Eddie Munson Fanfiction: My Freak

Chapter Twelve: In My Arms: Jesse's Point of View

Word Count (including this part)-967

A few years have passed. Lily is six years old now. The triplets are three years old now. Eddie and I just got done with a long battle against demon bats in the Upside Down. He was hurt pretty bad and laying in my arms.

Blood was all over his mouth. He looks up at me, trying to smile. I could tell he was dying. I smile a little at him. He smiles back as his nose bleeds a little. I wipe away the blood and kiss his nose softly.

Raven, James, and Rosalie also have powers like Lily and I. Raven can kill someone with one angry look. James can use mind control to tell people to end their lives. Rosalie can kill someone with a single scream.

"Did I run away this time?" he asks.

"Shh. Shh. No, hun. You did not run away this time," I say, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Hey. Do not cry, baby. I had a wonderful life with you and our kids. I am dying happy and in your arms. I am dying with you," he says.

"I am going to miss you so much. What will I tell the kids?" I say, starting to cry.

"I am going to miss you so much too. And tell them the truth. Please. For me," he says.

"As you wish," I cry.

A tear falls down on his nose. He smiles a little at me. I move a strand of hair out of his eyes. I wanted to see his cute face as he dies in my arms.

"I love you, Jesse Munson," he says.

"I love you too, Eddie Munson," I cry.

"Please take good care of yourself and our kids. For my sake," he says.

"I will. I promise," I sob.

"Can I have one last kiss?" he asks.

"Of course, babe," I sob.

I lean my head down and gently kiss his lips. He gently kisses me back.

"Promise me one last thing," he says, weakly.

"Of course. Anything," I sob.

"Try to move on the best you can. Find a good father figure for our children," he says, weakly.

"I will. I promise," I sob.

"Thank you," he says, weakly.

I kiss him in response. He kisses me back and takes his last breath. He dies in my arms. I scream in agony. The love of my life was gone. Forever. Jane runs over.

"Is he gone?" Jane asks, gently.

I nod as I sob. I grab Eddie's Hellfire Club shirt. As a memory. A token.

"I am so sorry for your loss. He was a great man," Jane says.

"I never got to tell him I was pregnant with our final child," I sob.

It was true. I had found out I was pregnant this morning and I was going to tell him if we both survived the battle. As a victory. I wanted to tell him during the battle but it was not the right time.

"Oh, god. Do you need a hug?" Jane asks.

"No. I need Eddie back. I need his hugs. His kisses. His cuddles. His voice," I sob.

"I understand. I am here if you need anything," Jane says.

I nod in response.

"I will never ever forget you, Eddie Munson," I sob.

"Mommy?" Lily asks, running over with James, Raven, and Rosalie.

"Is Daddy dead?" Rosalie asks.

"Yes, kids. He died a hero. He died saving Hawkins. He died saving us," I sob.

"What did he die from?" Raven asks.

"Demon bats," I sob, wiping my tears.

"I will miss him," James says.

"We all will," Lily says.

The five of us hug and go back to the real world. Eddie's body came with us. I put a white sheet over his body. Joyce runs over and hugs me tight. I hug her back.

"Jane told me everything. I am so sorry," Joyce says.

"I miss him so much already," I say.

"I know. How about I watch the kids for a few days so you can process this alone?" Joyce says.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes. Of course," Joyce says.

"Thank you so much. I owe you big time," I say.

"Nah. It is my pleasure. And I love your kids. They remind me of Jonathan and Will when they were younger," Joyce says, laughing.

I also laugh. Joyce goes over to the four kids. I go back to mine and Eddie's cabin. I sit down on our bed and start crying over his shirt.

I miss everything about him. His hugs. His kisses. His cuddles. His voice. His laugh. His ability to calm me down when I am upset, anxious, nervous, or scared. His cooking. His baking.

His body sleeping next to me at night. His guitar playing. His singing. His sense of humor. Especially his dad jokes. His smile. His wits and smarts. His caring nature. His silly faces.

His long and soft fluffy hair. His video gaming skills. His parenting skills and techniques. His respectfulness towards anyone and everyone. His taste in music.

His taste in horror movies. His flirting even if it was terrible (I know he tried his best though and I found it cute).

He also made sex a lot of fun. And our dates. I will never forget all the good and fun times we had. The thing I miss the most is his smell. He had the best cologne. A nice pine wood smell. It reminded me of the forest.

"I wish I could see you again. And tell you how much I love you," I sob.

A/N:

Do not worry! This is not the end...or is it? Read to find out! I was sad writing this lol. Hope you guys enjoy!