When Richie passed out, everyone that was sober knew he wouldn't remember a thing when he woke up. The night had been filled with crying, eating chocolate ice cream with Bev, and raiding her liquor cabinet.
Although once Richie came to, he definitely remembered one thing. Why he didn't drink as often as he used to. The hangover. Dear God.
The male groans loudly, curling under the blankets to hide from the morning sun. Too bright. And he could feel his brain buzzing from his the inside of his skull. Just some quiet. That's all he needed... .
The peace didn't last long. His phone vibrated against the bedside table, disrupting the static buzzing in his brain as it traveled across the stained wood.
"Ugh... whyyyy..." Richie blindly searched for said phone, and brought it to his face once he had it in his hand.
What he didn't expect however, was to see that Eddie had blown his phone up with notifications.
Honey, talk to me when you wake up.
It's okay. I know why you feel that way, but you need to talk to me
Along with at least four missed calls. All circling around midnight. What the hell did I even say? Richie opened his phone, and tapped on the text notifications to respond.
His fingers hovered over the little keyboard. What was he supposed to say? He didn't even know what happened last night. Richie had no clue if he was screwing himself over, or the opposite.
'What all did I say last night?' Was his question. Almost immediately, he could see the little icon saying Eddie had read it. And a moment later, that he was typing a response.
'A lot' Came the first one. 'Do you remember anything from last night?'
'No' Was all Richie responded with.
After an extensive talk, Richie felt a swirl of emotions. Guilt was one of them. He shouldn't have gotten that plastered and then vented all of that out to Eddie. The male was anxious too. He didn't know how this would effect them.
"Do you still want a family?" Was Eddie's first question after. It made him stiff. And honestly, Richie didn't know how to respond.
"I think so," Was what he finally mustered. "But I... I can't keep dealing with that loss. I'm at my wit's end, Eds.." The brunette looks over at his husband from where he sat.
Eddie sighs, deep and sad from within his chest. "How about we try one more time? Just one more, and if it doesn't work out, we can call adoption agencies," He proposes. Eddie offers his husband a gentle smile.
They both messed up. Eddie jumped to conclusions, and Richie failed to communicate. Both were to blame.
The male wanted a family so badly. But seeing his husband like this; so broken. It shattered his heart all over again.
"Yeah... . I think I can deal with that," Richie answers. Half of the time those tests came back negative any way. So, realistically, he wasn't all that hopeful.
But he'd try his best. For Eddie. For their family.