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

FIFTEEN ~ Hold On

A surprisingly warm March morning for Hawkins brings a soft but golden light across the skies, the clouds have that beautiful hazy coverage that give a fluffy quilted appearance to the skies above. The streets are shockingly peaceful for a Saturday morning in Hawkins, no ruckus of kids screaming and shouting from the neighbouring yards or out front in the streets. The moment I woke up I prayed to god that my house would be even half as peaceful, instead I've a billion things to do today and only a finite amount of time to do them in before I have to be at the church to watch Jason's and Chrissy's bundle of joy be christened and I take my place as his godmother. Jason was so excited when he asked me to be godmother to little Benjamin and Eddie was honoured to be asked to step in as godfather now that we were back together. The kids were obsessed with their new cousin and wanted to be around him all the time, Arwen and Ronnie even went as far as asking for their own baby but Eddie could see how uncomfortable I still was at the prospect of having another one after everything with baby Munson.

Curlers still tightly coiled in my hair as I wipe the butter from my fingers into the soft fabric of my bathrobe before placing Ronnie's plate of toast in front of him at the table, "Eat up little man. Then it's time to get dressed!" I chirped, returning to plating up toast for Arwen and Eddie, and cutting JJ's into finger slices. I wanted to be a little more inventive with breakfast, but there was zero time and Jason and Chrissy were hosting a small get together with food after the christening; the Carvers (and Munsons) and the Cunningham's, - as well as some of their closest friends - so I didn't want them filling up on breakfast. The kids tore into their toast and guzzled down their juices as the kitchen fell to a near silence, with the exception of chewing and slurping - it was heavenly. "Eddie! Breakfast!" I called out as I poured us both a cup of coffee,
"Hold on to your rollers princess, I'm right here!" he chuckled but stopped in his tracks when he watched my body wobble as though I was about to drop to the ground. "Woahh, you okay?" his hands gripped to my waist, keeping me on my feet.
"Ohh, sorry. Got a little light headed there, too much rushing around maybe." I felt the nauseating knot in my stomach as the room continued spinning around me, "Can you sit with the kids? I think I need to sit down for a sec." He nodded and watched with sorrowful eyes as I shuffled into the hall toward the stairs.

I sat at the vanity with my makeup laid out in front of me, slowly picking up each piece and applying it to my face until I'd crafted a half decent look. I started untangling the curlers from my hair and watched as each newfound curl dropped to my shoulders - now I really did look like a Munson. Nothing in my closet really said 'blessed godmother' so I ended up electing for the same blue and white dress and white low tops I wore under my graduation gown almost a decade ago. It was simple and classy, albeit a little more tight fitting than before but that's the price I pay for having kids I guess. It wasn't too spectacular but it was something that made me feel comfortable and beautiful - a little like Eddie if he were an outfit. "Wow... excuse me, Miss Carver? Don't suppose you have a date to the grad party already, do you?" I rolled my eyes at his charming yet cheesy attempt to flatter me, he looked very handsome in his button up, blazer and black jeans. Strikingly similar to his graduation outfit too, but a little more upmarket thanks to his rockstar income.
"Why freak? We're you thinking of asking me?" I coyly giggled as I folded my arms across my chest, he clutched his hands over the centre of his chest and stumbled backwards with a groan as though he was wounded by the nickname.
"Ouch, Princess! That was a cheap shot." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest, I breathed deeply on the scent of his body that I normally loved more than anything but felt my stomach knot as I inhaled the suddenly overpowering aroma of his cologne.

Feeling my toast about to make its second coming, I excused myself and asked Eddie to get the kids ready to leave in 10 minutes while I brush my teeth when in actuality the toast and coffee were both clawing their way up my throat and I needed to get to the bathroom, fast. I barely made it in time as I slammed the wooden door behind me and collapsed onto my knees in front of the toilet bowl, clutching its rim in my arms as my breakfast rapidly vacated my body. "Oh, god." I groaned as my entire body crumbled around the toilet rim, I felt exhausted and weak and the sweat began to pour from my brow.
"Princess? Everything okay?" Eddie tapped lightly on the door, bringing my retching and heaving to a sudden halt,
"Y-yeah. Be right out!" I flushed the toilet and stood in front of the mirror as I brushed my teeth and washed my hands. My stomach immediately felt a little better but I was now drained of all energy and had to face a church full of my family members which was less than ideal. After brushing down my dress and tussling my hair I opened the door and headed downstairs to find my fiancé and my kids all lined up and patiently waiting in the hall, ready to leave on time for once.