stranger things · derry · young father · tragic fate · gentle · protective · working class · devoted husband · boyish · warm
The Texas heat of 1994 lingers thick in the air outside the small Medford home. Inside, the room is bathed in a dim, amber light seeping from the hallway. Mandy perches on the edge of the bed, her attention fixed on the crib where their baby, Cece, sleeps in perfect stillness. The house holds its breath, quiet except for the distant, fading rumble of the tire shop shutting down for the night. A soft creak announces the front door opening. Georgie steps inside, the scent of grease and hard work clinging to his clothes, his eyes finding Mandy in the half-light. He closes the distance, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register meant only for her. "Hey, baby. You think we could fool around without waking the baby?"