Chapter Two
(This was supposed to be one chapter but I split it up into two so it wouldn’t be so long. Oops😅 Hope you like chapter three too))
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Steve met Eddie when he was fifteen years old. It was his freshman year before all of the King Steve bullshit and madness. He was a freshman, invisible, blending into the wall and the lockers behind him, completely ignored by the students around him trampling each other, he went unseen by everyone besides this sophomore. This sophomore with eyes that made Steve’s heart stutter in his chest, who tripped over Steve’s shoes and steadied himself with a laugh and flashed him a smile, a beautiful smile, a blinding beautiful smile that would be in Steve’s dreams for years to come. And then Eddie, Eddie leaned in and with his lips barely brushing Steve’s ear, whispered “Easy there big boy.”
And ever since that moment in the hallway, Eddie consumed his thoughts, all of them, for the better portion of his freshman year, even after he met Tommy, and Tommy told him all about Eddie Munson, son of the murderer, the devil worshiper, the town freak. But Steve, he didn’t care.
Eddie was beautiful, he was beautiful and while he may have had a different style than most of Hawkins, but most of Hawkins was boring anyway. Not Eddie, he was exciting and amazing. He was completely and utterly him, everything Steve wasn’t.
Then King Steve happened, and Tommy and Carol terrorized Eddie and his friends, and Steve just sat there and watched. He watched as Eddie began glaring at him whenever he saw him, his eyes, his beautiful big brown doey eyes, slowly filling up contempt and hatred. Steve could feel his glare from across the lunchroom, and it broke his heart.
And suddenly Eddie failed his senior year, and was repeating it with Steve. Perhaps now was the time Steve could fix everything, make Eddie not hate him, but no. Eddie failed again, and Steve went on to graduate, seemingly solidifying Eddie’s hatred for him.
Until Steve’s parents died, and Eddie Munson showed up on his front porch.
“I heard about your folks,” Eddie had said, as Steve stared dumbly at him. “And I um I’m sorry.”
Steve nodded and then, biting his lip before chickening out, blurts out
“I’m sorry for my friends,” Steve glanced at his shoes. “And I’m sorry for sitting there and letting them be dicks.”
Eddie smiled then, a small smile but a smile all the same.
“Ah it’s all in the past, Stevie. It’s alright big boy.”
About two months later they were dating.
He wasn’t sure who brought up the idea of marriage first, either him or Eddie, although there’s a great possibility of it being Uncle Wayne, but within days of the idea being brought up, Steve had a ring.
And because Steve could never catch a break, the moment he decides to propose, Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin gets discovered and signed. And that’s great, really, because if anyone deserved it, it was Eddie and his guys, they all worked so hard, and were all super talented. But Steve would be lying if he had said the idea hadn’t gave him some anxiety, if he didn’t feel the big lump of dread in the pit of his stomach at the thought of Eddie leaving, and those feelings lead to him almost crying out as he helped Eddie pack.
“Let’s get married,” Steve interrupted Eddie’s ramblings of Seattle.
“I-what-Stevie?”
“Let’s get married,” Steve said, again glancing up from where he was putting Eddie’s folded underwear in the suitcase. “Let’s go to the courthouse and get married. Before you leave.”
Eddie had stared at him, gaping, for so long that Steve was sure he was about to tell him he was crazy, that he was acting irrational, that there was no way in the world that beautiful rockstar Eddie Munson would marry broken horrible Steve Harrington.
“Alright,” Eddie said, with a slight laugh, surprising him. “Alright Stevie let’s go get married.”
And so they did, Wayne as their witness. They got married at Hawkins court house, in humid hot stale air because the air conditioner was broken, Eddie slipping on his finger a ring he hastily made from paper clips. That’s how they became the Munson-Harrington’s and Steve wouldn’t have it any other way.
A year later, Steve and Eddie started the process of having a child. They were using this brand new procedure where you could genetically modify a sperm cell to include both of their DNA. They were unbelievably lucky, their surrogate got pregnant on the first try, and within nine months, they held their little girl in arms, with a hair full of black hair just like Eddie and quite possibly Steve’s nose.
“She’s going to have your eyes,” Steve had murmured, his fingers lightly tracing her face. “And by the looks of it, your untamable mop of hair too.”
“Hey,” Eddie laughed. “Leave my hair alone. You love it.”
“I do, but besides the point.” Steve teases back, before they lapsed into comfortable silence.
“We don’t have a name picked out you know,” Eddie had said after a moment.
“No, you’re right, I suppose we don’t.”
“I was looking at a book of unique names, because it’s our kid and they deserve a pretty metal name.”
“Uh-huh?”
“Yeah and anyway I liked Evianna for the girl.”
“Evianna?”
“Yeah Evianna. We could call her Evi for short, you know? Just thought it was pretty metal.”
“Evianna. Evi. I like it,” Steve smiled. “It suits her.”
“Yeah but we still need a middle name.”
“Grace.”
“Huh? Grace?”
“Yeah, Grace. Because you and little Evi here, you’re my everything, you’re my saving Grace.”
And so that’s how their Evi Grace came into the world.
Steve could honestly say that these past five years with his girl had healed him in ways he didn’t even understand.
Evi was this smart sassy little ball of energy. She had inherited Eddie’s inability to sit down, and his sass, and the little serious nose scrunch Steve had when he was thinking about something super serious, although it was a lot cuter on the five year old.
She was their whole world, Steve and Eddie lived for being her parents. Eddie coming home from tour more often than not because she simply asked him too. Steve getting a work from home job just to be with her at all possible moment.
They hadn’t even wanted her to go to daycare, only reason they did was because she had to start preschool soon and they didn’t want to throw her in the deep end. They didn’t want her to be behind.
Although, that didn’t stop Eddie from looking for every possible reason to take her out.
They tucked their girl in with a princess story, and five kisses from the both of them, and her insisting that Eddie turns on her Tangled Lantern lamp, and Steve her plug in nightlight, and they did. Because their Evi Grace could ask for the moon and they would fine a way to get it for her.
Eddie quietly shut her door and turned to Steve, who still looked deep in thought.
“Hey, Sweetheart, Stevie, you alright?”
Steve let out a breath and shook his head as they walked down the hall to their room.
“She said another kid didn’t do it,” Steve said, sitting down on the edge of their bed. “And I believe her. So where the hell did she get that big ass bruise?”
“Stevie, she’s five,” Eddie said, going into their bathroom to brush his teeth. “She could’ve forgotten. She doesn’t have that big of an attention span, and she was exhausted today.”
“Exactly,” Steve snapped. “She was exhausted. Have you ever seen our girl that tired? Besides when has she ever forgotten that another kid hit her? No. Something’s wrong.”
“Alright,” Eddie says, coming out of the bathroom in his pajama pants to sit down beside him. “You’re right. She was exhausted. She might be coming down with a cold, her teacher did say she laid in that corner all day. So you’ll take her to the doctor in the morning, and I’ll call her teacher.”
“Yeah,” Steve sighed. “Yeah okay. We’ll do that.”
“Good. Now let’s go to bed,” Eddie said, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead. “Everything will be alright Stevie, you’ll see. You’re just worrying for no reason.”
Eddie wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince, himself or Steve, but his words seemed to have the desired effect on Steve, who relaxed and crawled under their comforter.
“You’re right. I’m probably just worrying for no reason.”
“Yeah,” Eddie said, hoping Steve didn’t hear the uncertainty in his voice. “Goodnight Stevie. I love you.”
“Night Eds. Love you.”
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