pregeddie week.
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Eddie’s got a half-full grocery bag in his hand and a panicked look in his eye.
“H-How was the store?” Buck asks, like a totally normal, not prying guy.
Eddie looks at him for a long second before succinctly saying, “Pregnant.”
Buck blinks. Once. Twice. “What?”
“What?” Eddie repeats back. Which is crazy. Because Eddie is the one saying and doing crazy shit. Buck has done nothing that needs questioning.
“W-What did you say?” Buck expands, leaning forward in his chair.
The reusable shopping bag is placed onto the dining table where the beautiful breakfast spread had once been, and then Eddie lifts the bottom of it, letting the contents spill out over the table. The contents are several little sandwich bags with eight completed pregnancy tests inside them.
OR day 2 of Pregnant Eddie Week: Side Effects
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- Part 1 of pregeddie week.
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“Missed this,” Buck whispers, quiet and private. “D-Don’t mind if you need space, or you don’t want it, but fuck, Eddie. Love getting to have you like this. Love your body. Love being inside you.”
It’s exactly what Eddie needs to hear. He pushes his hips back, forcing Buck’s finger deeper until the second knuckle slips in, his body accommodating the stretch easily. Slick smears over Buck’s finger, dripping freely now.
“Do you want to?” Eddie murmurs, maybe a little too low for Buck’s ears to catch.
Buck hums in question. “What?” He presses his finger in fully, pumping it in and out, unhurried.
Eddie pulls his face from Buck’s neck, cheeks flushed with warmth, and slides a hand along the side of Buck’s throat, cradling it softly. “Do you wanna be inside me?”
OR day 3 of Pregnant Eddie Week: body worship
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- Part 2 of pregeddie week.
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The gesture is so sweet. Eddie looks so happy. Buck wants to capture this moment forever, the snack aside, and keep it alongside the dozens and dozens of piling memories of happy, pregnant Eddie that he’s collected in the last few months. Some days are harder, heavier, especially when dysphoria creeps in, but there are so many good ones. Things are just so good.
“You wanna try?” Eddie asks.
No, no, no, fuck no, not really, I don’t even like pickles that much. I only eat the ones off your burger because you don’t normally like them, he thinks.
But what he actually says — because he’s whipped, in love, and their baby is growing inside Eddie's stomach — is, “Yeah, um… of course.”
OR day 4 of Pregnant Eddie Week: Cravings
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- Part 3 of pregeddie week.
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“Doc said to let you know that your blood results all look good, but we’re still waiting on word for your shoulder, but we don’t think it’s a break,” she tells him, and he breathes a sigh of relief. She flips to the next page. “And I know you’re probably more worried about it than you’re letting on, but don’t worry. Your baby is fine. Pup is in tip-top shape.”
Eddie’s entire world comes to a halt.
“Sorry, what?”
Her hands pause on the forms, eyes drifting upward, almost comically slow to meet his. “Which part are you confused about?” She asks, tentatively.
Jesus Christ. His entire body suddenly feels aflame, the aching pains long forgotten, the scrapes all along the side of his face no longer even stinging. He sits up far too quickly, glancing down at where they’d drawn the blood from him before looking back over at her.
“Pup?”
Her face goes pale. “Oh.”
“Pup?” He repeats, voice pitching higher.
Or day 6 of Pregnant Eddie Week: Miscarriage scare
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- Part 4 of pregeddie week.