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A Home for Broken Hearts ~ Chapter 5

Co-written with the amazing @made-ofmemories

I'm so sorry for not updating last weekend, I honestly forgot 😅

But here's chapter 5�� and if I remember correctly quite few things happen in this one.

Anyways, enjoy!

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Chapter 5: Like Icarus, Steve is Falling

“EDDIE MUNSON!” Chrissy shrieks it’s followed by a cackle of manic laughter from Eddie.

Eddie is in an exceptionally good mood today, helped in part by the fact he’s gotten a rare weekend off from his job, his actual job that is. Unfortunately for Chrissy his good mood has somehow translated into him making it his personal mission to get on every last one of her nerves. They’ve only been at Hellfire for an hour, but Eddie has been all but bouncing off the walls the entire time. Steve doesn’t know how Chrissy has even lasted that long without threatening to throttle him.

Steve can’t see what’s going on. He has his back turned to them, putting down large sheets of wood atop the foundations of the stage with some help from Robin who has also given up her weekend to help out. He and Eddie had finished the foundations a while ago, but after that it had become sidelined in favor of other projects.

“I think Eddie has a death wish,” Robin is facing the opposite direction to Steve and has watched the whole scene unfold with a smirk, she gestures to them with a nod and Steve looks over his shoulder.

There’s a paintbrush in Eddie’s hand and a streak of yellow across Chrissy’s cheek. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened there. Chrissy’s face is glowing bright red beneath the paint, Steve half expects smoke to start pouring from her ears.

Ten more minutes pass before Chrissy has finally had enough and Eddie makes his way over to Steve with a slip of paper in hand.

“Chrissy has banished me from my own bar, can you believe it?” He’s all bright smiles and mirth.

“Yeah.” Steve chuckles, “I really can.”

Eddie feigns a shocked expression, “I’m going to ignore that,” His features turn back into something mischievous, “What do you say to joining Eddie the banished on his quest for-” Eddie pauses to look down at the list in his hand, “second hand furniture and lunch.”

Steve can’t hide his smile at the ridiculous voice Eddie puts on when making his request. He wants to. He really does, he’ll take any excuse to spend more time with Eddie, but they’re nowhere near done with the stage and he can’t just abandon Robin. He looks at her, but she knows what he’s going to say before he even opens his mouth.

“Go, I got this,” She assures him.

He mouths a thank you to her as they leave, she shakes her head a fond smile on her lips in response. He owes her one, he makes a mental note to himself promising he’ll make it up to her another time.

They take Eddie’s van to go run errands. As much as Steve hates to admit it, it’s the most practical choice. However, if he thought Eddie’s driving was hair-raising on the quiet roads in the early hours of the morning, it was nothing compared to driving during the busy weekend traffic that comes with driving into the heart of the city.

Steve swears under his breath when the van swerves, narrowly avoiding a collision. They’re definitely going over the speed limit and Steve’s nerves are not cut out for this. Eddie seems unphased.

“You good there, Harrington?” Eddie asks, taking his eyes off the road for much longer than Steve feels comfortable with, “You’re looking a little peaky.”

“Yup, I’m good. Can you just-” His voice comes out strained and tense, he is very much not good. He waves towards the road ahead when the words get stuck in his throat, “watch the road.”

“Relax, no one has ever died as a result of my driving,” Eddie informs him. A shit eating grin appears on his face when he adds, “yet.”

“Good to know.”

Steve’s pretty sure he’s going to be the first. Either Eddie is finally going to drive them into a ditch or he’s going to have a heart attack before that happens.

The store Eddie leads them to isn’t one Steve has visited before, he’s walked past it a few times and never paid it much mind. Aquiles’ antiques and oddities. It doesn’t look much from the outside, exposed brick and a sun bleached sign that hangs above the storefront.

The smell is what hits him first as soon as they open the door, it’s not completely unpleasant, a slightly musty smell that reminds him of some of the old books Robin has. Visually it’s much more impressive. It’s like a treasure trove, every wall, shelf, and surface stacked with something different. There’s stuff everywhere and Steve isn’t sure where to look first. He tags along with Robin sometimes when she goes thrifting, but mostly they’re just looking for clothes and it’s never anything like this.

“Wouldn’t this job be better suited to Chrissy?” Truthfully he has no idea what he’s doing here, he doesn’t know what he’s meant to be looking for. The only reason he’d agreed to the whole thing was because Eddie asked him to come.

He picks up a small bronze statue from one of the shelves to inspect closer. It’s a winged man, torso bare and lower half wrapped in a sculpted cloth. The figure sits atop a plinth labeled with the name ‘Icarus’. Steve is vaguely familiar with the myth, he taught a lesson on Greek mythology once when covering for a 5th grade history class.

“She trusts my judgment,” Eddie whisks past him and deeper into the store leaving Steve scrambling to place the ornament back on the shelf and catch up before he can lose sight of him, “Plus I’m pretty sure she only sent me out here so I’d leave her alone.”

“You think?” Steve teases and Eddie looks over his shoulder with a cocky smile. He totally knows he’s been a little shit all morning and he loves it, “So, what’re we looking for?”

Steve nearly walks right into Eddie’s back, too busy looking up at the artworks hanging on the walls to realize Eddie has stopped walking.

“Picture frames,” Eddie explains, flipping through the box of them he’s found atop a table.

Steve joins him, their shoulders pressed together as he huddles over the box to look. No two are the same. Some are just regular old plain wood, but others are more ornate with delicate carvings and colors ranging everything from olive green paint that’s chipping on the edges, to flawless shimmering gold. Eddie sets a few aside then moves on to looking at the larger ones leaning against one of the walls that are too big to fit in the box.

The frames they pick out are a little worse for wear, the ones with the chipped paint and dented wood. Eddie says it gives them character. They’re browsing the rest of the store, admiring the trinkets scattered on each of the shelves. Eddie is behind him, looking through a stack of old records when Steve’s eyes finally land on it. A mid-sized chesterfield couch in a classic chestnut brown leather.

“Eddie!” Steve says a little too enthusiastically, Eddie flinches at his too-loud voice, “Look at this.”

“You in the market for a new couch, Harrington?” He saunters over to inspect it. He doesn’t look as impressed with it as Steve had been.

“No, for Hellfire,” He explains, “It already matches the furniture you have, it’s perfect.”

“I don’t know.” Eddie sounds skeptical.He turns over the price tag attached to the side of it and his expression remains neutral, Steve takes that as a good sign, “It’s a bit…” He makes a vague gesture towards it with one hand, the other is holding the photo frames he has tucked under his arm, “well-worn.”

It’s definitely well used, Steve will admit. The leather is worn down and discolored in places and there’s a small hole starting to form in one of the seats, but it’s not past the point of being salvageable and it has a certain charm about it that Steve thinks would fit right in at Hellfire.

“It just gives it character,” Steve says, parroting Eddie’s description of the picture frames back at him with a grin.

Eddie contemplates it for a moment, drags a hand down one side of his face and sighs, “Chrissy is going to kill us, you know that right?”

“She kind of scares me.” He’s sure most people would laugh if he ever told them what he just told Eddie, but there’s more to her than her kind and sweet personality hiding beneath the surface. He’s sure of it and he isn’t in a hurry to push her enough and find out what that is.

“She should.”

As it turns out, convincing Eddie to buy the couch was the easy part. The difficult part comes when they’re trying to manhandle the thing into the back of Eddie’s van. It’s heavier than it looks, something they soon discover when they have to carry it all the way across the parking lot together after Eddie refuses the help offered by the shop owner.

“Nah, it’s ok man. We got it, don’t we big boy?” Eddie says, throwing a wink Steve’s way.

There was that damn nickname again, the one that had caused his brain to short-circuit the first time. It has a similar effect now. Steve thought he would get over it, his attraction to Eddie, that they could just be friends and Steve would be cool with that. So far, every smile and every friendly touch, only served to emphasize the fact that he was very much not getting over it. He thinks back to the statue he had picked up earlier, a warning not to fly too close to the sun, but maybe it’s too late and he’s already falling.

Because he has seemingly lost all sense of self control and common sense, he spends the rest of the walk from the store to the van staring at Eddie’s arms, all pale skin and tattoos, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and straining under the weight of the couch. Eddie definitely catches him looking more than once.

Eddie is in the back of the van, both hands hooked under the bottom of the sofa as he shuffles backwards, dragging it with him as Steve stands at the other side and pushes. Eddie sets it down with a grunt once it’s finally in place, clambers out of the van and lights up a cigarette. He shouldn’t find it as hot as he does, he shouldn’t… but he does and it does not help his current situation of trying to ignore his attraction.

“You smoke?” Eddie tips the pack in Steve’s direction, his voice is distorted by the cigarette between his lips.

“Nah.” Not anymore. He doesn’t mention that part, not wanting to make Eddie feel guilty for smoking around him. It had been a long time ago back in junior year smoking behind the bleachers because he thought it made him look cool, “Thanks though.”

Steve volunteers to go back to the store to grab the frames they bought before he can get caught staring again. He needs a minute to get himself under control. He doesn't know how he used to do this, back in his king Steve days, the shameless flirting with any girl who would so much as look his way. It has crossed his mind that perhaps he was never quite as smooth as he always believed himself to be, back then no one would have had the guts to tell him otherwise. No one until Robin came along that is, but king Steve was already long gone by that point. Now he's reduced to a bumbling mess and all Eddie has to do is stand there looking pretty and use a mildly suggestive nickname.

Maybe he just needs to go out and find someone to get it out of his system with, he abandons that idea almost as quickly as it pops into his head. He’s never had the best track record with random hookups. He’s never had the best record with relationships either and he doesn’t think he’d ever forgive himself if he messed things up with Eddie. Maybe this is what he’s destined to, thirsting over unobtainable men.

Eddie is leaning against the side of the van when Steve returns, his head tipped back as he blows out a plume of smoke. He moves to help when he hears Steve approaching, balancing what’s left of his cigarette between his lips to free his hands so he can take some of the frames from him.

“Alright,” Eddie snuffs out his cigarette, those long legs of his striding away before Steve can register what’s happening, “Lets go, next task.”

“Which is?” Steve questions, jogging a few steps to catch up as they head down the main street.

“Lunch. You hungry?”

“Sure, I could eat.” Steve shrugs.

“Awesome, there’s a food truck that usually parks right around this corner that sells the best Cuban sub sandwiches. Trust me on this one, you’ll thank me later.” Eddie rambles, his face lighting up the way it always does when he’s talking about something he’s passionate about, today that is apparently Cuban sub sandwiches.

“The best?” Steve says, doing his best to sound skeptical even though he would absolutely believe anything Eddie told him right now, “I don’t know, Munson, you better hope it lives up to the hype or I’m gonna be disappointed. My trust in you shall forever be lost.”

“Oh it will, sweetheart.” Eddie assures him, a cocky grin on his face, ”come on, the girls must be hungry too.” He wraps an arm around Steve’s shoulders to pull him in closer whilst they walk then lets him go just as quickly. As if ‘big boy’ wasn’t bad enough for his heart, he just had to introduce another nickname.

Sure enough they round the corner and the food truck is right there in all of its bright red glory. The smell alone is good enough to make his mouth water. There’s a few people at the truck, but the queue is small. Eddie is like a man on a mission, eye’s locked onto his target as he marches towards the truck. Steve wonders briefly if Eddie has forgotten to eat again, it wouldn’t be the first or even the second or third time it’s happened in the short period they’ve known each other. Steve intends to follow him until something in the corner of his eye catches his attention.

There’s a bookstore with a selection of second hand books laid out on a table out front with a sign reading ‘charity book sale’. Steve’s not much of a recreational reader, never has been. He's pretty sure he’s never opened a book that wasn’t part of a curriculum list, be it when he was studying or while teaching as a substitute.

Robin on the other hand can always be seen with a book in hand and he’s looking right at a slightly worn, but overall decent condition copy of ‘Le Petit Prince’. He owes her for covering for him earlier and given her fascination with languages it would be perfect, she knows some French but it’s not her strongest language and she always complains about wanting to improve it.

“What’re you doing?” Eddie asks. He’s damn near pouting, it looks ridiculous and adorable all at the same time, “Food trucks over here,” He adds, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waits for Steve to follow.

“I know, I- you go ahead I’ll catch up,” Steve says and Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice.

Steve grabs the book and takes his time browsing the table out of curiosity. He doesn’t recognize most of the titles and any he does he recognizes from school or ones he’s seen Robin reading around the apartment. Eddie is almost at the front of the short line at the food truck when he heads inside to the cash register.

“Steven?!”A wave of tension passes through Steve’s body, he can feel a headache setting in already, “Is that you?”

He thanks the cashier and takes the paper bag containing the book for Robin. There’s nothing blocking the door, maybe he could just make a run for it. No, that would only make things worse.

“Heidi?” He says, as if he hadn’t recognized her voice the second she had opened her mouth, “What are the chances of seeing you here?”

“I know right?” She replies, all fake cheer and false smiles. She’s as pretty as ever, makeup flawless and her blonde hair perfectly curled and cascading over her shoulders, “You’re not following me and my date are you?” She tries to frame it as a joke, but it falls flat.

That’s when Steve notices the figure standing next to her, the ex she left him for no doubt. He’s taller than Steve and broader too with a muscle definition Steve could only dream of achieving. He can see why she left him, it still hurts, but he never had any hope of competing with Mr. Mcdreamy here.

“No, just-” He shakes the bag in his hand and gives a tight lipped smile, “picking up a book.”

“I didn’t know you read.” There’s an insult buried somewhere beneath that sickly sweet tone and Steve is left wondering how he never saw this before, the thinly veiled insults, the petty jabs, the sarcastic comments passed off as a joke when they really hadn’t been. Maybe she did him a favor when she broke up with him.

“Gotta read plenty, it’s part of being a teacher.” He inches his way towards the door rethinking his earlier plan of bolting out of there as fast as his legs can carry him.

“So you’ve finally found a school desperate enough to take you on?” She scoffs, the facade finally starting to fall.

“There you are, babe!” Eddie’s arm is wrapped around Steve’s waist. He pulls him in close with the hand that comes to rest on his hip. Steve barely has a chance to process what’s happening, or when the hell Eddie even showed up, but his hand instinctively moves to rest on the small of Eddie’s back, “I wondered where you had wandered off to.”

It takes Steve’s brain a moment to kick into gear, it doesn’t help that he has Eddie pressed against his side clouding all of his senses. He feels the heat radiating off of Eddie, the sound of his voice calling him babe still rings in his ears and there’s the lingering smell of the smoke from his last cigarette mixed with the scent of his shampoo. He tries to commit it all to memory, Eddie is usually affectionate but this is on another level and he doesn’t know if or when he’ll get to experience it again.

“I didn’t go far,” He smiles and steals a glance at Eddie to find he’s already looking right back at him. If Steve didn’t know better he’d almost believe that soft, love-struck look in his eyes was real. He decides it’s best not to think about how much he wishes it was. Eddie was good at this, whatever this was, Steve hadn’t quite figured that out yet, “This is Heidi.”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t see you there,” Eddie apologizes, turning to Heidi and her date as if it’s the first time he’s noticing them. Steve is pretty sure it’s physically impossible for Eddie to not have seen the two figures standing directly in front of them, if the tight lipped smile on Heidi’s face is anything to go off she’s well aware of it too, “We were just on our way to grab lunch.”

“Oh, well don’t let us stop you,” The fake sweetness returns to her voice.

“It was nice meeting you, Hailey.”

It’s the wrong name. Eddie knows it’s the wrong name and Heidi knows he knows it’s the wrong name. There’s a tense moment of eye contact between the two of them, a challenge, but Heidi doesn’t rise to it. Eddie smirks, triumphant and looking oh so proud of himself as he lets go of Steve’s waist to link his freed hand with Steve’s and leads them out of the store.

“I don’t know what just happened back there, but thank you. I think?” Steve is dumbfounded and still trying to figure out what he just witnessed.

“She seems like a total bitch,” Eddie is still holding his hand despite the fact they’re way out of Heidi’s view by now, “She’s the one who broke up with you the night we met, right?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t really see it at the time, but thinking back on it now… she was pretty fucking mean.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, more of an amused snort than anything else, “You really know how to pick ‘em.”

“How did you know?” Eddie just looks at him, brow furrowed with confusion, “To y’know, act like that,” He squeezes Eddie’s hand for emphasis and hopes it doesn’t prompt him to let go.

He doesn’t know how much of the interaction with Heidi Eddie had heard, or what led to his decision to drape himself over Steve and pretend they were dating. He wasn’t complaining about it, but it was an interesting choice.

“I didn’t really. You looked uncomfortable then I overheard her asking if you’d gotten a job in that passive aggressive, well, aggressive as fuck tone and figured, I don’t know, maybe she’d leave you alone if she realised you had a super hot boyfriend,” He’s wearing a cheshire cat grin when he says the last part, leaning in much closer than necessary, so close that Steve can smell his shampoo again.

“Oh Robin was right, with an ego like that you and Dustin are going to get along great, maybe it’s not such a good idea to let you two meet after all.”

“Dustin? Wait? I get to meet your kids?”

“Just Dustin and Max. The one who always wears the cap and-”

“And little red, yeah I remember,” Eddie says with barely contained excitement. Eddie had listened to plenty of stories about them all ever since finding that photo in Steve’s room. At this point Steve thinks he might know them almost as well as he does.

“They’re flying in for a few days next weekend,” Steve explains. “I was hoping to bring them by Hellfire, if you’re ok with it?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

They’re back at the van which means Steve has to finally let go of Eddie’s hand as they part ways and head to their respective sides of the vehicle. Eddie hands him the bag of food and Steve steals a peek inside, there isn’t much to see just 4 foil wrapped bundles, they smell delicious though and Steve is for once happy about Eddie’s erratic driving meaning they’ll get to their destination quicker. He could probably eat in the van, Eddie doesn’t strike him as the type to care. There’s fast food wrappers littering the footwell and the thing is literally never clean, still it feels rude not to wait until they’re at least back with Chrissy and Robin so he rolls up the top of the paper bag and places it by his feet with the book for Robin.

Steve reaches for the radio controls whilst they’re at a red light and he can feel Eddie’s glare on him the entire time until the light turns green and one of the cars in the queue of traffic behind them honks their horn at them. Eddie doesn’t actually do anything to stop him beyond the glaring so he continues twisting the dial trying to find a good station.

“Nope. Please no.” Eddie groans when Steve settles on some cheesy 80’s pop station playing the last few notes of a song before the radio hosts take over, “Turn that off.”

“You don’t like 80’s music?” Steve gasps, only mildly offended.

“Sure I do, Mötley Crüe, Metallica, Dio, not that.” He sends an accusatory jab in the direction of the radio. Steve really shouldn’t be shocked.

The hosts introduce the next song and Steve cranks up the volume despite Eddie’s protests, “Oh come on, this is a good one!”

Eddie grumbles a little more as the intro to ‘Total eclipse of the heart’ begins to play, but Steve has already decided to ignore him and bursts into song at the first verse. He’s a little uncertain at first, voice unsteady and wavering slightly until he gains confidence. Steve knows he can sing, he and Robin have performed dramatic renditions of this exact song in their kitchen more times than he can count, but that’s different, that’s Robin. Eddie has never heard him sing before and they’ve already established he is not a fan of this genre.

By the time the chorus rolls around he’s belting out the lyrics alongside Bonnie Tyler’s voice. Eddie glances over occasionally, never taking his eyes off the road for long and Steve can’t quite read his expression but he sees the smile tugging at his lips.

“Sing with me,” Steve insists during an instrumental part.

“I don’t know the lyrics.”

“Bullshit,” Steve smirks, leaning over the center console to get closer as he resumes singing, effectively cutting off any more of Eddie’s protests.

He wishes he’d had the hindsight to take out his phone and start recording when to his utter surprise Eddie actually starts singing along. It’s barely more than a mumble at first, but with a little encouragement he’s belting out the lyrics alongside Steve.

Eddie’s voice is different to Steves, deeper and with a certain amount of roughness to it. Steve’s curious to know what he sounds like when he sings the music he’s more familiar with, when he’s on stage roaring out lyrics with his band. His little daydream is cut short when the song comes to an end and they both burst into a peel of delighted laughter.

“I knew you knew the lyrics!” Steve yells, voice way too loud for the small space of the van, but they’re both hyped up and the volume on the radio is still turned all the way up.

Eddie reaches over for the volume dial on the radio then gives Steve a shrug, “Sometimes I let Chrissy pick the radio station when we’re at Hellfire.”

“Damn,” Steve flops back into his seat, calming himself before he continues,“That’s good music. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong decade. Don’t get me wrong, I like some of the newer stuff that’s out there too, and wouldn’t change the access to a Wifi signal for anything, but oldies are just something else.”

“I still don’t know if I’d call that ‘good music’, but I get what you mean,” Eddie agrees, he sounds a little breathless, “Sometimes I worry I won’t get to see my favorite bands live before they either stop touring or kick the bucket.”

“Jesus, Eddie, went a little dark there,” Steve comments with a dry chuckle, “You’re right though.”

They keep talking about music the rest of the way back to the bar, still engrossed in a discussion about all the Pop subgenres, that mainly involved Steve speaking and Eddie listening intently to his every word, when they reach their destination. So much so that Eddie fails to notice Robin’s form standing near the entrance when they walk inside Hellfire, startling Eddie when she welcomes them back.

“Jesus, Buckley! I almost dropped our food.”

“Heh, just what could have taken your whole attention to not see me?” Robin teases him. Steve notices a faint blush appear on Eddie’s cheeks before he covers his face with a piece of his hair. He finds himself feeling a bit disappointed that it wasn’t him that caught him off guard like that.

“Oh shush you, don’t mess with the person carrying your nutritious sustenance.”

“I don’t think you can call greasy subs and soda nutritious, Eddie.” Steve laughs, “Did something happen Rob? Why are you here on your own? Where’s Chrissy?”

“Crissy is in the back checking the storage room. I saw off a gallery patron and then I remembered I brought a donation too.” She tells them, placing her arms around her middle hugging herself. “I just, I don’t know if I- Steve? Help me find a place for it?”

“Of course, but Robin, you don’t have to donate it if you don’t want to or if you’re not ready, you know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” She says, her voice breaking a bit at the end. She clears her throat with a cough before continuing, “But it’s time, I’m ready to let go.”

“Okay, let’s find a good place for it.” Sensing her need for support, Steve pulls his best friend into a hug. “Did you leave it in the car?”

“No, it’s in my bag.” Robin answers, stepping out of Steve’s embrace.

“I’m going to leave our food and drinks on the bar and get some tools in case you require them Sir. Robin.” Eddie says, squeezing Steve’s shoulder as he passes by them. He’s been calling her Sir. Robin from time to time ever since she kept him from falling from the wobbly ladder he had been using by holding it steady.

“Thanks, Eddie.” she smiles at him.

“No problem.” He calls back.

“Come on, I have a feeling I know what your donation is so let’s find a good place on the wall for it.”

“What are you guys doing?” A couple of minutes later, Chrissy finds them in front of what they’ve been calling the gallery’s wall that holds the two items that started the gallery plus Chrissy’s and other people’s donations. Eddie is hammering a nail close to Steve’s scrunchie.

“Hey, Chris! I’m preparing the space for Robin’s donation.” Eddie chimes in.

“It’s a dream catcher, Vicky and I got one for each other and exchanged them.” Robin tells them, “She was my very first, very real relationship. We ended things on good terms and sometimes that hurts more because I can't hate her or blame her for anything. We just accepted that we didn’t work out anymore. We couldn’t even keep in touch.”

“No one's fault, Robs.” Steve says from a nearby table where he’s taking the food containers out of the plastic bag.

“Yeah, I know. Life tends to get in the way.”

“Can I see it?” Chrissy asks.

“Sure,” Robin places the dream catcher on Chrissy’s waiting hands.

“It’s beautiful, you picked a good place for it.”

“I wanted it to be close to Steve’s first donation.”

“Well, you can hang it now Robin. And thanks for sharing your story with us.”

“Aww come on, Eddie. We’re all friends now!” She hangs the dream catcher and grabs the marker Chrissy offers to her.

‘Vicky,

We just couldn’t

go on, hope she’s

okay and happy.

4 years, Hawkins.’

“Hey guys, do you mind if I don’t take a picture? I don’t want her to stumble upon it.”

“Not at all Robs, that’s one of the reasons why we ask for people's permission.”

“That’s great.” she sighs in relief. “Oh, I almost forgot! The tip.” She pulls a five dollar bill from her pocket and walks to the stool where they placed the now decorated jar of jam. “There, now come on, let’s eat, I’m starving.”

They wait until after they’ve eaten lunch to break the news to Chrissy of the couch waiting to be unloaded in the back of the van, hoping some good food will help soften the blow. Eddie left the interior designing to her. She had sent them out to search for wall decor, they didn’t need more furniture and certainly not a huge couch that she’d have the task of dealing with. She’d probably have to do some restorations to it and make sure it fits in with the other furniture and find somewhere for it where it doesn’t look out of place.

They needn’t have worried, much to Steve’s delight she approves.

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