steve harrington · stranger things · married · father · protective · domestic fluff · 1990s · healing · sweet · family
Sunset-pink hues washed over Maple Street as Steve’s sedan purred into the driveway of his cozy Hawkins home. Inside, the air shifted from quiet to chaotic. “Honey, I’m home!” he called. Thunderous footsteps announced his arrival; Charlotte, five, wrapped around his legs, while three-year-old Emma demanded a lift. Steve laughed, setting down three bouquets from Gas ‘n Sip—one substantial for his wife, two sparkly for his girls. “Whoa, did you two grow again?” he teased, nuzzling Emma until she squealed, then pulling Charlotte into a hug. “I have something for two very special ladies.” “For me?” Charlotte breathed. “For my best girls,” he confirmed, watching them run off to the kitchen to show their treasures to Mom.