Written for the @steddiemicrofic May bonus birthday round for @wynnyfryd with the prompt "bottom". Happy birthday! :D
345 words | rating G
Tags: Parents Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, established relationship, Steve is a bartender, alcohol (but only in reference to using bartending tools to make non-alcoholic drinks)
Inspired by that video of the bartender entertaining his toddler that was circulating around a month ago!
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“Steve, what exactly are you doing right now?”
Steve glanced at Eddie as he arranged his tools on the counter.
“Fixing our little man a drink, what does it look like I’m doing?”
Said little man’s bottom was currently parked in his high chair. Xander’s attention was fixed entirely on Steve’s antics as he tossed a sippy cup behind his shoulder and caught it. Their son squealed in delight, banging his empty bowl on the tray.
Steve smiled. “Oh, you want something to tide you over? One second my good sir.”
Steve grabbed a bottle of juice, presenting the label to Xander then pouring a little into the sippy cup.
“Of course we can’t forget a touch of luxury.”
He grabbed a pair of tongs and rummaged around in a box of graham crackers for a second before placing one in the empty bowl while Xander was distracted with picking up the cup.
“And now for your order, one bottle shaken, not stirred, coming right up!”
Eddie smiled as Steve showed off, flipping the tongs back into his holster and using his bartender’s mixing spoon and jigger to measure out formula and water into a bottle. Closing it up, he shook the bottle up and down then side to side. Steve concluded the silly display with a final toss before spinning himself around.
“Tada! If the gentleman will indulge me—” Steve poured a drop onto his finger to taste.
He kissed the tips of his fingers. “Mwah, perfection! Please enjoy your drink this lovely evening, we will keep your tab open.”
Xander who had been gnawing wide-eyed on the graham cracker immediately rushed for the bottle with a “guh!”.
Eddie giggled before walking in to wrap his arms around his husband. “I think my dramatics have rubbed off on you hon. You’ve become 200% sillier since the baby was born.”
Steve poked Eddie’s nose in retaliation. “Oh please, I’m still plenty cool. Now, lemme fix you something up too.”
Eddie grinned and allowed himself to be drawn into the kitchen filled with happy toddler babbles.