to yours, astonishment all over his face. "Sweetheart...are you telling me you're pregnant?", he asked softly. You took a deep breath, "yeah...I found out last week. I guess that's why the "bug" stuck around a lot longer for me huh?", you tried to joke. You felt Eddie grasp your hand. "Y/N, do not joke right now. Are you telling me...I'm ....im going to be ...a dad?", Eddie asked with raw emotion coating his voice. A small smile spread against your lips, "yes, Edward Munson. You are going to be a dad. We're having a baby", you managed to squeak out.

Before you knew it, you felt yourself tackled against the arm of the couch as Eddie wrapped you in his arms. "Are you fucking kidding me!!! This is the best gift you could have ever given me. I'm going to be a fucking DAD! We're going to have a little baby! Oh shit! Oh shit! This is so awesome, oh my God I'm so fucking proud of you!", he screamed as he littered you with kisses. It was like the stomach bug had took a hiatus. Eddie dropped to his knees in front you on the couch and placed his nose to your stomach. "Our baby is in there...we made that. Shit. Umm can he or she like ...hear me?", he asked with genuine curiosity. You laughed, buzzing into his hair and running your hands through his curls. "Not technically, but I'm sure they'd love to hear their daddy", you smiled. A smile larger than you'd ever seen spread across his face. Eddie pressed his mouth to your stomach, "hey in there little metalhead. Uh...it's your...it's your dad. Im so stoked to meet you", he looked up to you for reassurance. After a quick nod and smile, he continued. "Uhhh I can't promise you I'll be perfect. Your mom... well she's already perfect. But, I'm going to my best. I'm going to give you the most bad ass life possible. I love you so much already. Tears streamed down Eddie's face as he talked to your baby. This in turn caused you to leak faucets from your eyes. Eddie returned to your face, cupping it in his hand. "Thank you....thank you for this. For everything. Thank you for always making my dreams come true. I love you so fucking much", he cried before crashing into your lips. This kiss was different. This kiss made your heart ignite with a burning passion for the man who would help you start your own family.
You spent then next hour cuddling on the couch and cooing over names and the things to come. You were only interrupted by the sound of a car door in the drive. You peered out the window and saw Steve, Robin, and Dustin walking up. Eddie snapped to you, "can I please tell Henderson? Is that okay", he begged like a kid wanting an early present. Eddie sprang from the couch with his new found energy and sprinted for the door. You followed behind him and stood in the doorway. You watched as he barreled down the drive. "HENDERSON!! GUESS WHAT! HENDERSSSOOOOONNNNN!", Eddie screamed, dancing around Dustin and the others. You stood in awe, this was all you had ever wanted. No matter your fears of telling him, your worries of holding him back, your fears of the future. Eddie always made it perfect. There was one thing for sure...Eddie Munson ALWAYS kept you guessing.

The End 🖤

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I'll be posting the epilogue tomorrow! Thank you all for sticking through. I've enjoyed this so much. Hopefully, Eddie got the life you all thought he deserved.