The male moans loudly, burying his face into the mattress. They had been trying for months now. Poor Richie was lucky if he could feel his legs some days. He pants heavily, collapsing onto the bed after his husband finished.

"God damn..." Richie pants out. The male swallows to soothe his throat, limbs shaking against his will.

Eddie plopped down alongside him, pulling Richie close. "You okay?" He asks, breathless.

"I think you killed me.." Richie answers. He rests his head over his chest, closing his eyes. The male was beyond hopeful. A baby... . Their baby... . He was curious as to who they'd look like. They might get his own wild curls, and Eddie's deep, rich brown eyes and the dimples creasing his cheeks with every smile.


Richie gags loudly, hurling not a moment later into the porcelain bowl. It had been going on for weeks.

Eddie had left for the tests. Those plastic sticks that every couple uses to see whether or not their family has a visitor on the way. He blinks. Richie was almost certain he heard the front door, but he couldn't quite tell.

Eddie frowns, walking into their bathroom. It broke his heart seeing Richie so sick. "Hun..." He says gently, coming and kneeling next to his husband.

"..shu'up.." Richie slurs. His head pounded, his stomach swirled. It was god awful. It only made Eddie rub his back and told his hair out of the way.

"Just finish up, and we'll take the tests," He says gently.


Richie stared down at the four plastic sticks on the counter, his hands supporting them as he leaned forward. All four had those two bright lines. There wasn't any questioning it.

He walks out of the bathroom to see Eddie standing by the bed anxiously. "Rich...?" Eddie asks.

He broke into a grin, getting tackled by his shorter husband. "Really?!" Eddie squealed.

Richie laughs, smiling. "Im pregnant," He declares.