Cannibal Craving (Venom x Eddie Mpreg)

~Chapter 8~

Eddie's PoV

Our day off had ended, and I could honestly say that I was excited to go to work for once. Now I know you might think that I'm using work as a distraction to avoid talking about what happened last night, and you're right, but I knew that I would have to talk sooner or later, so what harm would it do if I just took some time for myself to think it over? That being said, I was willing to take any distraction that I could get, and work was the perfect excuse to avoid real conversation until later. 

I get dressed quickly, but there's a moment where I look down at the bandages around my middle and remember last night. That faint tap was nearly as faint as my memory of it, but I was certain of what I felt. The wonder vanishes the second I pull my shirt for work down and I snap back to reality, adding that to the list of things that I could push off until later. 

Venom is strangely quiet this morning, but I figured that maybe they knew I needed the space, and I wouldn't pass up the opportunity. 

Instead, I get my jacket on and hop in the car, and use the silence to my advantage. I start thinking. Reflecting. Pondering the trees that were now dripping with icicles from last nights storm. Considering every crop barren field we passed by with deer prancing in the background. Studying every house with Christmas decorations that haven't been taken down yet. And as I sit here, over-analyzing every small pebble we drove by, I begin to wonder if maybe this was part of the problem. 

I begin to consider that perhaps part of the issue was that I kept on pushing things off for the sake of my own comfort, rather than confronting them. Maybe the reason I was so unhappy was because I kept on saying that I could deal with it some other time. Maybe if I had said something at least a little sooner we wouldn't be so deep in all this mess. Maybe I made this bed for myself, and it was time for me to lay in it. 

My tongue is begging for me to speak, but it can't even get past my teeth. Just as I'm ready to pipe up, I pull into the driveway of the market, and settle back down. I can feel Venoms interest swelling now, and I clear my throat, carefully parking the car and turning off the engine. Every small shift in the car was extra loud in the suffocating quietness. 

This was it. This was the moment to say something. This could be it, right here, right now. We could finally talk things over and deal with all of this together. It might not make things better, but it could be a start. All I needed to do was say something, and yet... I'm afraid. Too afraid to speak. 

"Eddie?.." Vee questions in a curious voice. 

I had to do it. It was time to talk and get it over with. Like ripping off a band-aid. 

And then suddenly, I see light shine into the car as Ashley opens the back door with wide arms to welcome me in. I'm stranded in an ocean of relief when I see her, like she were a bringer of God's holy sunshine, and I wave at her. Venom settles back into their spot, curled up in my stomach protectively around the baby. I feel a twinge of guilt, but I can't help myself when I get out of the car and start heading for the door. 

Forgive me Vee. Perhaps I can be a better man after this shift. 

"That's okay... I can wait." 

I skip a beat in my path as I consider just going back to the car, but I think you and I both know that isn't going to happen. So I keep walking, and smile at Ashley as I enter the building. 

"Hey, how are you? It's felt like forever!" She greets, closing the door behind me. 

"Didn't I just see you like two days ago?" I say with the raise of an eyebrow. 

"...Oh, yeah, I guess you did, huh? Ah well, I don't really keep track of days anymore, ya know? I kinda just live by my alarm clock," she shrugs, wandering off to grab her apron. I squint to myself, confused but willing to just let it slide by as I take my jacket off.