MAN I WAS ABOUT TO BE LIKE "I KNOW DAMN FUCKING WELL IT HASN'T BEEN AN ENTIRE YEAR SINCE I LAST UPDATED THIS" BUT DAMMIT...

I guess it has.

Cause I deleted the last chapter.

Cause it was ass and made no sense and my life is

Stressful.

ANYWAYS Let's ignore that last chapter as if it never existed cause I'm rewriting the whole uncle thing so

Yeah I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Most of it was the beginning of the one I deleted, but there's new content at the bottom!

I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas! 3


For the next few hours, that's what they did. Richie chose movies to watch and they crammed all seven of themselves onto his double bed. Eventually, Maggie and Went had a few things they needed to do, plus they had to get Richie's prescriptions from the pharmacy, so they were gone for most of the afternoon so they blared Richie's TV as loud as they wanted. Richie was kind of getting bored watching the movies, so he simply picked up his phone and posted a story of his forehead with the words, "Q&A in about ten minutes? Videos and ALL bitches" with a glasses emoji. About a minute or so after he posted it, Bill paused the movie and looked at Richie.

"What?"

"You're gonna do a Q and A?" he asked.

"How the fuck did you know that?" Richie squeaked.

"I turned on notifications for your account," he replied instantly.

"Yeah same." Ben agreed, and the others nodded in agreement.

"Okay then. Um, yeah, I'm kinda bored." he told them, and Stan snorted. "And I haven't really been active on the account in a while, even before what happened, so… I'ma give my fans a treat, I guess."

"I'd hardly say your face is a treat." Stan deadpanned and Richie snickered.

"Well, I don't think anyone's actually seen my entire face." he said. "Because I was hiding my identity."

"Hell, Rich, if anyone from school follows you I know damn well they know who you are just by the way you type. Your regular Instagram and this one is very similar." Mike chuckled.

"Cut me some slack, man, I tried capitalizing my "I's" and using somewhat proper grammar but… I'm lazy."

"Oh I saw. I looked at your first three posts."

"Mikey… babe. Did you stalk me?" Richie asked, cocking an eyebrow and giving Mike a shit eating grin. Mike laughed.

"I'm pretty sure we all stalked your page, dude." Ben said.

"Ben cried reading some of your captions." Eddie said and Ben smacked his arm.

"Shut up! Like you didn't!"

"I mean yeah like that one made me teary eyed but you straight up bawled your eyes out reading all of them." Eddie retorted, he couldn't help but glances at the recovering teen, knowing that he was the "E" that Richie spoke about in his posts.

"Yeah there were some depressing captions now that I think about it." Richie snickered. "Ah well. For the time being I think the depressing captions are over with, so… yeah. Anyways." Richie stretched a little bit and scrunched up his nose.

"You okay?" Ben asked immediately. Richie nodded and waved him off.

"Perfectly peachy, Benjamin." he replied. "If you guys ever have staples holding your shit inside and try to stretch, just know that it feels incredibly weird." he nodded once to emphasize. They stared at him for a moment and then he held his arms out. "Someone help me sit up."

With a snort, Mike stood and grabbed Richie's hands and pulled him into a sitting position- pulling mostly on his good arm rather than both, for obvious reasons.

"Eds, did ma say whether or not I needed to uncover this?" he asked, looking at Eddie, who nearly fell off the bed.

"Fuck, yeah she said to do that for a couple hours and to just be careful." he said.

Mike helped Richie get situated comfortably on top of a bunch of pillows so he was mostly sitting up, and Eddie gently pulled the bandage up and off, revealing the incision.

"Holy shit." Bev let out a little gasp. "That's fucking- what the hell."

"Ewww." Richie scrunched his nose again and looked up at Mike, who was standing next to the bed, and Mike couldn't help but bust out laughing at the face. "But boy does it feel good. The air is like, cold and stuff. Like you know how it feels to get a scratch on your leg and you take the bandaid off after having it a while? Like that but everywhere." he moved his hand over the area he was talking about.

"Hey Rich, has your chest always been that bare or did they shave you for surgery?" Stan asked, smirking at him.

"Lookie here, motherfucker." Richie pointed a finger at him. "Me and my seven chest hairs are perfectly fine with our relationship and don't need you judging us!"

"Oh my God, you are so weird." Bev cackled and the rest of the group joined in on the laughter.

Once they all calmed down, Richie made a trip to the bathroom and when he was settled again, started looking at questions. The first one he went with was "Did you actually almost die or are you fucking with us?"

He covered himself from the chest down and hit the record button on the Instagram camera, and said, "Mm hm, I totally almost died. Like, deadass died on the table twice." his friends looked at him, surprised that he knew. "I called this redneck bully a dumbass or some shit and the mother fucker decided to end my life." he said, matter of factly. He posted the video and went on to the next question.

"Why yes, trashmouth fanpage one, this is my real face. I am this hot in real life." Richie grinned at the camera. "I'm gonna follow you." he posted the video and followed the page.

"I know damn well they didn't call you hot." Stan rolled his eyes.

"Proof." Richie replied, showing him the question. Is that ur real face? Cause ur hot af.

"But you don't always look like this- your face is still swollen." Mike told him.

"Oh shit, true." he hit the record button. "Correction, I'm hotter than this- my friend Mikey here just reminded me that my face is swollen as fuck so yee." he posted the video. Mike snorted. "Ooh, the next one is asking about you guys and what you look like. Y'all cool with being on camera?" he asked. They looked at each other and shrugged. "Cool!" he grinned and fumbled with his phone for a second, and then pointed it at Beverly.

"This, my fabulous friends, is Beverly, known to you guys as Red! Everyone normally just calls her Bev. She's gonna be my literal sister soon." Bev gave a peace sign and waved. He posted the video and went on to Mike. He recorded Eddie last. "Last but not least, this is Eddie, known to you guys as E. Yes, that E." Richie flipped the camera back to himself, made a face, and flipped it back to Eddie, who flipped him off but waved.

Richie answered a few questions, even letting everyone else take turns answering for him. Soon, he ended it, because Went and Maggie arrived with dinner for everyone. Richie said his goodbyes on Instagram, and the group of seven went downstairs, Eddie carefully helping Richie.

They'd gotten pizza, but got Richie more mac and cheese and mashed potatoes with gravy, because for the next two weeks he had to continue with soft foods.

"We've got you ice cream to sort of make up for not being able to eat solids." Maggie told him, walking over with his food and a drink. He was seated on the couch, Eddie and Bev on either side of him, Ben sitting next to Bev, and Mike, Stan and Bill squeezed on the loveseat.

"After you eat you gotta take your meds." Maggie told her son, sitting in one of the arm chairs and putting her drink on the coffee table. He scrunched his face up.

"Do I have to?" he asked.

"You may not be hurting now but I'm sure you will if you don't take anything." she told him. He made a fart noise but nodded.

"You big baby, you just don't wanna take pills." Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Look, master pill taker, I do not like the taste of them."

"Then don't taste them?" Bev made a face at him.

"You literally have to, Bev. You put them on your tongue!" he retorted, pointing his spoon at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and took a bite of her pizza.

"You make Eddie sound like a total pill head, by the way." Stan took a sip of his diet coke.

"Well that's not what I meant." Richie grumbled, sticking an overflowing spoon of mashed potatoes in his mouth. Stan snickered.

"Stan's over there like 'tea'." Bev whispered to Ben, who laughed quietly.

"What we whispering about?" Mike leaned close to Ben.

"Stan's sass." Ben whispered to him. Mike snorted and nodded.

When Richie finished his food, Maggie nearly had to force the pain medication down his throat.


Sunday, December 31, 2017

"Richie I am going to beat your ass." Maggie huffed, hands on her hips.

"What?" he asked, standing in the middle of the living room, holding a ball.

"You just got out of the hospital two days ago." she deadpanned.

"Yes."

"And you are up, walking around too much, suspiciously holding a ball."

"I'd like to have two balls."

"What do you think you are gonna do with - Richard Wentworth Tozier!" she gasped. Bev cackled from the other side of the room, where she was standing, waiting for Richie to throw the ball. Richie grinned and tossed the ball to Bev.

"I guess we've gotta stop. Ma's gonna be a party pooper."

"I'd rather not spend New Years at the hospital again, Richard." she said sternly. "Because if you keep going like this you're gonna hurt yourself."

"I'm fine though, ma! It doesn't even bother me!"

"Says the one who is slouching ten times more than usual." Eddie said, walking down the stairs. Richie flipped him off. Richie huffed and sat down carefully, hitting the couch cushions with his fists.

"You guys are no fun." he grumbled.

"You are stressing your pregnant mother." Maggie retorted.

"Sorry ma." he grumbled. Bev sat next to him and started twirling his curls around her fingers. Maggie rolled her eyes and walked back into the kitchen, and Eddie followed behind.

Richie's first two nights back at home weren't very… fun, to say the least. He was restless, even in his comfortable bed. He was hurting a lot more than expected but was doing an actual decent job at hiding it. The medication helped some, but it messed with his head and his emotions were out of whack from the trauma, as one of the nurses said. Today, however, he woke up feeling some better. He didn't know if it was just gonna be a good day, it was New Years Eve and he looked forward to the fireworks, or both.

Eddie thankfully hadn't heard anything from his mom, and Wentworth wasn't talking about anything either, so apparently… he was handling it, like he said he would.

"Do you think the baby is gonna be a boy or girl?" Bev asked.

"I have no idea. But probably another boy that's gonna be a bigger pain in the ass than I was." Bev snorted.

"Whatever. No one can be a bigger pain than you." she joked. He flipped her off.

"I don't know though. I don't really care if it's a boy or girl, as long as it's healthy and shit. You know, the cheesy shit people say that's still true." she laughed again and nodded.

"I honestly hope it's a girl, cause me and your mom are being overrun by boys."

"Ain't that the truth!" Maggie called from the kitchen.

"Rude!" Richie yelled, or well, he tried to. He still couldn't get very loud because his diaphragm said no. "I almost died and you are being so mean to me."

"But you didn't die." Bev said. "And you're pretty much my brother at this point. It's my job to be mean to you."

"You suck."

"So do you apparently."

Richie choked, and almost lost a few staples.


"Speaking of the baby being a boy or girl," Maggie said as the current household of five sat in the living room, eating dinner. "We have an appointment on Wednesday for a checkup and we can find out the gender if we want to."

"If you want to? You don't want to?" Richie asked.

"I would have to know, honestly." Eddie said. "My personality would need to know so I could be prepared." Went couldn't help but snort into his hand, almost choking on his food.

"We haven't really talked about it, yet. I want to know, but your dad didn't want to know when I was pregnant with you." Maggie explained. "So I figured he wouldn't want to know this time either."

"I don't really care, if you want to know we can." he said. "Eddie's right, we can prepare better if we know."

"Well that's settled, then." Maggie grinned. "I'm one hundred percent sure that it's a girl."

"You said that last time!" Went exclaimed. "And we had Richie. You were incorrect." The three teens watched the couple go back and forth in amusement.

"Yeah, well, I was young then! I know more now than I did then."

"You mean the internet?" Went replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I'ma stab you with my fork." she told him, pointing it at him. "But yes, the internet is helpful. Apparently, having a lot of heartburn means the baby is gonna have a lot of hair, and I had it bad with Richie. And he had an ungodly amount of hair, so it's not completely untrue."

"I thought I was bald?" Richie asked. Bed snorted. "Shut up."

"Well, when you were born you had a lot of hair, and then it all… fell out, pretty quickly. Your hair was as straight as Bill's when you were a newborn, but when it grew back? Now that was an ungodly amount of hair." Went told him. "It was also kinda blonde, so in your baby pictures you can't tell that well."

"I was born blonde?" Richie asked. His parents nodded. "What in the hell."

"Imagine Richie as a blonde." Bev told Eddie, who laughed.

"God, I know. It would be weird."

"You two suck."

"I'll repeat my words from earlier, Richard." Bev deadpanned and Richie spit his drink back into the cup, a few drops landing on his glasses.

"I hate all of you."

"Anyways," Maggie laughed, "Your dad was a dirty blonde when he was young, and it got darker as he got older." she told the teens.

"Oh yeah that's true, I guess." Eddie said. "I think I was the same way, but I wasn't so blonde I looked bald."

"Shut your face." Richie threw his bald up napkin at him. It landed next to Eddie, and he picked it up and threw it back, hitting Richie right in the forehead. "I don't understand how you do that."

"Me neither, but I get you every time."