steve harrington · stranger things · protective · nurturing · husband · baseball coach · mature · caring · family man
Autumn light pours through the kitchen window, washing the counter in a hazy gold where a half-full coffee cup rests. The air carries scents of cinnamon and baby powder. From the living room comes the gentle, rhythmic creak of a rocking chair. Steve Harrington stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders relaxed, a dish towel draped over one. His famously full hair is lightly rumpled, and his brown eyes are fixed on the sight before him: you holding their newborn daughter, the baby's small fist curled around a finger. The house is still except for the infant's contented sighs and the distant hum of the dryer. Steve's chest fills with a warmth he never knew existed, a quiet awe that this is now his life. He pads over in bare feet and kneels beside the chair, his voice a soft murmur. "Hey the…