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Steddie | 2.3k | first part

“Okay, what was that?” Gareth asks the moment they are inside the room they are using as a dressing room for tonight.

“What was what,” Eddie answers.

“You know damn well what I mean.”

Eddie doesn’t answer, putting his best poker face on.

“That weird mating ritual you have been performing with the boy in the front row the whole night, maybe?” Jeff adds.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Eddie says, his voice flat as he tries to avoid the other’s gazes. He takes a towel to dab at his forehead.

“Come on, man,” Freak butts in, “you told him to stay after the concert, you have told Chrissy to get them here. We said we were not going to be that kind of band, that we were going to be like My Chemical Romance: no groupies and after concert dnd sessions.”

“Yeah, if you go with that guy what happens to our dnd session.”

“We can play dnd any other day, okay?” Eddie snaps, his hands stretched in front of him. A part of him thinks he looks like that meme of Chris Pratt in front of the dinosaurs, the other part of him detests that he thought of him. “I will make it up to you.”

“Who are you and what have you done to our DM?” Freak asks, his voice serious.

“Yeah, what is this talk about postponing dnd for some boy?” Gareth adds, there is something in his tone Eddie doesn’t like.

“Some boy? Some boy? Am I the only one with eyes in this fucking band? He is the hottest person that has laid eyes on me and I’m not letting you fuckers take that opportunity from me for one session of dnd or I swear to God I am killing every one of your characters.”

The boys don’t answer, they look at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“Wow” a voice says from behind Eddie.

He doesn’t recognize the voice but the expressions on the rest of the band in front of him make him freeze. They go from slightly annoyed to wary and to bemused. Mainly a mix of all at the same time.

The sounds of steps approaching them break the silence that had fallen in the room, before a voice finishes breaking it.

“How does dnd work with you nerds anyway, are you all bards or what?”

The boys drop their mouths open. Eddie still doesn’t recognize the voice, but there is only one person it can belong to. He sounds just as good as he had imagined. Eddie is honestly afraid of turning around after what the boy- Steve- has surely heard.

“Don’t pay attention to him,” a woman’s voice says. There’s the sound of a hit and a quiet ‘ow’ from Steve under it. “He is just trying to sound all confident after whining-“

“Robin.”

“Telling me to not get my hopes up because he probably wasn’t anyone important and you just did this every concert-“

“Robin.”

“But of course he is the luckiest bitch in this planet and has his instant crush reciprocated and-“

“Enough!”

There are some muffled noises that Eddie can only guess are the girl trying to continue speaking. He wishes she wouldn’t stop. His knight in shining armour may be embarrassed, but the rant has put a smile on Eddie’s face, has given him confidence again. He crosses his legs and turns around slowly, his hands coming up beside him.

“By all means, let her continue.”

The adonis, the hottest man that has laid eyes on him, his knight in shining armour, Steve takes his hand away from the girl’s mouth and rubs it on his jeans. Eddie can only guess the girl has licked it. God he wants to be her so bad right now.

“Hey,” Steve says, his hand coming up for a small wave. “Sorry about Robin.”

“No need for that. I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” Steve answers with a cocky smile as he crosses his arms.

“Oh and now you are acting all full of yourself as if you didn’t ask for the name of the band like 20 times 2 hours ago.” Robin says.

“Will you please just shut the fuck up?” Steve asks with the confidence only a best friend can have.

“Not a fan then?” Eddie asks amused.

“Not really my scene,” Steve answers. There is a scoff behind Eddie, and if he wasn’t so lost in Steve’s brown eyes, he may have moved to swat whoever it was. “But I sure am a fan now.”

There is now a groan behind Eddie, but he can only focus on the way his heart jumps at the words, the way Steve’s mouth lifts in one side in a smirk, how his eyes spark.

“I can get you front row tickets to all the gigs, baby.”

There’s a gagging noise being Eddie, and this time he does turn around to swat at Gareth. The little shit just laughs at him.

When he turns back towards Steve he is looking between them with a smile on his lips and he looks- damn- he’s been looking beautiful since he saw him at the beginning of the concert that night, but now his hair is a mess from the almost two hours of sweating and moving around and Eddie’s on stage confidence is slowly being replaced by his fast beating heart.

“Look man I-“ Steve starts, “I don’t want to be a problem,” he adds, glancing behind Eddie as he bites his lip. The girl next to him- Robin- turns to him with an incredulous look on her eyes that Eddie is sure mirrors his own. “But you are hot, I want to take you on a date, and the others wanted to meet you.”

Robin rolls her eyes and looks at Eddie with an eyebrow up.

“The others?” Eddie manages to say, just before he remembers the teenagers around Steve all night.

“Yeah, they are with Chrissy, I asked them to give us five minutes before coming.”

Eddie is about to say something, maybe ask about the date Steve mentioned, but in a second the door is filled with said teenagers, the one with the curly hair in the middle of it.

“YOU GUYS ARE LEGENDS!” he exclaims. It makes Eddie less annoyed about being interrupted. No one has really called them legends before, they have just surpassed 150k listeners in Spotify.

It feels good hearing it.

The dressing room fills with chatter fast, the boys and the teenagers getting along without problem. They take photos, talk about music, about their instruments, about their dnd tradition. The bad part of it all is that Eddie gets separated from Steve. He catches his eye at some point and Steve sends a little wave his way that he answers. He is talking with Robin and Chrissy and, by what Eddie can hear, Chrissy is getting every video Robin has managed to get of Eddie’s and Steve’s interactions through the concert, even a closer video of the kiss than the one Chrissy managed to get. From what he can hear, she wants to post everything on their social media before ‘someone else does and steals the chance at going viral from them’.

Eddie doesn’t know how he feels about posting Steve like that, Eddie should have probably thought, about that before making out with the guy in front of all their audience. But he seems completely comfortable with all of it. Eddie guesses that comes with being as hot as Steve is and knowing it.

It’s some time later, enough that Eddie knows they won’t be able to stay much longer in the venue, that he finally has a chance to slip away. It’s perfect, he has just seen Steve leave the dressing room, probably in search of the toilet, and Gareth and the curly hair boy he has learned is called Dustin are so deep in conversation they don’t notice him stepping away from them and leaving too.

He catches Steve just as he is leaving the toilet. Eddie doesn’t stop to answer Steve’s surprised ‘oh, hey’ that turns into a more surprised ‘woah’ as Eddie pushes him back into the toilet and closes the door behind him.

“Hey” Eddie finally greets. Steve only looks at the closed door behind Eddie and then at him again with what Eddie hopes is amusement. God, he really hopes it’s amusement, he is just not realising how creepy this looks. “So, about that date.”

“Couldn’t wait until I came back?”

“No. I mean, yes.” Why is it so difficult to talk with a pretty boy? Eddie takes a deep breath, composes himself. Theatrics, he is good with those, they make him confident. “I was suffering, being deprived from your company by your companions, and didn’t have another option.”

Steve squints his eyes, “so you decided to have the date in the toilet?”

“What? No.”

Steve takes a step closer to Eddie so now their chests are almost touching. It hadn’t downed on Eddie before how they are almost the same height. It feels very important now when he has Steve’s face right in front of him, when he can look directly at his eyes, at how they drift down to Eddie’s lips. When his inevitably drift to Steve’s lips, the boy is biting his lower lip. “Eager.”

Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat, he may have miscalculated this. There’s something he wanted to say. “No, I-“

Steve chuckles, takes a step back. “Relax dude. I know you haven’t really agreed to the date yet, we got interrupted and all that.” Eddie is about to speak, to agree a thousand times to the date, but Steve keeps talking. “You just offered to buy me a couple of drinks and called me hot,” he smiles when he says that.

“I want the date.” Eddie says before Steve can keep talking, “as soon as possible.”

Steve steps back closer. “Eager.”

“We are leaving on tour, won’t be back for three months.” Eddie explains before all his brain functions completely shut down.

“I can wait three months.”

“I can’t.”

The next second Steve’s lips are on his, his hands are on his hair, and it only takes a second for Eddie’s to do the same. Steve is even a better kisser than he was in front of the audience. Steve pushes him against the door, brings a hand to his hip, pushes one of his legs between Eddie’s. Eddie just groans and lets himself be pushed and moved. Kissed. “Fuck,” he whispers when Steve pulls away for breath. Steve smiles, takes one of Eddie’s hands in his, and kisses him again. It’s so sweet and filthy at the same time Eddie might cry, but he just moves his hips forward, and Steve answers in kind, grinding against him and getting a groan out of both of them. Maybe the rockstars that hook up with people after concerts are onto something. Though Eddie doubts he would want to do this with someone that is not Steve.

A knock on the door startles them both, Robin’s voice coming from the other side.

“Steve?” Steve and Eddie stop kissing to look at each other in silence, their eyes wide. “Chrissy said we need to leave already and you’ve been in there so long I started to worry you were kidnapped. Wait, you are in there, right? Also, have you seen Eddie? He disappeared.” Steve moves, an innocent thing that has his groin brushing against Eddie’s. And he is only a man. He moans. “WAIT! Are you both in there? GROSS.”

Steve snorts, making Eddie smile. They can hear a couple of steps moving away from the door before they come back and there is a bang on the door.

“Steve! Come out you dingus, have you forgotten about your pack of kids?”

Steve lets out a whispered ‘fuck’ before he looks at Eddie with an apology in his eyes. Eddie lets himself be moved away from the door so Steve can open it to talk to his friend outside.

“Hey.”

Eddie opens the door more so he can also fit in the gap, Steve sends him a look, smiles at his appearance, and then looks at Robin again.

“Hey” Eddie greets too. Robin is looking at them and there is no hiding what they have been doing. She can surely see their bruised lips, their wild hair. Eddie just prays she doesn’t look down and sees the bulge in his pants.

“You two are gross, was making me see that once tonight not enough?”

“You have not really seen it this time,” Steve points.

“Still.”

“You are the one that came to interrupt.”

“And for a good reason! Your kids.”

“What about the kids,” Eddie asks.

“He promised to take them home.” Robin says.

“I promised to take them home.” Steve says at the same time, a resigned tone in his voice. He turns to Eddie, his brown eyes sad, and pinches his nose.

“Can’t she take them home?” Eddie points to Robin, and they both turn towards her again.

Robin takes a breath, stops, looks at them, looks at them, sees the tent in Eddie’s pants. Grimaces.

“FINE,” she agrees, and Eddie grins. “But you owe me. Big time.” She adds pointing at Steve.

“I’ll give you ice cream for life.” Steve says. It must be an inside joke because it makes Robin roll her eyes.

“Give me your car keys at least. Rockstar here can drive you home, can’t he?”

“I’ll have him home before eleven.” Eddie swears with a hand on his chest. The other two stare at him in silence. “A.m.” he adds.

“You heard him.” Steve says while handing Robin his keys.

“Okay,” Robin answers. She takes a step back. “Have fun.” She takes a couple of steps away before she turns around. “Use protection, he is a rockstar, we don’t know where his thing has been.”

“Hey,” Eddie protests, but Robin is already running away.

“She is kinda right.” Steve says with a shrug. Eddie purses his lips. “But I have an idea on where it can be in the near future.”

“Lead the way.”

Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s.

#i think that after this they end up not actually doing anything #they just find a 24h pizza place and have a date #laugh a lot. get grease all over themselves. make heart eyes. make out a bit more...#but they dont do anything else #they exchange numbers and text constantly those three months #and are disgustingly in love for the rest of time #the others dont know what to feel about it #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #my writings

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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I love Coach and Kitten and Ev!

Batting Practice Part 21 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley finds you having a panic attack on your bathroom floor, and he just knows Danny treated you as badly as he treated Everett. You start making your plans to move on. Bradley starts making plans for the rest of his life.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut and swearing

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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Bradley wasn't sure what he expected to find when he got to your house, but the sight of you hyperventilating on your bathroom floor was worse than anything else he had imagined. You were wearing your suit from work, sobbing and clutching your hands to your chest.

"Oh, Kitten. I'm here." He dropped to the floor next to you and kissed your tear streaked cheeks as he pulled you into his arms so you weren't lying on the hard floor.

You were sobbing so hard, your entire body was shaking. Bradley kept trying to wipe your tears away, but more and more fell in their place. Whatever Danny said or did to you, it was unacceptable. And Bradley had a feeling that he might be heading over to Mission Beach to give him another piece of his mind after he left your house once you calmed down.

"Bradley," you gasped, teeth chattering as he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back.

"I'm here, Kitten," he promised, but the body wrenching sobs were back now as you shook your head against his chest. Your fists were clenched tight, and he was just trying to help you get your breathing even so you could talk to him. "I love you, baby. Take your time."

A few minutes later, you eased yourself away from him, hiccupping and taking deep breaths. Your voice was hoarse and filled with sorrow as you told him, "Danny doesn't want Everett."

Bradley's brow was furrowed as he ran his hands along your arms and helped you remove your suit jacket. He already knew Danny couldn't be bothered spending time with Everett, but he didn't know how to respond to you right now.

You said it again. "Danny doesn't want Everett." Your eyes were red and glassy, and you were staring past him at nothing. "I went to his place after work, and he told me he's not going to pay child support."

Bradley took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead. "You and Ev don't need him. You're better off without him."

You sniffed and shook your head as Bradley ran his thumbs along your cheeks. "No, you don't understand. Danny doesn't want Everett! When I threatened him with a lawyer, he told me that Ev and I can just fuck off." You closed your eyes against the wave of new tears as you whispered, "He hates us enough that he wants to relinquish custody. He wants me to make that happen."

Oh. Shit.

"Come here," Bradley coaxed until you were sitting in his lap, fists still clenched.

"I'm a horrible mom," you sobbed, and Bradley thought his heart was going to break. "I kept making him spend time with his dad, over and over again, and Danny doesn't even want him."

"Kitten."

"What's wrong with Everett?" you asked softly. "Why doesn't his own dad want to spend time with him? I can understand Danny hating me, but this doesn't make any sense. I can't understand it."

Bradley kissed your forehead. "You're a wonderful mom, Kitten. But Danny has never been good enough for you. And that's his problem."

Bradley held you tight so your lips were brushing his neck when you spoke, but your voice was miserable. "I left my son with his own father for the day, but Danny doesn't even want him. He was smoking pot the whole time."

Bradley could feel the weight of your words as you spoke. He wanted to make you feel better. Needed you to understand that this was all your ex's problem, and that it had nothing to do with your ability to be a good parent. "He's selfish, baby. And he's literally so fucking dumb. You and Everett are perfect."

You wiped your eyes on his shirt and mumbled, "I'm such a mess, Bradley. I tried so hard to give Everett everything he deserves, but I don't know what else to do. I wouldn't even blame you if you wanted to bail on us, honestly."

"Kitten," Bradley said, coaxing your chin up so you were looking at him. "You have it together. More than anyone else I know. You're not a mess. You're a good mom. You're already the best girlfriend I've ever had. And I'm not going anywhere."

You sniffed and wiped at your tears again, and that's when Bradley saw that you had your necklace in your fist. The paw print he'd given to you. Then he noticed that you had some abrasions on the side of your neck where your necklace should have been, and he wrapped his arms around you a little tighter.

"What happened to your necklace?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

You sucked in a breath. "Don't be mad, but it broke. I'll get it fixed! I still have the charm!"

Bradley closed his eyes and shook his head. "I'm not mad, Kitten. Did Danny break it?" When you were quiet for a moment, he whispered, "I can see that the skin on your neck is scraped up."

"It was my fault," you told him. "He was pushing me toward the front door, trying to get me to leave his house. His fingers must have gotten tangled, and then I turned around and-"

"Danny had his hands on you? On your neck?" Bradley was no longer able to stay calm. "Are you kidding me right now?"

He was going to go over there and beat the shit out of Danny. Just like he should have when he picked Everett up yesterday. Bradley started to stand up, but you came with him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"What are you doing? I didn't mean to make you mad."

And then he realized that if he did what he really wanted to do right now, he was going to cause more damage for you to deal with. He would just be upsetting you further. "I'm not mad at you. You're so damn sweet, Kitten. Always thinking of everyone else. I don't think there's anything you could do that would make me mad. But if Danny touched you today, that's unacceptable, okay? I will not allow that."

"Bradley."

"No. I won't allow him to hurt you or Everett. In any way. Turns out I can't stand the sight of either of you crying. Now promise me you won't go over to Danny's again without me. I need you to promise me."

You nodded and said, "I promise." And then Bradley collected your necklace from your hand and pocketed it before he kissed the scrapes on the side of your neck.

"You don't need him," Bradley whispered against your skin, pleading with you to understand. "You and Everett... you're better than anything. Anyone. Okay? And if Danny wants to give up custody, I think you should let him."

You just looked up at him in misery. "I don't know what the lawyer will tell me to do." Your voice was barely audible. "Ev won't have a dad."

Bradley didn't know what to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn't say it as he held you in his arms in the middle of your bathroom. "He's not worth it. He's never been a good dad. And you have Molly, and she would do anything for the two of you. Right? I know she would." You nodded at him, and Bradley ran his fingers along the side of your neck. "And you have me."

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You let Bradley help you get undressed and get into the bathtub. He filled the tub with bubbles and kissed your forehead about a million times, and then he offered to order you dinner while he sat on your bathroom floor looking impossibly perfect.

"I want pizza. Junk food will help me feel better," you told him, and there was a soft smile touching your lips now. Bradley was making everything better and easier.

"I'll order it now," he said, looking up the phone number of your favorite place that delivered.

You already knew that you needed to let Danny go. But having a panic attack and crying for an hour on your bathroom floor had been a necessary part of coming to terms with it. And now you were emotionally worn out, but your body was buzzing with energy as Bradley ordered both of you dinner with his credit card.

"It will be here soon, Kitten. And then we can cuddle and talk more. If you want."

You nodded. "I want."

Bradley smiled at you before he went to the kitchen to get some plates out for the food. You looked around your bathroom as you soaked in the tub. Briefly you wondered how much stuff Bradley had that he would bring with him if he moved in. He probably wouldn't even want to move in here. It was further from the naval base than his apartment was, and he was used to having his own space. He'd never know a moment of peace again with you and Everett all over him all the time.

When you heard your doorbell, you took your time getting out of the tub. Your eyes were burning from crying so much, but you were feeling a lot better now. You were planning on contacting the lawyer this week. Molly had apparently been doing research on the best ones in San Diego for years, and she had given you a list.

But first you had to have a conversation with Everett about Danny. And perhaps that's what you were dreading more than anything else. Your son was going to grow up knowing that his father did not want him. Your lovable, amazing, sweet, perfect child.

Before you could start crying again, you dried off and changed into some soft lounge pants and a tee shirt. Then you went downstairs to find Bradley opening the pizza box, and he welcomed you right into his arms.

"I opened a beer. Wasn't sure if you wanted one," he murmured against your hair. You took a sip of his before getting yourself some water, and then you ended up curled up on the couch with Bradley and some slices of pizza.

"How did Ev do at practice earlier?" you asked, sad you had missed it to go deal with Danny instead.

"He's really very good, Kitten. And he's just going to keep getting better, because he loves the game."

Your heart swelled with happiness. "He keeps talking about practicing with you all summer."

Bradley finished chewing his pizza crust before he said, "About that. You'll have to let me know which days work for you once he's out of school for break. I need to teach him all about the different positions, and I can't wait. I'm probably more excited than he is."

You smiled at him. This was the kind of interaction that Everett deserved. Bradley was completely right: Danny wasn't worth your time or effort.

"You look like you're feeling a lot better," Bradley told you, kissing your cheek.

"I am," you promised. "I'm just trying my best to process everything."

You set the plates aside on the table and straddled Bradley's lap. He didn't say anything, rather he just rubbed your thighs with his big, warm hands, waiting for you to say what you needed to.

You focused on the sincerity in his brown eyes as you said, "I know this is for the best. I know that Danny was never really a father to begin with, even when we were married. But part of me has always felt like I'm letting Ev down by it just being the two of us. Especially when Danny just lives across town. My child deserves everything. The entire world. And I guess in my head I thought that meant a dad who wants to be involved."

Bradley's eyes settled on the abrasion on your neck where your necklace should have been. "Yeah, but Kitten... isn't it better to just have a mom who loves him more than life itself? He doesn't need a dad like Danny. Everett is so smart, he knows Danny is a dick. He can tell."

You could feel your eyes welling up with fresh tears. "I never should have made him go over there," you whispered. "He didn't deserve that."

"Everett deserves you. And he knows how much you love him."

You nodded and kissed Bradley before your tears could fall. This was the first time you had ever been in love. You'd been married for several years, and you could say with certainty that you'd never been in love before this. Before Bradley. "You make us both happy, Coach. You know that?"

He kissed your lips, and the prickle of his mustache had you smiling like it always did. "I don't deserve you. You're too perfect," he whispered. You kissed him softly, and he didn't rush anything, but when you guided his hands up inside your baggy tee shirt, he slid them along your sides.

Bradley pulled you even closer, and you reveled in the feel of his rough hands all over your skin. When he brought his right hand around to stroke your breasts with his knuckles, your eyes drifted closed.

"I love you, Kitten. I love everything about you. Let me take you upstairs? Show you how you deserve to be loved?"

You nodded and mumbled, "Yes," and Bradley had you in his arms. He carried you upstairs and gently set you down in bed. When he climbed in next to you, he ran his fingers along your arm and kissed your nose.

"You keep saying Ev deserves everything. But you do, too." His hand was warm on your skin as he rubbed your side and pulled you closer to him. "I don't know if I'm good enough for you, but I'm yours."

Then you rolled onto your back and pulled him on top of you with a smile. "You're more than good enough." You arched your back off the bed so Bradley could pull your shirt off, but when you reached for his, he held your hands above your head.

"Just let me," he whispered, his mustache brushing along your neck as he spoke. So you kept your hands on your pillow and let him touch and kiss you. Everywhere. It felt like hours or maybe days. His lips and mouth and rough hands. He was in no hurry when he finally reached for the drawstring of your lounge pants.

"Bradley." His brown eyes met yours as he kissed your bent knee and removed every last bit of your clothing. When you reached for him, he came willingly, and you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed him.

"I love you, Kitten." And with one more press of his lips to yours, he eased his muscular body back down so he was kissing you just below your belly button. You sighed softly and let him spread your legs wide so he could taste you. And you just let him take care of you. Because he was so good at it.

When you came on his face with one foot pressed to his shoulder and one leg wrapped around his back, he smiled up at you. "I'll do it again."

Your moans filled your bedroom, and after he got you off twice, you couldn't stop smiling. "Come here," you demanded softly, needing to taste yourself on his lips.

It took some coaxing as Bradley told you, "I just wanted to make you feel good," but eventually you got his jeans and underwear off.

"This is definitely going to make me feel good," you promised, and then you took care of him, too.

You were on the verge of falling asleep, draped across his body. All your tears from earlier over Danny and on Everett's behalf had exhausted you. But when Bradley offered to go pick Everett up from Molly's house if it would make you feel better to have him at home, you opened your eyes.

"No," you whispered. "I need to think about how I'm going to tell him that his dad is going to be completely out of his life soon. And maybe he'll be okay with that right now, but he's going to have to deal with knowing that forever." Bradley nodded and kissed your forehead as you added, "Plus Molly lets him do whatever he wants, so he'd be mad if I had him come home now."

He held you close and asked, "Do you want me to stay?"

"Yes."

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You were dreading picking up Everett from school on Tuesday. You had made a decision about how you wanted to broach the topic of Danny, but you would have rather done anything else instead. The only thing that sent you running for the elevator at the end of the day was Frank headed in your direction. You pretended like you didn't see him, and then you dashed through the lobby and out to your car.

As soon as you picked Everett up, he was rambling on about school and tee ball and his coaches and his upcoming birthday. "Do you think Aunt Molly got us good tickets? She won't tell me where we are sitting. Only that Coach Bob is coming too."

You smiled at him in the rear view mirror. "I'm sure she got the best seats, Ev."

"Like where we sat with Coach Bradley?"

But as you pulled into your driveway, you cleared your throat. "Ev, we really need to talk about something else, okay?"

"Okay," he said before unbuckling and heading for the front door ahead of you. As soon as he was inside, he was searching the kitchen for a snack, but you didn't want to lose your momentum.

"Ev, sweetie, it's about your dad."

You watched your son pause in front of the open refrigerator and turn to look at you. His eyes were wide with concern. "Didn't Coach Bradley talk to you? I don't want to go back there."

"Ev," you whispered, closing the refrigerator and pulling him in for a hug.

But he was immediately hysterical. "Please! Mommy, I hate it there!"

"Ev, you don't have to go."

"Promise?"

You knelt down on the floor in front of him and nodded. "How would you feel if I told you that you didn't have to see your dad anymore?"

Your son's open expression of hope had your heart clenching painfully. "Good. I don't want to see him."

But that was the response from a first grader. You knew that someday you would have to explain to a much older child or maybe even an adult where things had gone wrong. But you weren't even sure if you could do that. Because you still couldn't wrap your mind around the fact that this perfect kid's dad didn't want him around.

"You won't have to see him anymore," you whispered, hugging him to your chest.

He hugged you back, his small but strong body warm against you. "That's good, because we can do more stuff together or with Aunt Molly. Or with Coach Bradley." And then he was back to digging in the refrigerator for a snack.

Your sister had promised you a million times in the past day that she would always be around to help you with anything you needed. She promised she would be around for Everett. She promised you that Danny should be the least of your concerns right now. So you wrote out a check for the lawyer you found on Molly's list.

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Bradley got a text from you on Wednesday morning at work asking if you wanted to get pizza with everyone tomorrow night after the final tee ball practice of the season. He had already been planning on spending that entire evening with you and Everett, but if you wanted to get pizza, that was fine with him.

"Nat. Pizza tomorrow night?" he asked as he zipped up his flight suit.

"With your little family?" she asked with a smirk.

"Yeah," he replied smoothly. "And Bob's."

"Huh?" Bob asked, looking up from his newspaper and cup of coffee.

Nat's laughter echoed through the hangar before she said, "Bob, your future sister-in-law and nephew want to know if you're available to get pizza for dinner tomorrow."

"Oh," he said, nodding. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'm not sure what Molly's schedule is like, but I'll go." But Bob was now blushing profusely, and Bradley knew that Nat was going to jump all over him for it.

"What's on your mind, Bob?" she asked sweetly. "You look a little pink."

"N-No," he stammered. "It's just that... well, Molly is going to try to switch to mostly daytime shifts eventually."

"Then why are you blushing?" Nat demanded, smacking him lightly on the cheek.

Bob tried to adjust his glasses and actually made them more crooked. "It's. Well. I asked her to move in with me."

Nat screamed at the same time Bradley said, "Good for you, Bob."

"She said she would," Bob whispered, smiling as Nat made him slosh his coffee onto his hand.

And when the three of them got called to the tarmac, Bob was still smiling and still blushing. And Bradley was thinking that perhaps all the things he wanted to do with you could actually be done as well. Maybe moving quickly wasn't a bad thing when you knew you were in love.

As soon as he landed and headed out for the day, Bradley drove to a jeweler who told him that he'd be able to fix your paw print necklace and chain. While he waited for the repairs and engraving to be completed, his eyes caught on a case of diamond engagement rings.

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Buy it, Coach! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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