It all started way back when. The losers had done it, and had finally defeated It. They spent that entire summer celebrating their success. And every time they did, Richie couldn't stop the feelings in his gut every time Eddie was near him. It drove him nearly insane.
By senior year of high school, he had bitten the bullet and asked Eddie out to prom. And to his disbelief, Eddie said yes! He had no idea if he were dreaming, fell victim to the dead lights, or both. Richie didn't even care. He said yes!
From then on, they were together. They dated all throughout college, despite being across the country from one another, and got married a year after graduating in the accepting chaotic environment of Los Angeles. They found a studio apartment that fit their lifestyles, and nursed their careers further towards success.
But as fate had it, both of their careers had taken them to the bustling and bright city of New York. Richie gained fame and success as a comedian, while Eddie managed to find a well known hospital and start his career as a nurse. Who knew someone so terrified of germs and disease would work in such a ridden place. It always made Richie tease, and Eddy roll his eyes.
Now, in their mid thirties, they felt ready for the next big step in their life. Parenthood.
At first neither wanted it. Eddy never wanted to wind up like his mother, putting irrational fears in their little head and smothering them to the breaking point. Richie was simply terrified. What is he didn't do well? What if he royally fucked the kid up? What if they got bullied, or drew the short straw with genetics?
But by the time they reached 33, seeing anything baby related made their hearts ache. So like so many years ago, they bit the bullet together.
A medical breakthrough had been announced just before they finally thought of kids. Men were able to conceive children. All the lab would need were blood tests to see, and from there gay couples have had children biologically.
They had practically killed themselves driving so fast. Richie went first, getting his blood drawn. He held Eddie's hand once it was his turn, his leg bouncing the entire time.
"It's here!" Eddie shouted, running through the house with an envelope in hand. The mail had just arrived, including their results. A single week felt like a damn decade.
"Then open it!" Richie shouted back. He had shot up from his desk, his coffee spilling everywhere. It missed his computer by a mere centimeter.
He watched as Eddie tore it open with anxious hands, biting the inside of his cheek. Richie walked up the the brunette. "What? What's it say?!"
Eddie's previously straight face broke out into a wide grin. He looks up at his husband before crashing their lips together. "We can have a baby!" He cries, smiling against Richie's chapped lips.
"Which one?" Richie's eyes watered as he smiled. He didn't care who, but he was so excited regardless.
"You," Eddie answers, smiling a watery smile. They could have a baby... ! Richie's eyes widened, before he screamed and lifted Eddie up, spinning them around. He didn't even listen as Eddie scolded to put him down 'you idiot!'
How could he? They can finally start a family. "Just think of the fun we'll have trying," Richie says, smiling. "Perv," Eddie all but scoffed as a response, smiling despite himself. "But I'm your perv," "Damn right you are."
