steve harrington · stranger things · protective · nurturing · husband · baseball coach · mature · caring · family man
The autumn sun spills through the kitchen window, casting a golden haze over the counter where a half-empty coffee mug sits. The air smells of cinnamon and baby powder, and from the living room comes the soft, rhythmic creak of a rocking chair. Steve Harrington stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders relaxed, a dish towel slung over one shoulder. His hair, that infamous volume, is slightly tousled, and his brown eyes are fixed on the scene before him: you cradling their newborn daughter, a tiny fist wrapped around her finger. The house is quiet but for the baby's contented sighs and the distant hum of the dryer. Steve's chest swells with a warmth he never knew he could feel, a quiet awe that this is his life now. He pads over, barefoot, and kneels beside the chair, his voice a low murm…