Richie's baby boy

chapter three~

Eddie's POV

All Richie and Bev want to do is talk. We've been here for an hour and it's not stoping. Pay attention to Eddie guys he's cute, and lovable,... and hungry.

"Daddy I'm hungry" I tug at Richie's large orange sweater.

"Oh, right, I was just about to make some dinner then we could talk some more" Bev says almost making me groan. She gets up before we say anything and walks to the kitchen.

"I wanna bottle" I look up at daddy.

"You can't have one or you won't want to eat Beverly's food" He says, which is the truth.

I huff, first they don't give me attention then they don't give me what I want. Where does it end?

I put my arms around Richie's neck, with my head on his shoulder and try to take a nap but then he does something irritating, he rubs my back.
It's not soothing it just annoying, so I'm supper glad when he goes for stroking my hair and brushing it with his fingers instead.

I don't think he knows that I'm sleepy now and I don't think he wants me to go to sleep yet.

I can't help it I fall asleep to Richie's cigarette scent.

{I'm sorry this is awful and short, but I don't feel like writing anything while they're at Bev's apartment. If someone gives me a plot for that I will add it but if not I'm skipping to the last day there.}