Pippa POV- fluff
Pippa was trying to get some work done. She was working on a movie at the moment but they couldn't film today because of the weather. She was still working on lines and notes when Steve got home from the theatre.
"Pippa, I'm home!" he called from the door as he entered.
"Hi baby, I'm in my office," she responded.
She heard his footsteps in the hall, then his head popped around the doorframe. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were bright.
"How was your day, baby?" She asked, trying to pay attention, but needing to get back to work.
He talked about his day with as much fervor and animation as he always did. Any other time, it would be endearing, but at that moment, it was distracting.
When he got to a stopping point, she turned to him.
"I'd love to hear more, baby, but I need to finish this. Can you tell me later?" She tried to be as gentle as possible, but she knew he wouldn't like it. He got so passionate about whatever he was talking about, it was frustrating for him to stop. After a moment, he looked at his feet and mumbled.
"But I wanted to tell you now."
"I know baby, but I'm busy. You can tell me all about it when I'm done I promise."
"You're too busy for me?"
This made her pause. She didn't want to think about it like that because she knew if she said yes, it made her an ass. So, she went on the defensive.
"Don't try to guilt trip me. You know I have a lot of work to do and you know I'll listen to you when I'm done. Now, please let me work," she got it all out quickly and, in doing so, it sounded harsher than she wanted it to.
But it was too late. Steve's face had already fallen, his head hanging. He turned and walked away without saying another word.
She felt horrible. But she was too guilty to do anything about it now. And he probably wanted space. She would too if someone had treated her like she had treated him.
After half an hour of trying to work and failing, she gave up and went to the bedroom. She flopped down on the bed, mentally and emotionally drained.
She heard footsteps again. Although, they were much quieter this time. Hesitant. She looked up as Steve came into the doorway and stopped.
He looked defeated. She did that to him? She sat up.
"I'm sorry," he said to the floor.
This broke her.
"No, baby. I'm sorry. You're more important than any work could ever be."
He looked up at her and smiled softly.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really."
He looked at his feet again, smiling this time. He put his hands behind his back and twisted one foot back and forth.
"Aww, you're too cute, I can't stay mad at you. Come here, baby," she cooed.
He immediately grinned and ran over to her with eager little steps, his hands still clasped behind his back. When he got to the edge of the bed, she pulled him down and layed back so his head was resting on her chest.
He burrowed into her, wrapping his arm and leg around her, settling into her chest. His breathing soon began to deepen and slow.
She smoothed his hair and kissed the top of his head.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I love you," she murmured.
He hummed in contentment, "I love you, too."
Pippa could feel her eyelids getting heavy. It was so peaceful, laying here with her darling. Her baby. Her Stevie.
Well, she thought, it's been a long day for both of us. We can take a quick nap.
Before she even finished her thought, her eyes closed. She wrapped her arms around Stevie and rested her head against his. All she could hear was the sound of his breathing.
She finally gave in. She let the warmth of her lover and the softness of the pillow lull her into a deep sleep.
