Everyone was in the basement and Eleven wanted to use the bathroom but instead ran into Nancy.
"Oh hi Eleven," but El's attention was devoted elsewhere and points at her stomach.
"Why is it so big?"
"Because I'm pregnant Eleven."
"Pregnant?" Eleven questions.
"Yeah, you know? Johnathan/Steve (pick one) and I are going to be parents. We're having a baby."
"Why?"
"Well, when people love each other so much they want to expand their family and bring another person into the world to share their love with them."
Eleven nods and turns back around completely forgetting the use of being upstairs in the first place.
- Later in the day -
Everyone was enjoying meatloaf in the basement for dinner while Eleven was still side-tracked. Sighing heavily she puts her cutlery down.
"Mike? When are we going to have a baby?"
Mike spits out his milk into Lucas's face as you choke on a piece of meatloaf. You cough endlessly while laughing along with Lucas, Dustin, and Max. Most of you were falling off your seats with tears streaming down your face.
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Finn Wolfhard Imagines
FanfictionJust some cute, tiny imagines on the it//st star. No sexual scenes cause c'mon he's like 10. Requests are open. Enjoy :)