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whoahoney · 2 years ago

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Not the Babysitter Pt. 4

Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

Summary: Steve falls in love with a single mother and her young daughter

CW: SMUT (body worship, praise -good girl, p in v, cream pie, titty play, fingering, oral-m receiving, multiple orgasms), insecure reader (body image) Steve can’t shut up during sex, fluff, love confession, lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: this concludes this little series! But I’m not done with them lol, I will take one shot requests for this little universe if anyone would like to send them in 🤍 thank you all so much for reading, liking, sharing, and commenting! I can’t believe how many people enjoy my obscure daydreams. Every interaction warms my heart and makes my day 🥺💖🫶🏻

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When Steve made it to her room, he leaned over the foot of the bed to lay her back before connecting their lips again. He crawled over her like a predator as she backed up to the headboard, his warm body already caging her in. Steve could hardly contain his smile as he started working at her clothes like gift wrapping. Y/n’s heart practically rattled inside her chest at the mere thought of seeing Steve, let alone touching him. But then she remembered he’d see her too.

Before he could get too far, Y/n lifted the hem of his shirt, which he absolutely loved and obliged with a smile; stripping it off and throwing it carelessly across the room. “C’mere, pretty…” he whispered as he pulled her by the waist to press her to his bare chest.

He leaned back down into her kiss, her hands caressing his neck, trailing down to roam his chest and back up over his freckled shoulders. Steve inched a hand under her shirt, melting at the silky expanse of her lower back. Before he could slip his hand around to the front of her, she caught his wrist, breaking the kiss and sending panic through Steve.

“What is it? Do you—“ Steve started, withdrawing his hand and sitting up, Y/n following him and grabbing his hands before he could go too far. “No, no, no, it isn’t you—I didn’t mean to stop you.” She shook her head before he relaxed and leaned back over her with questions in his eyes.

“Then what’s wrong? If you’re having second thoughts we don’t have to. ” He dipped his face down, touching his nose to hers assuringly, “We can take things slow.”

“It’s not that, it’s just... I haven’t been… physically intimate with anyone since I had Sara, so its… a little unnerving. Especially when you look the way you do.” She looked away from Steve, loathing herself for ruining the moment.

“What do you mean?” He cocked his head, his honey eyes soft and set with concern. He waited patiently above her, no plans to move until she told him to.

“I mean, I have a wrinkly pouch where she used to live,” she put a hand to the lower part of her stomach, feeling the loose doughy skin squish between her fingers, “my skin looks like I’ve been mauled in several places—not to mention my tits have literally had the life sucked out of them. I don’t look like a 20 year old girl is supposed to, Steve. It’s embarrassing.” She closed her eyes this time, hiding the best she could. “And you—king Steve— have probably had a lot better than—“

“Y/n, baby, look at me.” He pleaded quietly, tenderly holding her cheek. She hesitantly opened her eyes and leaned into his palm. “You do realize you’ve made a whole person, right?” He asked without waiting for an answer. “You also realize that this,” he slowly pushed up the hem of her shirt to expose the soft skin of her stomach—stopping it right under her breasts, then curled his fingers over the waist of her shorts and panties, looking to her tentatively; waiting for her to stop him.

When she didn’t, he undid and pulled down one side of her shorts to see her waist and hip, slowly caressing the curve with his hand flat against her. “This is the body of a woman. A certifiable—” He kisses her lips wetly, sliding his hand underneath her to feel the rest of her back and grinding down onto her front softly. “—mother I’d love to fuck.” He chuckled against her lips when he felt her smile.

“Since I first saw you I wanted to bury my face right here—“ he pressed his hand flat against her stomach below her belly button, “—and lick you til you’re begging me to go lower.” He whispered, stroking a loopy pattern on her skin with his thumb as he leaned in for another sweet and juicy kiss, taking her lips between his.

He pulled back before she could moan, “I think it’s sexy that you’re a good mom, I don’t know how else to explain it,” her hand found his hair when he pulled her in for another soft yet desperate kiss, “You’re caring, and real, and beautiful, and… you make me feel so good.” He groaned and devoured her neck as he rutted against her. Y/n grew wet at the praise, her breathing deepening. “You’ve ruined all other women for me, you know that?“ He panted into her. “You’re it for me, honey.”

She froze again, her breath catching as she thought. She realized this was it, she didn’t have to hold back from him anymore—she’d given him every reason any other guy had chosen to leave, and yet those same reasons are why Steve has stuck around.

Because he’s Steve, and whether that meant he was perfect for Y/n or perfect in general, it didn’t matter — because it felt like he was just for her.

She tilted her chin up for another kiss, licking into his mouth and exploring his bare body further until she needed to rid herself of her shirt and bra before she lost her nerve, not caring to unclasp it and stripping it off over her head with her shirt before letting Steve pull her bottoms the rest of the way off.

There she lay, bare and naked underneath him. Steve sat back on his heels for a moment; his hands rubbing up and down her legs at first and then up and over her hips and chest, making her gasp softly and reach for his belt loops to pull him closer. “Hold on, I’m looking…” he whispered reverently, his breath heavy and eyes wide, darting all across her body as his hands roamed and made himself familiar with the textures of her skin and contours of her perfect body.

“Baby, you’re so soft…” He whispered as he lowered his face to her chest, kissing her sternum wetly. “And you smell so sweet!” He practically whined as he resumed his affections and returned to her neck, planting hungry kisses along her collarbones and throat which sent her into hysteric giggles and moans for him.

“Fuck! Th-that tickles.” She managed.

Steve smirked at the reaction and started grinding his denim clad crotch onto her bare cunt until she could only cry for him to come closer.

“Stevie, c’mere.” She mumbled against him as she sat up to his height on her knees. She undid his pants, taking care to rub his cock achingly slow through his boxers until she pulled desperate whines from his lips and sent his hips thrusting into her hand, then stripped the layers off for good.

His hands snaked around her waist and down to her ass to grab it in handfuls, grunting softly against her neck in a kiss. “Fuck you’re so sexy.” She tilted her head, surrendering to his touch—to his love. Y/n’s hands slid up through his chest hair to run her fingernails down against the back of his neck, which almost made him shudder, saving himself with a careful sigh as he caught her almost smug face.

“Hey.” He said, calling her attention back to him.

She looked back up at him and smiled when she saw that same dazed puppy look she always found set on her, and then he leaned in and kissed her deep and sweet.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered urgently, willing her to believe him.

“So are you.” She answered, and knew he meant it.

Y/n daringly reached down between them to stroke him again, admiring the length and thickness of his shaft, the sensation bringing his kisses to a halt as she pulled a moan from him. “Sit back,” She whispered to him with satisfaction.

He immediately obliged and sat back, leaning on his elbows behind him toward the end of the bed. Y/n situated herself between his legs, her hands on either side of his hips. “You’ve been so good to me, honey,” She preened before hooking her arm under his leg to prop it up a bit and kissing the inside of his thigh, the sight and feeling sending an electric pulse to his core.

“Can I thank you?” She whispered against his hip before spending a sloppy kiss there and wrapping her fingers around his dick to pump it slowly.

Steve’s breathing grew deep and unsteady, nodding his head feverishly. Y/n wasted no time and started a slow and wet strip up the bottom of his shaft and suckling the slit when she got to the tip, Steve’s eyes never leaving her the whole time.

She wrapped her lips around his head, as if it were a tootsie pop from the bank. Steve’s hands found her hair, gathering it for her while she took care of him. Y/n spat on her hand and gently massaged his balls before sliding her mouth over his member again to bob up and down fluidly, setting a brutal pace from the start.

Steve jumped and started spewing strings of praise at the pleasure, “Oh, baby, that’s it. You’re so good, such a good girl for me.” while she did her best to fit it all without choking.

Y/n went as far down as she could, using her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit down at the base. Steve mewled at the feeling, his hips involuntarily bucking towards her face.

This didn’t faze Y/n the way Steve feared it would. Instead she used one hand to push down on his hip, her nails pressing crescent indentions into his skin, which only made him pulse at the tip.

“—Stopstopstop!” He urged through heavy breathing. Y/n jerked back, her eyes wide with the fear that she did something wrong. He smiled at her panicked eyes and pulled her closer, her face held in his hands, starting sweet kisses at her jaw before speaking, “As much as I love feeling your mouth, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been dreaming of other things,” He said it against her skin like it wouldn’t send her spiraling.

He pulled her flush against his chest, greeting her closeness with another kiss, “Can I have it?” Steve whispered sensually in her ear before cupping her sex, making her shudder and whine at the sudden pressure. She ground her hips against his fingers that waited at her opening. He let her use him for a minute, watching down with starry blown out eyes and a dumbstruck look on his face.

“I wanna hear it, baby.” He urged, slipping a finger into her folds to start slow circles around her clit.

“Yes, yeah, just keep doing that, Steve, please.” She whined, clinging to him desperately.

“You like it when I touch you here?” He asked, pressing down on her heat.

Y/n’s words caught in her throat, only able to give an “Mhm.” and a nod. Steve hastily flipped them over, “I know, baby you’re soaked.” He mumbled against her lips in a kiss. She reached out for his cock, ripping a gasp from his lips as she dragged it through her wet folds and nudging her clit with him. He followed her silent instruction and brought a hand up to play with her pebbled nipple, which sent her over the edge in no time.

She didn’t realize how close she was to the orgasm until it hit her, the warmth rushing through her body, forcing her brow into a crinkle as ungodly sounds left her and she gyrated against him ravenously. Steve watched the whole time as she came undone, a wriggling mess against him, her pretty noises sending more pleasure to his cock.

Y/n came down from the high, panting softly against his neck while he kissed up her jaw and to her ear. “You’re so hot, using me like that,” pulling another involuntary whine from her lips as he kissed her. “Think you can do it on my dick this time?” He asked, guiding her back over his lap.

Y/n nodded eagerly with a heavy lidded smile, “Ridings my favorite.” She bit her lip at Steve’s enthusiastic reaction, his cock tensing at her words. “D-do you have condoms?” He asked, seriousness flooding his voice, praying they wouldn’t have to stop here.

Y/n scoffed and pushed Steve down by his chest to fully recline. “I’m on the pill, pretty boy. S’that okay?” She asked, Steve nodding before she was even done asking, “Besides, I’m allergic to latex. That’s kind of how I ended up with a kid in the first place.” She joked before sliding down onto him, the sudden warmth and pressure of his dick bottoming out in one go had him practically busting, her hot and silky walls clenching around him as she began rocking.

“—Don’t move for a sec, holy shit.” He panted, hands holding her hips in place. His grip sat tight enough to leave a couple bruises, not that Y/n minded. She couldn’t help but grin at how pathetic he looked underneath her; absolute putty in her hands. She subtly rocked her hips, ever so discreetly, keeping the warm, burning ache at bay as she sat on him. “You’re so wet—fuck!—and warm, baby.”

After a moment, Steve collected himself and opened his eyes to look at her fully comfortable and perched on top of him, patiently waiting for his say-so. “You ready?” She whispered, leaning close to his face and allowing her hands to rest on his chest and shoulder. Steve nodded quickly before pulling her into another kiss.

Y/n quickly found her rhythm bouncing on Steve’s cock, the friction between their bodies sending Steve to the moon, his heart beat so fast he thought it may explode but he really didn’t care.

Profanities spilled from him as he reached peak pleasure inside of her, “Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yes! Oh shit.” He exclaimed, his eyes screwed shut with strain. Steve moved her hips in time with his final thrusts, taking care to grind her clit down on his mound until she was a breathless mess all over again, mewling his name.

“Steve! Steve, I’m gonna cum,”

“Cum for me, pretty girl—wanna feel it.” He said, looking up at her, reaching a hand up to squeeze her breast while she fucked herself on his dick; still hard inside. Y/n’s eyes fell closed as Steve began slamming up into her, the added movement to her effort practically beating against her cervix, forcing out tumbling wanton moans with every thrust

Her head fell back as she ground her cunt back and forth again, feeling his hands grip her doughy hips and move her himself—hitting that delectable, filling place inside of her. He loved the noises she made for him; it made him feel special in the same way he made her feel chosen.

Steve decided to feed into her pleasure by showering her with more praises; “M’pretty girl takes my cock so well, you’re so good, Y/n, so fucking good.” He said, his voice louder than before, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Y/n’s movements slowed the more cock drunk she became, her eyes glossy and desperate and blown out and set on him which delighted Steve immensely. “C’mere, let me take care of you.” He whispered and flipped them back over to rest her on her pillows at the head of the bed, crawling back on top of her and bringing her leg up and over his shoulder. He stroked the area right above her knee as he slid back in with ease.

His hand flew to her clit before he started thrusting again, rubbing her sex slowly. “You like that?” Steve asked, planting a kiss next to her knee. Y/n whined pathetically and nodded, desperate for another release. “Does your tummy hurt?” He asked in false commiseration and leaned down closer to her; making the angle even more delectable.

She nodded vigorously, a euphoric sob escaping her lips at the thought of the pressure growing in her stomach. “I’m gonna make it feel better, okay?” He cooed against her lips as he began to thrust faster and play with the slick around her clit.

Y/n opened her eyes to look at him, his watching hers in awe. “Cum for me, baby, let me have it, huh?” He pleaded as if she was doing him a favor, like she couldn’t do anything better than to give him one more orgasm.

His incessant pleas were the last of her undoing, the knot snapping in her stomach, the ecstasy washing over her in pulsing waves as she cried out for him one last time.

Steve embraced her and pulled her into his chest, stroking the length of her back and mussing her hair to the side to expose one side of her neck. He planted a saccharine kiss in the crook of her shoulder, a tired smile worn by both of them.

“I was right,” Steve said through fast and deep breaths. Y/n pulled up enough to see his face and shoot him a questioning look. “You’ve ruined all other women for me.” He said with a shrug and pecked her forehead before getting up and fetching a towel.

Y/n, feeling like a puddle of a human being, splayed on top of her sheets, her heart still pounding and pussy still swollen, wondering if this is real life. She raise her head off the bed, craning her neck to look into the bathroom, admiring his naked body that rivaled ancient art while he cleaned himself.

Steve walked back to her, a fresh towel in hand and hearts shining in his eyes at the woman he so admired—loved, even.

“Here, let me?” he offered the towel in front of her leaking cunt, looking to her before touching. She nodded, biting back a shy smile, not used to the courtesies she’s been shown this evening.

When he was done, Steve tossed the towel on the floor, and didn’t hesitate to lean back down and plant kisses all over her face and neck, holding her hands in his against the pillow. The only sounds that came from them were giggles and smooches, ignoring the feeling of their skin adhering together from the sheen coating them.

Steve flopped down next to her, his hands pulling her onto his chest and stroking her back and tangling her hair between his fingers. “You’re incredible.” He breathed, a smile unwavering from his face.

“Me? What about you?? No one’s ever made me feel like that before.” She beamed at him from his chest. Steve brought a hand lightly down the back of her head, running her hair underneath his fingers. “Yeah, well, I can say the same thing.” He said with that earnest look in his eye from before.

She buried her nose in his neck, taking in his natural scent—sticky with the sex they shared and remnants of lingering cologne and her soap. She didn’t want to close her eyes yet, finding it hard to stop staring at any part of him.

So she didn’t.

She traced his being with her eyes as discreetly as she could. She loved his chest, how broad and strong it felt beneath her hands, how soft and warm he kept her as he held her firmly in his arms like he wouldn’t let her get away even if she wanted to.

While she was counting the amount of freckles and moles sprinkled across his torso, she felt his his breaths get longer, and heard the quietest snore slip from his gaping lips. She tilted her chin up to assess his profile, his eyes were closed, his skin still glowing from the filmy sheen clinging to both of them, the tousled strands of hair that fell over his forehead looked so effortlessly beautiful it made her almost jealous of him.

And then she remembered he was hers, and that made up for it.

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They shared a lazy morning in bed, Steve waking first to find himself somewhere unfamiliar, and then he felt the tickle of her hair at his shoulder and neck. He smiled to himself, a deep inhale to stifle a yawn while he stretched roused her sleeping body. She lulled her head over to him and rolled closer to his side.

“G’morning.” He mumbled, hoping his breath wasn’t as rancid as he worried it was.

She opened her eyes and smiled at his quiet greeting and stretched her legs with a quiet groan, pushing her chest into his side as she did. “Good morning, pretty boy.” She sighed and buried her nails in his hair, combing it away from his face, giving him a little head scratch that sent him reeling.

“Mmm, I could get used to this,” He mumbled as he rolled towards her, “that’s the stuff. Keep ‘em comin’” He requested as his eyes fell back closed.

She chuckled adoringly and obliged him until she got lost in his beauty again. As her ministrations slowed, he could feel her gaze on him. He peeked towards her to find her eyes on him. Their noses were mere inches apart, but not for long until Steve leaned forward and pressed the first of many morning kisses to her lips.

When Y/n’s mom dropped Sara off, the two were more than ready to see her. They were so caught up in each other and the idea of Sara coming home that they didn’t even think about Steve meeting Ms. L/n.

“Mommy! Steeb!” Sara yelled as she ran through the front door. Y/n expected Sara to run to her as she always did, but quickly found the little girl veering to the left and into Steve’s waiting embrace. Y/n watched on with a gaping mouth before she turned to look at her mom doing the same.

“Oh! Mom, this is—“

“—Hi, Steve Harrington, it’s such a pleasure to meet you.” He said brightly with an extended hand, Sara perched in his other arm with an unrelenting squeeze around his neck and shoulders.

Ms. L/n looked at Y/n with an approving smile, “The pleasure is mine, Steve, I have heard so much about you from the girls—“

“—Okay, Mom, that’s enough—How are you gonna give Steeb all the loves?!” She asked Sara incredulously. The little girl giggled madly and hid the best she could into Steve’s neck. Y/n peeked over Steve’s shoulder menacingly, but not before he could turn Sara away from her, using himself as a shield, “She chose me!” He insisted.

“Sara Jane! Give your mama a kiss.” Y/n jokingly ordered. Sara peeked over his shoulder and leaned towards her mom. Steve moved Sara closer to Y/n, smiling when he watched their matching sets of lips meet for a tender greeting and a loud mmmwuah. Sara smiled with her tiny square teeth, their placement a mirror of her mother’s.

“I missed you, baby.” Y/n said to Sara, carding a tender hand through the silky hair atop her little girl’s head. “I watched Jem!” Is all she said back.

Y/n’s mom didn’t miss for a second the way Steve looked at both of her little loves, completely enthralled in the way they interacted with each other, drinking in their voices and shared giggles.

Ms. L/n had never been a fan of Sara’s father, more relieved than anything when she found out he wouldn’t be involved. She was skeptical when she found out her daughter was seeing someone again, wondering how long it would be this time before he decided it was all too much, but it had been months.

The more she heard about this Steeb character, the more she worried it was too good to be true. Sara was older now, would she get hurt when the time came? It made her sick.

But seeing them here, now, the way Steve tended to Sara, how his eyes glossed and crinkled at the corners with a smile as he looked at Y/n, she could see they were headed to a beautiful place.

After Nana left, Sara showed Y/n and Steve a picture she drew while she was away; a picture of the three of them at the diner. “She even got my hair right!” He pointed to the brown blob atop the stick figures head. Y/n chuckled and took in the details, settled on Steve’s lap after Sara was asleep in her bed.

“And the blueberry syrup!” She pointed out the blue jar next to his plate on the crayola table. Steve chuckled and pointed at it, “Oh my god, she did! How does she remember all of this?” He asked in awe.

“Cause you take us there all the time.” She answered with a smile, her own heart melting at her words. Steve always wanted to go do something all together, and he always had the best ideas about what to do with Sara, lots of times running into other young families at their trips to the park, aquarium, and, museum, the innumerable restaurants, and baseball games they’d been to in the last months.

With each week that passed, Sara had grown more accustomed to Steve’s presence in her life, knowing she could count on an adventure every weekend, knowing his car when they took it places, preferring his lap instead of the couch when they were at home, insisting on his presence at dance class, knowing which snacks he liked at the store and more recently beginning to catch on that Steve would be over for dinner and be waiting for her at the table in the morning for breakfast.

This evening in particular, Y/n stood with Sara propped on her hip as she carefully peeked in the oven at the pie they’d made special for their favorite guy.

Steve had yet to arrive, his drive taking longer due to a shower at his place and grabbing clothes to take over. His room was a mess, having hardly been home in the past month, but he always had clean clothes since Y/n offered to wash and dry his them each visit. He made the last minute decision to stop at the grocery store on his way and grab a couple bundles of flowers for the girls.

The previous week, they’d taken Sara to Indianapolis to see the flower fields and had to remind her constantly that she couldn’t pick them, much to her dismay.

So Steve thought he’d bring her some of her own.

Y/n stood at the Victrola in the living room, picking through records to queue up for the evening. Sara loved music, disco being her favorite genre at the moment.

“Dance party!” She said, her outstretched arms and grabby fingers focused on the record in her mothers hands.

“Slow your roll, I’m putting it on, you can’t touch the needle til you’re taller, remember?”

Sara huffed, momentarily whiny before the front door opened, Steve stepping inside with the bundles he purchased. “Hidey hey hidey ho, ladies! How are my favorite girls?” He smiled as Sara embraced his leg and Y/n greeted him with a chaste peck on the lips.

“Stevie, what are those?” Y/n asked, finally taking notice of the flowers laying in his arms as if he were the winner of a beauty pageant.

“Oh, these old things?” He joked, holding the bundles out to her, “I saw these and figured I’d get you guys some flowers—especially after the flower fields, thought maybe she’d like to have some of her own.” He shrugged as if it were a no-brainer.

As if anyone would think to do that for her.

Y/n’s eyes prickled with tears, a tight and genuinely happy smile on her face trying to mask the utter joy and heartbreak she was experiencing at the same time.

“That is…so incredibly thoughtful, Steve. Thank you.” She said, threading her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him in til his forehead rested on hers, the affection making Steve lean into her like a cat.

‘Don’t say it’, she reminded herself, ‘Not yet.’

She took the bundles of brown paper to the kitchen to trim the stems and find vases.

For Sara’s bouquet, Y/n split it up into four sections and trimmed them short enough to fit in mason jars so she could have her flowers different places in the house.

With her own, she placed them in a gorgeous milk glass vase, one that looked like an heirloom, and set them on the end of the table; where she’d see them the most during the day.

She could hear Steve playing in the next room with the wooden building blocks, Sara giggling when Steve would use her T-Rex to knock them over. Y/n sighed dreamily at her flowers, mindlessly fluffing the filler and adjusting some of the placement.

She was startled out of her head when she felt his hands creep around her waist. “I’m glad you like them.” He whispered and placed a kiss where her neck meets her shoulder, which made her involuntarily giggle. Y/n turned to him in his embrace; her hands reaching for his face. “No one’s ever bought her flowers before.” She quietly confessed with a sad smile.

“Aw, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad,” he ran his thumb over her cheekbone, examining her eyes with worry. “No, no, no, I’m really happy!“ y/n smiled while adamantly shaking her head. “It only makes me sad because… I never thought this was possible. And it scares me.” Y/n shrugged without meeting his eye. It felt pathetic when it came from her lips, but not to Steve.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean, her own father didn’t even choose her. Mine didn’t choose me, either.” She took a grounding breath, “Ever since I got pregnant it’s been a never ending stream of people telling me about what I got myself into and how we’ll always be alone because no man will ever want a child that doesn’t belong to them, how even if they did, they’d end up disappointing me.“ She shrugged. Steve’s brows knit together as he listened carefully. “And now you’re here,” she said with feigned annoyance to keep herself from breaking down into sobs, “You do all the things—the stuff, well, you do the stuff you shouldn’t have to do. You want us-you actually want us. And you show up every time you say you will, do you know how big that is for me? And you just have this way with her, it’s almost ridiculous, you know? She’ll listen to you over me any day, and I never thought about how nice that could be. And I’m scared that it’s gonna stop. I keep waiting for you to disappoint me, Steve.”

Steve sighed and thought carefully about his response, unable to come up with anything coherent, “I never wanna disappoint you guys.” Steve wrapped her in a hug, hoping it would stop the tears he could see welling up in her eyes. Y/n sniffled out some laughter against his chest, his chin rested on top of her head as he closed his eyes in concentration;

‘Don’t say it. Not yet.’ His conscience reminded him.

“You have me.” Is all he mumbled. “M’not going anywhere.” Steve carefully ruffled her hair, taking in her smell before pulling away to lead her to the waiting dinner table. “Sare-Bear, you hungry?” He asked the small child in front of the television. Sara didn’t reply, just ran as fast as her little legs would carry her to her highchair that sat at the end of the table, opposite of the flowers.

Steve picked her up and set her in her chair before taking his own seat, Y/n beaming at him the whole time.

‘Don’t say it, not yet.’ She reminded herself.

Steve unwrapped the dinner rolls and placed one on everyone’s plates. Y/n followed suit and unwrapped the tinfoil top of the heaping plate, serving up the chicken she fried special for him. His eyes grew big, his irises flickering from the chicken to his girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

Who always cooked for him.

“Breast?” She asked, pulling him out of his mushy haze. “What?— oh, yes, please!” He shook his head and held his plate out excitedly. “Do you want green beans?” He asked her eagerly, an extra flutter to his heart beat.

“No, thank you, but do you mind giving some to Sara?” She asked as she unfolded her napkin to spread in her lap. Steve looked to his little friend in the high chair next to him, patiently waiting for her food to be prepared.

“Greenie beanies?” He asked simply, holding up a heaping spoonful to put in front of her.

“Peas!” She chirped happily.

“We don’t have peas, though, just green beans…” Steve said unsurely, looking at the greens he’d put on her tray. Y/n snickered as she piled some mashed potatoes in front of Sara and then herself, “She means ‘please’, but I think it’s awful sweet you call them ‘greenie beanies’.” She chuckled.

Steve flushed, his cheeks pink at the realization he was talking like his mom did to him when he was little—something he didn’t think about for a long, long time. “What? I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He speared some on his fork and shoved them in his mouth, cheeks flushed as his girlfriend continued her giggles.

“I can’t call them green beans anymore, greenie beanies is just too cute.” She chuckled before taking a sip. Steve smiled softly, admiring the slope of her nose and lashes as she tilted the glass back. He happily spooned his own helping out onto his plate, his eyes drifting back to the two girls that had such a hold on his heart.

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The meal was comfortably quiet, the sounds of the tv in the next room played as forks and knives tapped against plates. Sara happily swung her bare feet and did her best to use her spoon on her mashed potatoes. Her face was practically smothered, which would make Steve cringe had it been another small child, but when it was Sara it was sweet. Especially after Y/n taught him that “messes are unavoidable at this age” and “most of the time they can be easily cleaned, sometimes I just have to take a few deep breaths first before I lose my cool.” He chuckled at the memory as Sara stuck a piece of shredded chicken between her teeth.

Y/n wiped the girl’s mouth with a napkin, her nurturing acts always caused a flutter in Steve’s chest. Sara shook her head in defiance, “Hold it right there, sister.” Y/n muttered lightly as she squished the toddlers cheeks together and cleaned her face of the starchy mash. “Bath time?” Y/n asked as she left her seat and lifted Sara from the confines of hers.

Sara shook her head and walked to the Victrola to point to her favorite record. “Dance party.” She pouted.

“Dance party?” Steve crinkled his brow in both amusement and confusion. “Oh, she just really likes to dance to this one song, but don’t worry about it, we’ll just play dance party another night, okay, honey?” She spoke to Sara softly as she tried to ease her to the hallway, though the toddler was determined to stay in her place. “Why no dance party?” Steve asked.

“We—uh, i-it’s—I,”

“C’mon, I love dance parties, I threw a lot of them back in my King Steve days.” He shrugged before stepping over to the records. “Which one is it?” He asked as he skimmed the shelves.

“Just, uh, hit play.” Y/n said, her face heating up from what’s about to unfold in front of her. Steve smiled and hit the power switch, Let’s Groove by Earth Wind and Fire boomed over the speaker as Sara squealed with delight and jumped up and down.

Steve smiled incredulously and looked to Y/n, “It’s her favorite song.” She shrugged and suppressed nervous laughter, her cheeks flushed. He nodded and began to roll and sway his shoulders to the beat before approaching Sara for a dance. “What a coincidence, it’s mine too.” He joked, spinning the little girl around as she clung to him in a fit of giggles.

Steve attempted his best jitterbug, making Sara squeal with joy as they jumped and spun around the room, his own laughter matching her enthusiasm.

That’s when it hit Y/n, in a menagerie of swelling horns and a funky groove, she realized she didn’t want to go without saying it anymore. She wanted to watch them dance to every song til Sara was tall and Steve was gray. She watched them spin around a while longer before she couldn’t resist holding it in any more. “Steve?” She said just above the music and Sara’s laughter.

Steve turned to face her, “Yeah?” the beautiful boy said, oblivious to the freight train about to hit him.

She thought of everything that could go wrong, how he could decide to walk out the door and have no obligation to her and her daughter whenever he felt like it. How he had the ability to walk away unscathed, to find someone else to make his own family with.

But she knew, at least liked to think, that he’d choose them too.

“I love you.” She nodded, content worn plainly on her face. Steve’s smile fell from his face momentarily, he shook his head lightly as if he didn’t understand over the booming music and joyful shrieks of the toddler in his arms.

He stepped closer to Y/n to be sure he wasn’t hearing things, but her eyes were fixed on him so dreamily there wasn’t any way the words he heard hadn’t come from her mouth.

“What’d you say?” He asked softly before leaning down towards her.

“Down, peas!” Sara reached for the floor, Steve stopped to set her down and then quickly stepped around the corner with his girl, closing in on Y/n til he was close enough to share the same air in their own little bubble.

He held her hands and kissed them, then leaned his forehead against hers, making it impossible for her to escape and for him to miss her repeat the words he craved to hear the most. He watched her lips intently, his thumb lying close to the corner of her mouth as if the words would only come out if he coaxed them. “Say it again, please?” He pleaded

“I-I said I love you, Steve.” She said to him quietly but strongly, her glossy eyes meeting his. “I love you t—,” He wanted to say more but he found himself cut short by his lips smashing lips hers at the shared confession.

The kiss was passionate, but not in a lustful sense. The lovers chased after one another’s kiss, as if to catch up for all the times they’d felt the need to say the three little words and didn’t.

“I love you.” He mumbled, too unbothered to pull back two inches to say it properly. “I love you.” she whispered against him like a vow— and to them it was

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