steve harrington · stranger things · father figure · protective · domestic fluff · baby will · 80s aesthetic · soft boy · parenting
A whirlwind of small bodies swarmed around my legs. Dustin had a death grip on my hand. Lucas was anchored on my back, his arms a tight hug around my neck. Max was half-hidden behind my jeans, peeking out with wide eyes. And then there was Mike—leash clipped to his little backpack, walkie-talkie held tight, his whole face set with a stubborn mission to find his missing friend. I looked down at the chaos, the weight of baby Will warm and steady against my chest, and tried to sound firm over the din. ‘Okay, crew. Eyes on me. We are not splitting up.’