"Still Just A Screw Up, Carver" - Eddie Munson & Y/N Sequel

EIGHT ~ Under Pressure

~ 9 weeks since 'the unspoken weekend' ~
Trying to just enjoy being in Eddie's arms as I wake, but the enjoyment gets cut short but the strangulating knot of nausea in my stomach sending me hurtling towards the bathroom to spend the next 20 minutes with my head in the bowl. So far I've managed to convince Eddie that it's just the remainder of the stomach flu combined with exhaustion from work, but that only gave him the sudden urge to talk to Steve about lightening my duties at work but I could not let him talk to Steve. I've missed the last 3 appointments with my doctor, I can't get away from Eddie long enough to go and it's driving Steve insane. Every time I've had an appointment he wants us to spend the day together, I told him I had to run an errand but he always insists on driving me or coming with me because I'm "still not feeling well" so I've ended up popping to the store or into work more times than I can count because he just won't let me go alone. I've gotta say, it was way easier to hide a pregnancy when you lived in a house full of people who didn't care about you.

"Hey princess, you okay in there?" Eddie's soft morning voice croaks through the wooden door, I love him but Jesus Christ, I just wish I could get 5 minutes to myself.
"Y-yeah... just feeling a little rough still." not a total lie, I was feeling really rough. My body ached and my head pounded, this was nothing like my other pregnancies, this was horrible.
"I'll make you some tea and toast, okay?" I hated keeping him in the dark like this, our whole relationship was founded on my dumb ass lying and keeping secrets - I really didn't want this new chapter to be the same.
"Okay!" I groaned as I held back another wave of nausea until I could hear his footsteps becoming distant on the carpet outside. With it being a Saturday I'd have to deal with the kids this morning before I went to work, I love them but right now even holding JJ drains my body of all its energy and I get this stabbing pain in my ribs when I lift him. I spend another 10 minutes hiding out in the bathroom before I finally emerge still feeling a little green and my head splitting in two from the pain, even the light from the soft sun outside makes it worse.

Half a slice of toast and two aspirin later and Eddie drops me off at work, "Are you sure you don't want me to talk to Harrington? It's like you're working yourself to death, baby!" I love how much Eddie cares but sometimes it's a little suffocating, amplified by now shitty I'm feeling all the time.
"Yes! Eddie. I'm fine." I snap and instantly feel guilty about it, "I'm sorry, Ed's. I-I'm just still feeling a little rough. I appreciate the offer though... I love you." His face softened at my apology but I could still see the twinge of hurt in his eyes,
"I love you too, princess. Have a good day and I'll pick you up later." He pulled me into his chest and softly kissed the top my head as he held me tightly, finally kissing my lips before I got out of the car. I smiled and waved at him as I walked toward the store, he smiled back but it didn't seem as genuine as I wanted, more like he was just trying to pacify me at the time. I watched from the doorway as he backed out of the parking space and headed home with the kids, lingering in the parking lot before finally pulling away.

With it being a Saturday, it was me, Robin and Steve on shift together again and I could feel the atmosphere change since I spoke to Steve, Robin was loving the new vibe at work too - I did have to make her swear not to bring up her discovery around Eddie or Steve. She knew I hadn't told Eddie yet and I told her I wanted to surprise him with it later, she knew Steve knew but she was under the impression it was purely so he could lighten my workload a little. "Hey, Y/N- Jeez, you don't look so good!" Always the most welcome greeter, was Robin... had a real knack for making people feel better when they needed it.
"I feel like absolute trash, Buckley. Thank you for noticing!" I chuckled but the laughter made my head radiate with pain, that stabbing sensation below my ribs made my breath catch in my lungs, it didn't go unnoticed by Steve who came rushing from the back of the store to my side.
"W-what's wrong? Are you okay? Is it-" he held onto my shoulders he looked into my eyes, scanning for any signs of something wrong.
"I'm fine, Steve. Stop fussing. I've just got a bit of a headache but I've had aspirin and I'm here to work."