Disclaimer: I do NOT own HoA

WARNING: LANGUAGE (?)

Patricia's POV

After last night's incident, Eddie has been keeping an eye on me. And I don't like it when people think they can look after me, because guess what? Yes, I'm also an adult now. So back off.

I decided that whilst the doofus was watching me under a microscope, it was best not to take them again. It'd be too risky. The bottle was by my bed, well hidden. As long as Eddie didn't do the cleaning-… wait, who're we kidding here? Eddie NEVER does anything to do with taking care of the house so… my hiding place was quite secure.

"Blabs, I'm heading out for a meeting… I'll be back in like… 3 hours, max. Alright? Love you." Eddie kissed my check as he walked out, dressed in a suit, briefcase in hand.

I laughed out loud at his appearance – who would have thought that Eddie Miller, yes, the 'cool dude' at school, the American, would be dressed in a suit one day?

I felt tired – the kids had made me stay awake literally through the entire night. But since they were napping right now, on the floor of my bedroom, I lay on the bed and slowly drifted off into a slow, yet calming sleep.

Eddie's POV

I came back home and called for Yacker – no reply… The first place that popped in my head was our bedroom – duh, doofus…

"Hey Yacker-" I stopped mid-sentence when I saw her sound asleep – poor her, she didn't sleep at all last night because… well we have 6 kids – think…

I walked round to the bed, and I saw Fabian lying there, on the floor, playing with one of his toys.

"Hello Fabes! How are you?" I cooed at the little infant, who instantly smiled at his daddy. "Whatcha playin' with there?" I shook his tiny hand, looking at his toy – some sort of roundish cylinder.

As I read the information that was stuck on the bottle, my eyes grew wide and my chin nearly hit the floor…

Shit…

Patricia's POV

I woke up to the smell of a delicious omelette – Eddie's speciality. I then felt a hand around my waist, pulling me towards them.

"Mmm," I groaned, stretching and yawning.

"Sleep well?" Eddie asked.

"Yea." My reply was short but meaningful.

"C'mon, lunch's ready," he said, nudging me gently to get off of the bed.

"Mmm… one more minute…" I blinked a few times, trying to get my eyes to work.

"I'll be in the kitchen," Eddie said softly, kissing my ear and heading out.

Eddie's POV

As I walked back to the kitchen, I felt a tear run down my cheek. Why was Patricia doing that to herself? Why?

I placed the bottle by the table along with her plate-full of an omelette.

I sat down at the table by my own plate, putting my hands together – a habit formed when I get nervous.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps get nearer and nearer to the kitchen.

"Smells like you, Weasel," she teased. I didn't laugh as I would have, however.

Patricia sat down by her plate and lifted her eyes to meet Eddie's. However, on the way, they stopped – her eyes had caught something far more interesting.

Her breathing got faster and faster and her palms got sweaty.

"Why?" Eddie said softly, tears in his eyes.

"…"

Patricia's POV

"I…" I failed to get Eddie an explanation.

"Patricia, please," he begged, tears rolling down his cheeks. He wiped them away, but they were only replaced by new ones.

"Eddie… I… I don't know…" I said softly, mainly to myself.

"Patricia, please, say something. Why? Why are you doing this to yourself?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know… I…" Patricia felt weak and nauseous.

We were sitting on our bed, I, on the left side and him, on the right.

"Do you know how dangerous those are?" Eddie asked.

"Of course I do…" I replied straight away. I didn't feel like fighting today, and I felt like I owed him an explanation.

"Not only you, but six other lives too, Patricia. Six lives…" Eddie just had to remind me.

"WELL I'M SORRY, ALRIGHT?" I suddenly lost it. "YOU'RE NOT THE ONE WHO HAS TO LOOK AT THEMSELVES EVERY DAY WHEN CHANGING, AND THINK 'GEE I'M SO FUCKING FAT'! YOU AREN'T THE ONE WHO CARRIED SIX BLODDY LIVING CREATURES INSIDE OF YOU FOR A GOOD SEVEN AND A HALF MONTHS! YOU AREN'T!" I broke down completely. Eddie just looked at me with terrified eyes – he probably thinks I'm suicidal now…

Eddie's POV

I held her against me, stroking her hair while she cried her eyes out. It wasn't easy for me to see her like this, hell no.

"Shh, shh, you'll be alright," was all I had been saying for the past 15 minutes.

I was just treated with more tears from my wife.

But on a more important note: those things are really addictive… What do I do? I was I going to do? It's not easy to stop them, dieting pills… it's really not…

What Do I Do?

A/N: SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING and sorry for the crappy chappy… sigh… I know it's not like Patty to cry her eyes out and all that, but she's in a fragile state right now…
For those of you who are confused: Fabian was playing with the pill bottle when Eddie found him. So yea, Patricia was taking diet pills – it's quite frequent actually, because women get baby fat even after the birth of the child/children…

What is Eddie gonna do, though? Thx for reading, more to come (:

PS: Suggestions are more than welcome xx

-He0524

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