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Eddie was still reeling over the fact that she was married.
Well, first, she’d already been married before. A marriage in which she was depressed. With someone she realized (after way too long, if you asked her) didn’t love her. With someone who had convinced her she needed to be smaller than she was. With a man.
Second, she’d only been married for 2 days and she understood she’d probably be reeling in that fact for a while.
Because now she was married to Richie.
That’s right, folks. Edith Francis Kaspbrak was now Edith Francis Tozier- Kaspbrak.
And that was something she was sure she wouldn’t get over until the day she died.
(And probably after that.)
As she dried her face off, she found herself staring in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was much shorter than the first time she got married (nearly 2 feet shorter, to be exact). There was a scar down her left cheek and one down the middle of her torso now. More freckles dotted her skin, the result of more outdoor running- well, outdoors in general. And most of all she looked happier.
Eddie smiled.
She was happier. Happier than she’d ever been.
And she could barely believe it.
Eddie grabbed her pink robe from its hook on the door & tied it around her. She ran her fingers through her slightly-damp hair, shaking it a little. Sliding back on her ring ( her wedding ring! ), she opened the door back into the room.
The motel she and Richie had booked for their honeymoon was obnoxiously campy. Every inch of the room was covered with hearts and roses, pinks and reds, cushions and fluff. It was like valentine’s day threw up all over the cheapest furniture & wallpaper one could find, tied it up with a bow, and slapped on a price tag worth 5x times the actual quality of your stay. But Richie thought it looked “romantic” and “sexy” so they booked it without a second thought.
(Which was new for Eddie; she was used to doing strenuous research on anything and everything before making a decision, but she was working on being more mellow these days).
And although the bed wasn’t as comfortable as the one they had at home and the shower seemed to get cold really fast, it wasn’t as bad as Eddie had expected.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Eddie quickly realized Richie was no longer laying across the bed where she’d left her. A light breeze fluttered curtains across the room. A small smile tugged at Eddie’s mouth and she rolled her eyes, making her way to slide through the open balcony door.
As she pushed the curtains aside, Richie turned to her with a big smile on her face. “Eddie baby!”
Richie was wearing a matching pajama set that was dotted with little hearts, the kind that cheesy couples in Hallmark movies would wear together. It was tacky and quite frankly unflattering, but Richie made it look hot (at least that’s what Eddie thought, and if you told her otherwise she’d tear you apart).
Eddie frowned and looked down at Richie’s feet. “The matching slippers, really?”
Richie kicked a foot up, as if to give both women a better look at the pom-pom adorned shoes on her feet, and put on her “refined British man who has definitely killed people“ voice, “I thought they looked quite dashing, my dear Edward. They seemed to be calling my name and who was I to say no?”
Eddie pushed Richie’s foot away and rolled her eyes again. “An unwise choice, if you ask me, Richard.”
Richie threw on a large grin, the kind that made her eyes go squinty underneath her glasses. “Oh, how you wound me! And I thought we were destined to be together forever, my love!”
“Cut it out, asshole,” Eddie giggled as she squished herself into the corner of the pink sofa that wrapped around the small balcony. She adjusted the many pillows that decorated its surface until she was comfortable, throwing one at Richie for good measure. She heard Richie gasp in faux offense as she caught the pillow and dropped onto the couch, opposite of Eddie.
“What’re you doing out here anyways?”
“Oh, you know. I just thought my wife would like to have a drink and take in the sight for a while before we head inside,” Richie gestured with her eyes down to the table in between them.
Two glasses filled with pink liquid sparkled from the table. Eddie knew they were the kind that Richie liked, the sweet, fruity ones, and the ones that Eddie was growing more fond of the more time she spent with Richie. The bottle, a cup of ice, and rest of the ingredients were sitting on a small tray next to them, in a puddle of liquid that made it even more obvious Richie had spent time mixing them herself.
Eddie smiled softly. “I think your wife would like that.”
Richie beamed as she handed Eddie one of the glasses. She took a small sip, the taste of strawberries strong.
“All this for me?”
Richie shrugged, “It’s nothing, really.”
They sat quietly for a few moments before Richie tried to put her feet across the table, nearly knocked off the tray of drink stuff, and Eddie taking it inside the room to avoid any accidents.
When Eddie returned, Richie had resumed resting her legs across the table. Eddie sighed, amused, and snuck her way back into her corner. She picked her drink back up and turned to stare out at the sunset. Red and pink. Ironic. Even the sky matched their obnoxious room.
“Hey, Eds?”
The softness of Richie’s voice surprised Eddie. She tilted her head to look at the other women, who seemed to be staring at her with hearts in her eyes.
“Can you believe we’re married?”
Instead of answering right away, Eddie scooted over on the couch until she was pressed against Richie’s side. She locked her arm around the other’s and pressed a kiss to her hand.
“Absolutely not. It doesn’t feel real, but I’m so, so happy it is.” Eddie tilted Richie’s face until her eyes met hers. “I wouldn’t wanna spend the rest of my life with anyone else. You’re everything, Richie Tozier-Kaspbrak. You’re my everything.”
Richie smiled and pulled Eddie in until their lips locked. Eddie moved her arm from Richie’s to wrap around her neck, deepening the embrace. This is what Eddie wanted for the rest of her life. She knew it when she started dating Richie, she knew it when she proposed, and she knew it now. And she was sure she’d know it forever and ever and ever.
Richie pulled away and laughed, sticking her tongue out. “I’m your everything? Do you really mean it, spaghetti, my love?”
She punched her on the arm (softly, they were having a moment). “Duh, asshole! You better get used to it, you’re never getting rid of me.”
Richie laughed again and squeezed Eddie’s thigh. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
They sat that way for a while, limbs tangled, and took in the setting sun. Who needed a Vegas honeymoon, like Bev had suggested, when they could have this? Peace and quiet, in the brightest, most obnoxious place Eddie had ever stepped foot in. It was perfect, in every way. Edith Kaspbrak maybe would’ve wanted things differently, but Eddie Tozier-Kaspbrak was satisfied and excited about her new life.
Richie yawned, making a large effort to do so dramatically, and kissed Eddie’s cheek. “Ready to head in for the night?”
Eddie scoffed, “I didn’t realize it was four a.m. already, it’s past your bedtime.”
Richie gasped. “Bitch! It’s barely eight! But can you blame me for being exhausted? We did just get married and I don’t think I’ve recovered from my massive hangover.”
“You had, like, 2 drinks the whole night, Rich. We all made sure you didn’t get blackout drunk like you talk about in your sets.”
“Puh-lease, I haven’t talked about getting blackout drunk since before I started writing my own stuff, so technically I wasn’t even talking about it.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Eddie, please, don’t argue with me, it’s hurting my head.”
Richie rested her hand against her forehead like a damsel in a fairytale night before she faints. She smirked, and let her eyelids fall.
Despite herself, Eddie giggled. “Cut it out, you’re not even funny.”
“That’s not what your mom-“
“Shut up!” Eddie burst out laughing. “You know what? I am ready to go to bed, maybe I can get some quiet from you for a few hours.”
Feigning hurt, Richie offered her hand to Eddie, who accepted. They gathered their abandoned glasses off the table and walked hand-in-hand back into their room.
Richie kicked off her slippers and jumped onto the bed. She flopped onto her side and put her arms out, an invitation. Eddie sighed and jumped onto the bed, falling into her wife’s arms. The bed creaked underneath them as they giggled, wrapped in each other’s arms. They rolled around until they finally were able to pull the blanket overtop of them, still not breaking their touch. The heart shaped pillows that were littered against the matching headboard were tossed across the room until there was space for their heads. The two settled in, their bodies pressed against each other.
Eddie let out a deep breath. Richie followed.
“I love you so much, Eds.”
“I love you too, asshole.”
And with that, the Tozier-Kaspbrak’s set in for their third night as wives.