where we left off

2

(vomit and swearing warning)

The Addams Family was playing on the  TV in the Tozier living room. Bev and Richie were leaning out the window and smoking,Mike and Ben were reading,Eddie and Bill were watching the TV and Stan was cooking some pasta.

"-so that is why I think that dress codes are bullshit." Bev blew smoke towards the cold February sky as she finished her statement.

"You should write this in a letter and send it to Washington,babe." Ben said admiringly.

Stan was pouring the pasta into the pot when a gust of wind blew the cigarette smoke towards him. He clamped a hand over his mouth and ran towards the bathroom as he suddenly felt like he was going to vomit.

Bill got off the sofa and was about to go help Stan,but Bev told him to sit back down as she knocked on the bathroom door. She winced at the sound of Stan vomiting and retching as she let herself in.

She rubbed his back as he dry heaved,hugging the toilet. Eventually,Stan flushed the toilet and pressed his forehead to the cool,tiled wall. He grimaced and gladly accepted the glass of cold water Bev handed to him.

"You'll have to tell Bill eventually." Bev said.

Stan's life had been turned upside down when he and Bev looked at the two blue lines,a week ago. A Planned Parenthood nurse had confirmed it, Stan was eight weeks pregnant.
For some reason,Stan didn't want to get get rid of it. Maybe it's because this embryo was his. This future baby was a blend of himself and Bill,the person Stan was kind of in love with.

Or something.

"No. I just... can't,Bev." Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's your choice,dude." Bev hugged him and led him back to the kitchen.

"Are you okay?" Eddie looked concerned.

Bill hugged Stan. Maybe that's love. Hugging someone even though they smell like puke.

"Edwin.Could you tend to the pasta? I think I'm going to lie down for a bit." Eddie nodded and ran to the pasta. Stan grabbed  a soft blanket and wrapped  it around himself.

"How do you feel?" Bill asked.

"I've got a funny taste in my mouth and I'm exhausted." Stan lay down on the sofa and let Bill play with his hair.

They eat pasta in front of the TV and laughed along at all of the jokes. Richie would not stop commenting on every little thing, which really annoyed Eddie. Stan and Bev went up to make a bed in the guest room for themselves.
Richie's parents were okay with Bev and Stan having sleepovers at their house as long as they both  slept in the guest room while the others stayed in Richie's room.
Stan had come out to the Toziers last year and they had been fantastically accepting.

That night,Bev fell asleep within minutes and was soon softly snoring next to him. Stan could not sleep. Despite being fantastically exhausted,insomnia kept him from resting.
In the "wee hours of the mornin'",as Richie like to say,nausea overtook Stan again and he ran over to the bathroom which was just a short distance across the hall.
As Stan hugged the toilet bowl and heaved,Bill appeared in the doorframe of the small room and poured Stan a glass of water.

Bill brushed some curls out of Stan's eyes and sat down next to him.

"Stan. You have to tell me what's wrong. I'm worried about you. You've been throwing up a lot the past few weeks and you're always tired." Bill's voice was laced with concern.

"Fine. But you have to promise you won't freak out." Stan rasped,sipping at the water.

"I won't,I promise." Bill's eyebrows were bunched together and he held Stan's hand.

"I'm pregnant."

Bill gasped slightly and blinked in confusion.

"I had it checked by a doctor and she said that I'm two months along. I won't make you stick around and raise a kid you don't want,but I don't really want to get an abortion. Maybe it's just because this...future baby is us. No one else's,just ours." Stan continued.

"Stanley,I-I love you. I d-don't want to lose you and I really l-love you. I'll be there with you every s-step of the way,and if you want to get an abortion that's fine. It's your b-body and-" Bill stuttered,before being cut off by Stan's lips.

"I love you too." Stan whispered.

"Bleh. You taste like vomit." Bill laughed.

"Mmmh. Get used to it,doofus. My mom was sick up until six months."

Bill laughed again and hugged Stan.

"Who else knows?" Bill asked.

"Bev knows,she was there at my first appointment. I haven't told anyone else yet. The doctor did a scan and I saw it,I saw this little nugget and it was super fucking weird. I love you. So much." Stan rambled,head still buried in Bill's neck.

"How do you feel?" Bill questioned.

"Not hot. I'm exhausted but can't sleep, I feel sick a lot, I have a metallic taste in my mouth and my boobs really hurt."

"You know you're always hot to me. But I'm sorry,that sounds really shitty." Bill said.

"I have a fuckton of pamphlets about having a baby in my bag. Do you want to go downstairs and read them?" Stan suggested.

"Sounds amazing." Bill waggled his eyebrows humorously.

Bev woke up that morning and went downstairs to find Bill and Stan chatting avidly over plain toast and ginger tea. She grinned and sat down next to them.

"So it went well?" She had a smile to parallel the Cheshire Cat as she played with her fringe.

"Yeah. It really did."

Within the hour,the rest of the losers had come downstairs to have breakfast.

"Billiam! Are you okay? Normally it takes a nuclear explosion to wake you up!" Richie joked.

"What are we gonna do today?" Asked Eddie.

"We'll see where the day takes us." Richie shrugged as he stole a piece of toast from Bev.