.Who: Reddie What: Birthday Shenanigans Where: Loser House When: Early Morning, March 7
There were plans to do things together later, as a group. He and Bev were cooking and it was either going to be amazing or they were all going to die together. There were also plans for a pool even if they didn’t know how to actually make that happen just yet. Was he supposed to talk to one of the wizards? Was that something his teenage father could magic up? Were he and Bev going to have to go out there with shovels and try to dig up the ground before promptly giving up and buying a kiddie pool? He didn’t know. In any case, the pool idea was probably going to have to wait until it was warmer out.
So, yes, there were plans to do things later with the rest of the Losers but mornings were sort of Richie and Eddie time. It was usually just a few minutes spent lying together and enjoying being in a place where they could have that, where everyone was alive and well, before Eddie got up to go on a run or head off to COFFEE and continue being an apprentice baker or whatever the fuck he was doing there. Richie’s birthday, however, was a special occasion. One he celebrated by untangling himself from Richie and slipping out of the room super early.
He came back awhile later carrying a tray. Breakfast in bed wasn’t something he would’ve normally condoned. He didn’t actually like the idea of food in bed or the crumbs that would, undoubtedly, come with it. He was going to hate himself for this later but, for now, it seemed like a good idea. It seemed more than a little worth it if Richie appreciated it.
Setting the tray to the side he climbed onto the bed and then onto the lanky form of his fiance, shaking him just a little. He worried about the headaches and about how Richie was sleeping. Part of him was now worried that waking him up early was a bad idea. He may have needed the sleep… but then Eddie had woken up early and planned out a birthday breakfast for nothing. There was no real stopping now. He was up. The food was made. He was on top of Richie, attempting to wake him as gently as possible, and he was pretty sure the pancakes were bound to turn into a fire hazard if he left them for too long. Or, at the very least, a waxy inedible mess. He didn’t leave them too close to the card, did he?
Okay. There was a chance he was terrible at this and the whole thing was about to go up in flames but, at least, coffee in it’s brand new mug would be fine. He couldn’t have ruined that.