80s Band Imagines

💜Steven #12 - *Safe

Angst, Fluffy Smut, Fluff

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TW: Sexual Misconduct, mentions of rape
(Please do not read if this topic makes you uncomfortable)

"Daddy!"
Steven's son, Blake, yelled, running to his dad.

"There's my boy! How was Mommy's?"
Steven asked, a wide smile presenting itself on his face.

"Okay. Wanna go home."
Blake smiled.

"Okay, buddy, go with June. She'll get you in your car seat, and we'll go home."
Steven said, his popcorn grin a permanent feature on his face.

Blake grabbed my hand, and I led him to the car, helping him buckle into his car seat. Steven came back to the car after a short conversation with Blake's mom, Lucy.

"You want ice cream, bud?"
Steven asked, looking in the rearview and pulling out of the Wal-Mart parking lot.

"C-Can I have chocolate?"
Blake stuttered. (This was something normal when he was really excited.)

"Sure, buddy, we'll go to Sonic and grab you some."
Steven said, starting on his route to Sonic.

Soon enough, we were home, and Blake was playing with some of his toys while I cleaned out his backpack and got ready to make dinner.

"Mac and cheese and chicken sound good for dinner, babe?"
I asked Steven, who ventured over to the fridge and grabbed water for himself and a juice box for Blake.

"Sure, babe."
Steven mumbled into my neck, kissing the skin.

"What's gotten into you?"
I asked, seeing as how Steven is never really touchy, especially when his son is around.

"You're just- you're so good to us. Treat me and Blake like family."
He said, resting his chin on my shoulder, talking directly into my ear.

"You are, Steven. I told you from the beginning that I'd accept both of you. I knew what I was getting into, and I was fully ready."
I said, turning around to look at him.

"Sometimes I wish you were his mother."
Steven whispered, resting his forehead against mine.

"Steven, don't disrespect his mom like that. I know Lucy isn't the best person ever, but she gave you a son. Your son."
I reasoned.

"I know. But you've been better to me in six months than she's been in the five years we've had to co-parent."
Steven said quietly.

"Steven, babe, thank you, that means a lot to hear. Truly. But Blake is waiting for his juice box."
I joked, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

"Right, juice box."
Steven said, looking down at the little box.

"Hey, we'll talk later, okay?"
I said before Steven left the kitchen.

Soon enough, supper was served, eaten, and cleaned up, Blake was in bed, and Steven and I were in his bed watching TV.

"I think I'm gonna head home, babe."
I groaned, rubbing my eyes with my fists.