Shot In The Dark - An Eddie Munson & Y/N Story

Epilogue ~ Finally...

- 18th October 1998 -
Waking up early to an empty bed was not unusual for me anymore... it was something I'd finally become a custom to. There were a lot of strange things I'd been forced to become familiar with over the last ten years, but waking up without Y/N in bed beside me everyday was one of the hardest to come to terms with. Dragging my tired ass out of bed, I walked along the short hall of my double wide trailer to the adjacent bedroom before knocking on the door. Hearing only a groan from the occupant inside, I cracked the door open and peered inside, seeing a mound of tussled bedding hiding the reluctant occupant beneath it. "Alice... time to get up sweetheart, you've got school today." I cooed as I waited for my daughter to respond. Her body tossed and turned beneath the covers, her mess of brown curly hair finally peeking from the top of the covers. "C'mon, missus. Don't wanna be late, again." I teased as I flicked the light switch on and off again, something Alice hated me doing to get her up in the morning. She was only 10-years-old, but had all the attitude of a 16-year-old with none of the maturity. Finally groaning as she sat up in bed, she looked over to my grinning face at the doorway before shooting me a truly irritated grimace as she rolled her eyes at me. "I'm up... happy, dad?" she grumbled as I nodded and continued my stroll down the hall towards the kitchen.

As I walked through the hall I examine every photograph hanging either side of me, mostly of me and Y/N when we were younger, even the picture of her and her late guardian, Alice, smiling together - the same Alice I felt obliged to name my own daughter after. As I looked at her smiling face in the photographs, my body ached for her warm embrace. I just wanted her soft arms wrapped around my neck as she peppers my nose with sweet kisses, like she always did in the mornings. Continuing my stroll to the kitchen, I hit the switch on the coffee maker before heading across the room toward the living room. "Good morning my love..." I sigh as I look at the sleepy face of the woman seated on the couch, a sleepy little baby boy in her arms. She smiles up at me as she feeds the little bub, blowing me a kiss from her beautiful lips. "I missed you again this morning." I pouted, taking a seat next to her on the couch, placing a soft kiss on the warm head of my son. "Sorry, Ed's. Little man was hungry and I didn't wanna wake you." she apologised, she never needed to apologise for getting up to feed my son, but she always did.

I looked over to the TV unit, taking in the row of photographs that decorated each shelf, paying closer attention to the ones from our wedding day. I never thought that day would come, even though I'd promised her time and time again that I wanted to marry her. It always felt like there was some kind of force trying to stop me from ever being happy. After Alice was born, I'd realised that I didn't need a wife or a marriage to be happy but it all clicked into place anyway eventually, finally getting down the aisle when Alice was barely 4. Both insisting on a small ceremony with our closest friends and family, we'd both spent years of our lives feeling under the watch or judgement of others so we'd both agreed not to make a spectacle of ourselves when we did finally get married. After loosing Y/N again and again, I never thought I'd ever find love or happiness. But when her eyes shot open and her lungs took in a powerful gasp, I knew it was all over, she was back and we'd finally get that happy ending I'd always promised her.

When we found out she was pregnant with Alice, it was some kind of fucking miracle... considering her conception was while her mother was of the 'undead orientation', made even more miraculous by Y/N's stunt of fucking dying, again after Vecna was defeated. Y/N always worried that her children would be born with the same gifts she was, but now we had to worry about whether the baby would be born with a lust for blood or breast milk. Thankfully, Alice seemed pretty normal when she was born, normal even for my kid. When she got to about 3 her temper tantrums were a little unique for a kid her age, instead of throwing her toys outta the pram she'd throw the whole fucking pram. Luckily we'd managed to put a lid on those powers until she was a little older, now she barely even recalls having powers at all. Keeping all digits crossed that the little dude takes more after me and just inherits wicked guitar skills instead of superhuman strength.

I wouldn't change my little family for the world and I wouldn't change a thing about how we got here. Every single obstacle we'd faced along the way made us exactly who we are today, which sounds so fucking cheesy, I know, but it's true. I love Y/N more than anything in the universe, and I know she feels the same way about me. Our disgusting happiness made even more perfect thanks to the two hell raisers that joined our family later, even agreeing to let her name my son after Stevie Nicks. But I kinda had to since that fucking Songbird song was the catalyst for bringing my girl back to me 10 years ago, I kinda owed Harrington a debt too for all the heroic shit he'd done for both me and Y/N so 'Stevie Munson' is kinda for him too.

Neither if us completed a high school education, but while Y/N was pregnant we both applied to the community college and got our diploma equivalencies just in time for Alice to maker her big appearance. I started working at the auto shop and honestly, I love it there! I get so much time to see my kids and wife and make pretty good bucks there. Y/N started working at Family Video with Buckley and Harrington, until she was scouted as the new manager for music store in the mall. Can't argue with sick discounts on records, tapes and instruments, plus Alice gets music lessons whilst Y/N's working so she's happy too, not quite the drummer her uncle Gareth is, but she's getting there. After Alice was born we'd taken the money from Y/N's savings and what Wayne and I were holding from her trailer sale and found a pretty decent double wide on the other side of the park from Wayne. I tried to argue getting a real house, but Y/N insisted that we didn't need one, and she was right... as always.

We were the happiest we could ever be in the trailer, just the four of us.

Our own little home.
The Munson Family Home.