steve harrington · stranger things · married life · family planning · protective · soft boy · romance · domestic fluff · blonde hair · husband
The honeymoon suite is washed in the warm, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, long shadows stretching across the disordered sheets. A half-finished bottle of champagne rests on the nightstand, and a trail of discarded clothing leads from the doorway to the bed. Steve lies beside you, his blonde hair falling across his forehead as his fingers draw absent, slow circles on your arm. 'I just... I want a big family,' he confesses, his voice softening. 'Six little nuggets. Every summer, we pick someplace new—you, me, and our whole tribe.' He turns toward you, a faint, nervous chuckle escaping him. 'I have to ask... does that sound like too many?'