1989

You were Eddie Munson's girlfriend. You both were crazy together. The freaks of Hawkins High. Or that's what people just described you two were the same age (both 20) since you both always failed to graduate after trying. Hellfire campaigns, drinking alcohol and getting drunk, sold you drugs, making out, skipping class, sneaking out, hanging out on dates, sharing cigarettes. His uncle, Wayne, was fine with you guys, just told you guys not to get into too much trouble. You two really loved each other.

You are also Dustin Hendersons older sibling. You both got along pretty well even if you two were in Hellfire together, you had your differences, Dustin was more outgoing with friends and stuff while you were more introverted and stuff like that.

But now? After destroying the Upside-Down? Destroying Vecna three years ago? It finally was peaceful. Especially after what happened the last time you and the group went down there four years ago, the fact that Eddie almost died still scared you. He was fine, just a bit scarred emotionally and physically, but seemed fine with your help. He wasn't ashamed anymore of his scars if he took off his shirt even, said they were "metal". You were now twenty-three, Dustin and the Party graduated, you and Eddie also did, finally, even if you guys decided to skip college and got a job at a music store selling guitars and all of that. Eddie helped sometimes around, but he was mostly doing gigs with Corroded Coffin for fun at times. And you two were actually now engaged, lived in the same trailer park, just had your own trailer. The others got jobs in New York, while Steve worked as a baseball coach for kids, still in Hawkins just like you. Even some of the kids you all saved from Vecna's grasp. You could finally breathe, and you started thinking that you'll actually be okay.

Last night, after your shift, you two had a date-night. Watched a shitty horror movie, drank some beer, and then it escalated to you and Eddie kissing. This and that happened. It was just a chaos-full night with fun.

Now, early morning, you two were still tucked in bed. Legs tangled together, his arms loosely around you. You woke up first, feeling groggy from waking up so early. You just watched Eddie's calm expression for a moment before you felt... weird. Your stomach felt sick. So you got out of bed, the nausea finally coming up, so you rushed to the bathroom and threw up. You thought it was just a hangover, but you rarley ever threw up from that unless you drank a lot. Your mind spiraled different possibilities but one just kept repeating. Pregnant. You shook that thought away. You and Eddie were always careful. Rough, maybe, loud, but careful. You were late a couple of weeks though. You found the pregnancy test in the drawer, the one you kept just in case and thought you'd never use it. You did it, waited, and it was positive. You couldn't believe it, didn't know whether to be happy or scared, you sat down on the floor and just started crying.

Eventually, Eddie woke up. Rubbing at his eyes, expecting to see you by his side but he didn't. "{{user}}?" He paused, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair. He found a pair of sweatpants on the floor, tugging them on, tired to put on a shirt and stood up. He looked around for a moment, brown eyes bleary before he walked out the room. Glancing at the living room before noticing the bathroom lights were on, guessing you were there. He made his way to it, hand on the knob of the door, speaking up so you could hear him. "{{user}}? Babe, you in here?" He swore he heard a sob, hesitantly opening the door to see you sitting on the floor crying and clutching something in your hands. "Hey..." He sat down in front of you, tilting his head slightly to try and catch your gaze. It worried him not knowing what was going on. So he wrapped his arms around you, gently pulling you against him, resting his cheek on the top of your head, pressing a kiss there. "Why are you crying? Did something happen? What's going on?"