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A series of emotions goes through you: Shock, happiness, fear, love, worry...they’re all there under your fast beating heart. You sit down in front of the bathtub fast, all the sounds outside fade away as you look down at the stick. Closing your eyes, you just breathe, trying to make sense of what’s going on. All of you were so careful, when...?
Your eyes pop open, oh god, you remember now. Fuck! What are the guys going to think? Holding your shoulder with one hand, cheek over it, you pull the stick back up with the other, checking it again. Positive. You cry, the future is so uncertain now, this wasn’t supposed to happen, you only had your 19th birthday last month.
You then hear Eddie and Steve laugh, butterflies go through your stomach and your hand goes from your shoulder slowly down your body to rest on it, rubbing there you smile through your tears. You want to be hopeful; the boys were everything to you, they would never hate you, or the situation...right? Fuck! Rubbing your stomach still, you rest your head against the glass of the bathtub door.
The three of you weren’t ready for or expecting this. Steve works with you at Family Video, still living at the house he grew up in, this house...although it is his now. Eddie had moved in with him after his trailer caught fire senior year, you don’t think Steve’s parents even noticed it happening 5 months ago, as they were never here. He has a job he loves, moving on from selling weed at school, he fixes cars and listens to music all day making Eddie happy. You were at their house basically every day, but you officially live with your dad still, saving up money. It’s not a perfect situation, but it could be worse.
You have to tell them right away; you can’t keep this a secret for long. You’re just scared though; everything is so new. Even though you’ve known Steve and Eddie basically your whole life, you all three were in the same grade since kindergarten. Went through everything together, the musketeers people called y’all.
They were there when your mom died at 8, they built you a tree house which looked sketchy as fuck by the way, just to see you smile again. They were there when you were sick at 12, your dad tried turning them away so they wouldn’t catch it, but they would sneak into your window, so your dad just told them to use the damned front door next time, please!
They were there when you go your first period at 13 where Tommy made fun of you in front of the whole class, Steve punched him and Eddie got you an extra pair of stretchy gym shorts from Robin. Steve got 3 days out of school suspension, but he told you, you were worth it.
16 is when it started slowly, each day each time you would see your boys, the feelings got bigger and bigger. You remember them being there every swim meet you had, cheering you on, and their faces at prom. Oh god prom, your heart flutters. Now you finally have them, they were finally yours, secretly. You didn’t know how to tell your dad or how he would take it. Or Wayne, or Steve’s parents which frankly they can just fuck off and go to hell. Or society in general! Some of your friends already knew, when you told them, they weren’t surprised, Dustin saying, “Well no shit Y/n...” Eddie scolded him.
Letting out a breath as your lips quiver, you have to be strong; you can do this. Getting up slowly you look at the mirror, wiping the tears as good as you can away. Your eyes are still red and puffy though, that can’t be helped. Straightening your shirt and skirt in place, clearing your throat. Ok, you can do this, you pep yourself up.
Turning and opening the door, you hear them talking down the hall. Cautiously you move down it to the lavish living room. You get nauseous again though, so you slow down and get a handle on the feeling. You can do this damnit. Breathe in, breathe out.
Finally walking into the room, Eddie is kissing Steve but notices you. “Y/n?” He looks you up and down trying to see why you look upset. Steve then looks behind him and stands up, “What’s wrong baby?” He holds his arm out for you, but you make a small noise and step back the slightest.
Steve face drops along with his arm, Eddie is bouncing his leg nervously, it makes your heart hurt, so you say, “Please Steve, can you sit down?” He puts his arms on his hips, going straight into “Mom” mode, “Y/n, what’s wrong, please talk to us.” His eyes are pleading, Eddie is just waiting, knowing you would crack soon. With a trembling hand you raise the stick and show them, “I..I th-think I’m p-pregnant.” A hysteric little laugh as you say it, tears going down your cheeks.