Love Is Love/reddie fix it fic

is that drama i smell?

     Richie walked in. Eddie was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands wanting to disappear. Myra sat on the couch across the small room, and dead eyed him. Richie could feel her burning glare on him; she was furious but she needed answers. "Um, hello?" He spoke.

     "Eddie. Who is this?", Myra had this high pitch shrill in her voice, but she wasn't shouting. Eddie didn't dare look at her. Instead he looked up at Richie silently pleading for him to explain. Richie just gave an awkward, clueless expression in return.

     "Wait- You want me, to explain?", his eyes awkwardly shifted from Myra to his boyfriend. Eddie just silently clasped his hand to cover his mouth, nodded, and glanced at his wife hopelessly. He knew the rage she was boiling up.

     "I don't think we've properly met, you must be Eddie's wife." He stretched his hand for handshake trying to lighten the mood. She ignored it.

     "Yeah, I am."  Her voice was stern. "Now, you are you?"

     "How do I say this? Um, I am, the mistress.". He just wanted to add some levity to the situation. Which was definitely not the best thing to do at the moment. His slight smile faded quickly and the room grew silent.

     "What in the literally fuck?", Eddie said without skipping a beat. "That was the worst possible way to address this situation."

     "What do you mean?" Myra couldn't believe it. "You were off, cheating on me! And with a man!" Tears of anger were streaming down her face.

     "I should've said this sooner, but, um." He hesitated, "You know what. I'll just say it. I am gay. And him over there," he pointed at Richie's direction, "is my boyfriend.". Richard just stood there caught in the heavy atmosphere.

     "Then why the fuck did you marry me?" The silence that fallowed was very uncomfortable.

     "I felt pressured. I never came to terms with myself until now. And, well, Richie." He glanced over towards Richard for comfort. "He makes me happy."

     "So you don't love me?"

     The room grew silent. Edward didn't dare answer. He just made eye contact, she knew her answer.

     "It's better if I just leave." Eds stood up, and gave Myra a hug. He didn't hate her, but he couldn't just stay with her. Both Eds and Rich made their way towards the car.

     "So, are we taking the car or?", Richie said softly.

     "Yeah, it's my car, she has her own."

     "Alright. Pass the keys, I'm driving." Rich had nothing else to add.