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Requests: The Adults: Eddie Munson- PlayMates

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Pov: Chrissy Cunningham

Warnings: Pregnant Chrissy, D&D terms, building a character for Charlotte, animated Eddie!DAD, in love, and admiration, Charlotte is indeed for father's daughter.

Summary: Eddie decides to teach Charlotte D&D, and Chrissy watches her warm family.

A/n- @ Firefly- graphics for dividers, This is a request and a part of the collection of COEC.

WC- 1.7k

Requests Master List // Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Chronicles of Eddie M. & Chrissy C. Master List

I had made dinner earlier that night, and we had eaten together as a family. Eddie and Charlotte sat close together; well, actually, Char sat in Eddie’s lap, and I sat just a few feet away from them at the dinner table. “Dinner is amazing, sweetheart,” Eddie said as he picked at a piece of his chicken. Charlotte is a spitting image of Eddie; the black hair that’s curly at the ends and those blue eyes were the only thing that gave away she was even remotely related to me.

When dinner was over, Eddie ushered me out of the kitchen with a large hand on my back. “You go sit down, honey.” He said, gently guiding me towards the couch. He watched as I followed his instructions before grabbing a book off the shelf next to the TV stand. “You just sit out here and read while Char and I clean up the kitchen,” Eddie says as he leans down to kiss my forehead chaste.

“Alright, Char, are you ready to help me clean up?” I hear Eddie ask here just a few moments later. I hear the giggles echo off the wall as Char answers her father. The sound of water and music becomes the background noise of the story I’m reading. The sound of dishes colliding with each other. “Bubbles!” I hear a scream from the kitchen, “I know, Char, you like bubbles, baby.” Eddie all but laughs. I return my attention to my book. The words are starting to mold together for whatever reason. I can’t just put the book down and climb the stairs toward a comfy bed.

The sound of low Metallica plays in the kitchen as my legs lie folded underneath my body, and the book in my hand starts to drop. That is until I feel the sudden kick against my pregnant belly. Charlotte would have a little brother pretty soon, so Eddie was trying his most challenging to spend all his time with her. Before, things became hectic, and with that, it led to many nights like this one.

“Daddy?” I barely hear Char’s voice from the living room to the kitchen. “Yes, baby,” Eddie says sweetly to his three-year-old daughter. “What’s wrong with mommy?” I hear Charlotte ask her father, and there is a moment of silence between the two, and I know the look on Eddie's face. The one who tells me he has no clue what to say next. Eddie is a man of all sorts of words, but whenever his daughter asks him questions he doesn’t have answers to, he doesn’t have it in him to lie to his baby girl.

“Come on, baby, let’s sit at the table.” I hear a nimble voice utter to our daughter. I can listen to the giant footsteps against the hardwood. Then, the scooting of the chair legs on the hardwood floor, I grit my teeth together; the sound sends the worst shivers down my spine. Like nails on a chalkboard. “Mommy is just feeling a little tired nowadays.” Eddie finally clarifies. “Is it because of my brother?” Charlotte is always inquisitive and alert to the world around her, especially for her age. Eddie’s laugh echoes into the living room, then it becomes silent. “Yeah, baby, your brother isn’t being very nice to your mommy,” Eddie tells our daughter.

“Well, he better be nice to my mommy because… well, because I love her…” My heart swells at Char’s confession, and it triples when Eddie echoes her words. “I love her too.” There are sounds of giggles that last for longer than it takes for me to read a full page of the book in my lap. “What are you doing daddy?” I get distracted once more by the sounds of my daughter annoying her father with her endless questions. “Aren’t you supposed to be coloring?” Eddie says, asking her a question of his own. It’s meant to redirect her, but because she likes her father, it only spurs her on to push more of his buttons. “I would be coloring, Daddy, but you’re thinking too loud.” I burst out into laughs, unable to keep them in my chest. “I hear you out there laughing,” Eddie yells from the other rooms.

My cheeks hurt by the time I can even think about anything else. Then, another kick brings me back to my reality. “Jesus, you just had to kick me,” I mutter. I put a bookmark between the pages of my book before pushing myself off the couch and to my feet. I shuffle to the bathroom down the hall like a penguin. I can’t hear the two in the kitchen as I shuffle my pajama pants down my hips and relieve myself.

As I wash my hands, I notice how tired I am; the dark circles under my eyes are darker than ever. And my hair is tangled in blonde messes. I quickly push away nasty thoughts about myself as I finish washing my hands and return to the hallway. The sounds are different as I walk down the hallway. “Daddy…” “Yes, honey.” Eddie echos Charlotte’s whine. “What are you doing?” Her question is funny, very much like her father.

Eddie had always feared that he would be like his father, yet he’s so far from it now. Never gets mad or annoyed with his daughter or me. He’s always there lending a helpful hand, helping me with something, or sitting through his daughter’s endless tea parties. Where she forces him to wear crowns and pink tutus. The smile on Eddie’s face is a lighting path, a true sign that he’s nothing like his father.

“I’m coming up with things for my campaign.” His answers sometimes are very… very straightforward. “What’s that?” She asks curiously. I round the corner where the kitchen and living room met. Just around the wall is the dining room, where the chatter gets louder. “Well, sweetheart, it’s a game that daddy plays with his friends. With princes, and warriors, and fairies.” I smile at his words. Laced in sugar for his daughter to be able to understand. “Can I be a fairy?” Of course, that’s Charlotte’s first question, unbothered by anything else her father just said. I feel that will be a recurring in their relationship.

A long pause makes me stop walking to hide behind the wall to the dining room door frame. Neither of them can see me, but I can see both of them. Eddie’s got his thinkin’ hat on right now. “Hmm, I don’t see why not. Come here, baby.” Eddie says, dropping the pencil on the table. “Can you grab me those books over there?” Eddie asks Char, but her eyes go wide. “I’ll do it, baby.” I was unable to keep my mouth quiet. His brows sink on his face, “I thought I told you too…” “I had to pee, so I’m up now. Deal with it, Eds.” I bark at him as I round the table and grab two thick books and a few sheets of blank paper.

He sighs but doesn’t say anything as I sit beside him. “Are you okay, mommy?” Char asks me. I nod, and Eddie grabs her by the waist hoisting her up to his lap. “Are you ready, baby,” Eddie asks Char as her legs sit over just one of Eddie’s legs. “So you wanna be a fairy, right Char?” Eddie asks; she nods her head with excitement. “Did you hear that, mommy? Daddy said I can be a fairy?” Her smile beams across the dining room. “I heard him baby. You can be whatever your heart wants to be.” I tell her, scooting closer to comb my fingers through her black locks and kiss her forehead.

“Alright, so, we don’t gotta pick a race. But we have to do some other stuff.” Eddie floods the books, and his words gloss over my head and Char’s. Regardless, we are watching him geek out about his daughter’s interest in his world. The world that had kept him safe until I met him. It brings me to a lull. I rest my hands on my protruding belly, and rest my eyes. Eddie’s deep voice and Char’s giggles lulled me to sleep. It feels like hours before the sounds stop, and everything is quiet. A sizeable gentle hand is on my shoulder. Shaking me awake gently, “Both my girls fell asleep on me.” Eddie whispers. The lights are dimmed, and Char isn’t in the room. Eddie seems to follow my thoughts. “Already in bed.” He answers my racing mom’s thoughts. “Let’s go to bed,” Eddie whispers again, putting a hand out for me to grab on. He pulls me up, and we walk hand in hand to the bedroom.

Eddie walks me to my side of the bed. “Thank you, honey.” I manage to get out before a yawn cuts me off. I can see the slightest smile on his face. “It’s my pleasure, my love.” Eddie leans down and presses a chaste kiss into my forehead and another one on my lips, and instantly, I’m brought to life wanting more, but Eddie’s already dragging away from me. “You know how much Char loves you, right?” I say as Eddie bends down at his knee to slip my shoes off my swollen feet. He nods and continues to work on my slippers. “I’m serious, Eddie, she loves you so much. She doesn’t care as long as she can always be right by your side. She’s a daddy’s girl.” The tears that I didn’t notice rolled down my cheeks. “Aww baby,” Eddie says, looking up to see my tears, rubbing a large thumb over them and sweeping them away.

“I know she loves me, baby; I know many things. Just like I know how much you love the both of us. That’s why you’re always watching us from afar. I love you just as much. Like I said earlier, baby. You are my girls, and I love my girls. I smile at Eddie’s confession. The words melted my heart and caused a wave of tiredness to wash over me. “Let’s get you to bed, baby,” Eddie mutters as he kicks back the sheets and pulls me against him.

Completed on: 08/29/23

Posted on: 08/31/23

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