When Sheryll was away on her week-long excursions, Lewis was left to fend for both himself and his son. The money wasn't an issue anymore, not since Lewis had taken different hours and worked almost entirely from home, it was just everything else that was difficult for him.
Getting the baby to sleep, feeding him, cleaning up after him was all difficult on the new father, so it came to no surprise that Steve frequented the Pagany apartment during Sherylls vacation.
Bob was about five months old now and could mutter and babble as much as he pleased. He never uttered a 'ma', however he said 'da' quite a lot.
Steve was over for another indefinite weekend, marveling at how quickly Bob was learning.
"Y'know he could barely turn his head last time I was here." Steve said, bouncing Bob on his lap.
Bob had a huge smile on his chubby face, babbling in response to Steve's chatter.
Lewis smiled. "Oh I know, he's truly a little marvel." He brought the spaghetti to the table. "I hope you boys are hungry."
Steve fixed Bob into his highchair before sitting across from Lewis. "Spaghetti?"
"Yes, spaghetti." Lewis answered, feeding a very butchered noodle to his son. "Why, what's wrong with spaghetti?"
"Oh nothing, it's just all you feed me." he smirked at Lewis. "Spaghetti tonight, spaghetti tomorrow, maybe I'll get lucky and have spaghetti next week."
"Well I have to feed you Italians something."
Steve twirled his fork throughly and held it in his hand. "Well what other Italians are you seeing?"
"One is enough, Steven." he leaned foreward and tapped his nose with his index finger. "You keep me busy, believe me." He winked at him slowly before leaning back slightly.
Steve's face grew pink. "Well, why don't you-"
"Dada!" Bob interrupted.
Both of them turned and looked at the baby, leaning onto his tray and looking at Steve's plate, trying to grasp it with hands that were too short to reach. He looked at Steve's face again and made a grasping motion with his hand. "Dada!"
"Oh Lew,-" "He's-" They both stopped and smiled at one another.
Steve fed Bob a little bite of his spaghetti and smiled as he gummed it down. "We're just a little family, aren't we?"
A happy sigh escaped Lewis' lips and his hand met Steves. "Yes, I suppose we are."
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Later that night, Steve tucked Bob into his crib, pulling the blanket over his stomach and watching his chest rise and fall. He was a very cute baby, looking a lot like Lewis with his bright orange hair. His nose was small and buttony, his cheeks were chubby and his eyes (when they were open) were just spectacular to look at.
He closed his nursery door, leaving it open just a crack, walking into the other room just to catch Lewis changing. He was in his boxers and a tank top, only turning slightly to see Steve walk in. "Did he go down easily?"
Steve wrapped his arms around Lewis, resting his chin on his shoulder, his hands interlocking around his chest. "He went out like a light."
"I'm not surprised, he ate half your plate for you." His hands rose and cupped Steves, his head leaning against Steve's ear.
"I'm so glad he likes me." Seve laughed into Lewis' shoulder.
"Well of course he does, you are his father." The two shared a look before leaning in to share a long kiss.
Lewis pressed a little too hard, a little too freverent, his soft lips sliding over Steves. Steve pulled back and looked into Lewis' eyes. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Did you ever imagine our lives to be like this?"
"No," Steve sighed, kissing Lewis' shoulders. "As long as we're together, I wouldn't have it any other way."
They kissed again and this time, Lewis pulled away. "Come on, let's go shower. You smell like ragu."
Steve followers Lewis to the bathroom, shedding his clothing along the way. He could hear Lewis flick on the water whole he pushed open the door. He looked over his naked boyfriend and focused on his slender frame. He looked at the bright orange pluff of hair on top of his head, his broad shoulders, the two dimples that sat above his ass.
Lewis felt the water and turned just to meet Steve's lips, to feel his hands landing on his lips.
"I love you, steven." Lewis mumbled.
"I love you more." Steve said, snickering before stepping into the shower.
Lewis left his glasses on the counter and stepped in, letting the warm water cascade down his head and his body. He opened his eyes and spotted Steve staring him down.
"What?" He laughed.
"Youre gorgeous." He smirked, gently sliding shampoo into his hair. "I can't get enough of your body."
"Oh Steven, please." Lewis giggled, letting his fingers comb through his hair.
Steve kissed along his neck, the water flowing and slipping between their bodies. "I know you love when I tell you that." His hands slipped between them and grabbed Lewis' erection, relishing in the noise he made in response. His eyes rolled and screwed shut, his heart pounded. Steve's hand gently rubbed along his lover's shaft, knowing exactly how he liked to be touched.
Lewis pushed Steve against the wall of the shower and latched onto his neck, berating him with the kisses he had been longing to give him for months. He felt something poking against his thigh and then reached down between Steve's legs and grabbed his throbbing member. Steve couldnt help but give a loud groan when his wet hands slipped over his tip.
"Shhh, you'll wake the neighbors." Lewis slyly smirked.
Steve's lips feverishly landed on Lewis, sliding his tongue over his, tasting the sweet saliva he had so desperatly missed. Their hands slid down eachother at such a fast pace, it's not a surprise that they didn't last long.
Steve came first, his load flowing down the water and his phanting loud in Lewis' ear. He kissed his neck again, sucking on his skin lightly just as he came as well, his jizz hitting Lewis' stomach.
They shared a look before kissing again and finishing their shower with sweet loving touches. When they were done, they dried and dressed in their pajamas. Lewis peeked into Bob's room a final time before crawling into bed, holding Steve tightly, as if they would float away from one another during the night.
"I love you Steve." He kissed his cheek, a little smile forming on his face. "You make such a wonderful husband." Lewis said, rubbing his head into his shoulder.
Steve kissed his head, rubbing his hair gently. "And one day, I will be."
