A/N: I said I'd do a Reddie one, I'm gonna do a fricken reddie one
Again I was talking to Mae about these HCs so thanks again my friend
"I cannot believe you got us kicked out of a fucking Little League game." Eddie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He and Richie were sat in the car, not too far from their childrens' middle school.
"I didn't mean to! I'm just...shit, what's the word?" Richie began, looking to Eddie when he had his brainfart.
"Enthusiastic?"
"That's the one. I was trying to be supportive!" Richie defended himself.
"Supportive isn't shouting "go on, Nathan! Kick his ass," at a childrens', hell, our childrens' baseball game!"
"You say that like you don't swear." Richie leaned back and folded his arms in a childish manner.
"I do swear! I never said I didn't! At least I don't swear like a fucking sailor, Richie! And anyway..." Eddie continued chewing Richie's ear off. At this point, Richie could just tune out of Eddie speaking to him. "Also, you didn't have to swear in that situation! It could've been "go Nathan, I love you," or "run, Nathan, run," but no, it just had to be... Richie? Are you listening to me?"
"I literally didn't hear half of that. APD, remember?" Richie had been diagnosed with Auditory Processing Disorder a few months ago, which basically meant he had trouble processing sounds when theres multiple going on around him.
The fact that Richie didn't hear Eddie had less to do with his APD than his beard hairs.
Eddie didn't need to know that though.
"Right, okay, I'm sorry." Eddie sighed, leaning over to kiss his cheek as if to prove his point. "I'm going to get the kids. Wait here, you've done enough damage." Eddie chuckled. His tone was playful now, so Richie could laugh along.
Within a couple of minutes, Eddie was back with their two children.
Nathan was the oldest. He was thirteen and 'the best damn batsman that school has ever seen', according to Richie. He was blonde with brown eyes and fairly tall for his age. He wasn't much shorter than Eddie, actually.
Lillian was the youngest. She was eleven years old and played the trumpet for the school band. She looked different from Nathan, but that's because they were only half siblings. Lillian had brown hair and green eyes and was quite short.
"Pops! People were laughing at us 'cause you got sent away for swearing!" The eldest whined. Richie was sure he felt his heart sink to his feet.
"I'm sorry, kids. I promise it'll never happen again." He sighed, starting up the car. "We'll go home and get some rest and we'll have a lazy day tomorrow. How's that sound?" He asked, turning around. Nathan smiled and nodded. Lillian faced the window and hugged her trumpet case close to her chest. Eddie frowned and Richie's eyes notably softened. "What's up, Lills?" Richie didn't get a response, just a small "tell you later."
They were home in around fifteen minutes. Richie stopped the car and got out first. The rest of the family were soon behind him as he unlocked the front door and let everyone in. Nathan rushed upstairs and put his baseball gear in his room whereas Lillian threw her arms around Richie. The poor girl sniffled and sobbed quietly into her adoptive father's shirt.
"Hey, hey... Its okay, Lills. What's up, sweetheart?" He asked softly, crouching down to her height.
"Everyone was saying I'm no good at the trumpet! I started too late, Pops. I want to quit." Lillian sniffled, her voice muffled from speaking into Richie's shoulder.
