#steve harrington x pregnant!reader

[luveline]

can we see more of the kisses before dinner au please? i love dad!steve sm

me too! TY for ur request, this is inspired by a video on ladbible where the kids hugs and it’s adorable <;3 kisses before dinner | pregnant!reader

You and Steve are so tired you're basically watching the girls self destruct. Sometimes there's just nothing you can do. 

Avery is sitting in her bean bag chair with a picture book. It's a wonder she can read at all in the noise. Dove is babbling loudly with a Teddy bear in one hand and Beth's baby blanket in the other. Beth is not happy about this at all. 

"Dove," she says, "it's my blankie." 

One of you should play mediator, but Steve's wiped from a full day of similar arguments and you're super pregnant. 

Steve rubs his cheek into the top of your shoulder, your arm against his chest as he tickles soft, sweet lines down the length of your naked skin. If the girls weren't as loud as they are, you'd be sleeping by now. 

"Why does Dove have Beth's blanket?" Steve whispers to you in defeat. 

"I don't know. Where's Dove's?" 

He whines like a kid and buries his face in your shoulder. "I don't know." 

You and Steve are good parents. Kind, loving, attentive. And you're human, too: one of you should go get Dove's blanket and separate the two youngest from each other before there's ructions, but you don't. 

You're both exhausted. 

Steve tries to save the day with as little effort required as possible. "Bethie, come and cuddle with me," he says, dropping your arm in favour of holding his own out to Beth. 

"I want my blankie," she says, lip wobbly. You wish she'd be petulant rather than heartbreaking, but Beth's never been one for attitude or outrage. 

"Dove, give blankie back to your sister," you say gently. 

Dove scowls. "No." 

"C'mon, be a good girl. Beth shares all her things with you, and she's only asking for her blankie. You have Teddy right there."

"No," she says, pulling the blanket and Teddy upward into her chest. 

Steve sits up and rubs your thigh as he does. "Do you want me to go get your blankie from the car?" 

"No." 

"So many no's," Avery says.

Steve has to raise his voice to be heard over your laughing. "Dove, you're not being nice to Beth, you know? That's not your blankie, sweetheart." 

Dove's face starts to change. Slowly, so slowly, her tiny features crumple, and her eyebrows pull together in indignation. She drops both Teddy and Beth's blankie and starts sobbing, the tantrum kind, little foot ready to stomp the floor. 

You and Steve are slow responders when it comes to stuff like this. You want to give her the room to come to grips with her big feelings before you try to fix it.

Beth takes her blankie cautiously, and Steve holds his arms out again to try and garner Dove's attention, maybe cuddle her through the meltdown. 

Beth beats him to it. 

"Dove," she says, putting blankie down on the floor. She tries to wrap her arms around Dove and gets pushed away. 

"Dove, don't cry, we will share," she says, trying for another hug. 

"No!" Dove says, her cries amping up into roughness. 

Beth takes a confused step backwards. 

You sit up beside Steve, his hand quick to press to the small of your back. 

Dove's crying pauses suddenly, quietening to a sniffle, and she turns to Beth. She opens her arms, and Beth immediately hugs her sister back, head slotting over her shoulder. 

"Don't cry," Beth says, sounding exactly like Steve does, "it's okay, Dove. You can have blankie if you want." 

Dove cries into Beth's shoulder. 

You and Steve are in similar states of awe, turning to share a slack-jawed look. 

Avery stands up from her bean bag and treks to Steve's side, patting his thigh until he pulls her up into her lap. 

"Did Dove get body-snatched?" she whispers in his ear. 

"No, and you don't know what that word means, because we told your uncle Eddie you aren't allowed to watch it," he says quietly, scared to disrupt Beth and Dove's cuddle. 

Avery beams at him. "We didn't watch it, dad, he just told me what happens." 

"Yeah? Great." He leans toward you. "Remind me that I'm mad at him the next time we see him." 

"Sure thing, baby." 

Your voice sounds far away, and when he looks at you properly you've a tear dripping down your cheek. 

He wraps his arm around you and tugs you toward his side, frowning. Pregnancy-brain makes you cry a lot, all the time, and as soon as he's touched you, you start to sob. Quietly, barely a sigh, but shoulder shaking sobs all the same. 

He can understand why you're crying — your girls love each other. It's amazing. But he wishes you wouldn't. 

"Holy heck," Avery says. "Everybody's crying." 

"Don't worry, Avey-baby," he says, infusing his tone with a bubbliness he doesn't feel, "mom's full of baby hormones and Dove's just tired. We'll all be much happier tomorrow." 

Beth's saying the same thing. "We can sit on the couch and watch the frame rabbit." 

"'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?'" Avery corrects. 

"Yeah, and dad will make the popcorn on top of the oven," Beth continues. 

She sounds exactly like Steve. That's his favourite trick, making stovetop popcorn to distract whoever it is that's upset. There's something magic to them about the popping. 

"Aw, Beth," he says, in time with your sobbing getting more intense. 

"Why did you do this to them?" you ask pleadingly, enough wits about you to sound at least somewhat joking. "They're so lovely." 

You sound like you're in physical pain. 

"Calm down," he says to you softly, hand rubbing your shoulder in a soothing back and forth. "Take a deep breath, honey." 

You take a deep breath, another. 

"Mom, do you want a hug too?" Avery asks. 

You nod and Avery climbs over Steve's legs into your lap. She curls her arms behind your head protectively. 

Steve watches as Beth peels away from Dove, four tiny hands interlocked. 

"So… who's gonna hug me?" he asks. 

"You have to make the popcorn, dad." 

"I have to make the popcorn." He laughs to himself. "Popcorn servant doesn't get any hugs. Typical." 

[harrywavycurly]

Now i wanna know how you’d do Steve getting told he’s gonna be a dad after a one night stand because he’d handle it so different than Eddie🥹🥹😍

Hiii babes!! So I don’t know why in this one I went more like you and Steve are friends with benefits kinda sorta and you’re besties with Eddie. Don’t ask why it’s just where my mind went 😂🙈 so enjoy💖

-masterlist here

*You have something you need to talk to Steve about and he just wants to see if this sweatshirt is yours*

[stvharrngton]

Dad!Steve being a dad of one child, and having reader pregnant with their second and heavily so, and his obsession with their tits during pregnancy makes him WILD. Like the sensitivity and how perky and round they are? That man will absolutely deliver a nipple orgasm with NO issue whatsoever due to the sensitivity and i stand by that. I need it. I can’t.

fuckfhdjkd okay

guy is already obsessed with your tits anyway but when you’re pregnant and they’re bigger? perkier? and super sensitive? BOY he will go insane

and one day you’re super horny because your hormones are driving you up the wall but you’re so heavily pregnant doing anything is just difficult and maybe you’re wearing a strappy top or something and the neckline is a little low so your cleavage is on show and steve is just like full on staring at your tits across the dining table or something lmao and he just goes nuts for it and he’s pressing himself against your side as he kisses up your neck and gropes your tits over your top and you arch into his chest and moan so loudly it just sends him into overdrive so he’s pulling your top and bra off and rolling your nipples in his finger and thumb and sucking and kissing over the soft skin of your chest and he sucks so harshly on one of your nipples and he can see you rubbing your thighs together at the sensation because it’s so hot and electric and very overwhelming and he’s cooing at you like ‘oh sweet girl, you need’ta cum huh?’ and ‘such a good girl, so pretty, love your tits, fuck’

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

steddie x afab!reader with a newborn headcanons

summary: steve and eddie’s baby girl is born and they won’t let her out of their sight

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and labor/birth, their daughter is named sophia (sophie) because that’s what me and my gf want to name our future daughter if we have one so i’m sorry if that’s your name, mentions of smut

part one | part three

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you live in hawkins in the 80s, so poly relationships are pretty uncommon and frowned upon. to make things easier usually only one of them goes to your appointments with you

before you found out the baby’s gender, everyone started making bets (it started by steve saying he knew it was a girl because of something he read in a parenting book about the way you were carrying)

(yes, steve buys parenting books. although a lot of the time he disagrees with what the books say to do so,, what’s the point of buying them?)

it was eddie’s turn to go to your appointment with you and he got so excited when he found out you were having a girl !!!

“i’m gonna be a girl dad!”

he’s so happy about it that you let him tell steve, and that conversation is actually the cutest thing ever, seeing them both smiling so widely and eddie bouncing up and down as he shares the news :((

surprisingly, labor was fairly easy for you and luckily there were no complications

(cue your two overprotective boyfriends panicking, while you have to be the calm one even though you’re the one in labor)

ten hours later and your little girl was born <33

it was obvious that she was eddie’s biologically because she was born with a full head of dark curls and his features mixed with yours, but steve didn’t care

she was still just as much his daughter as yours and eddie’s

everyone comes to the hospital to meet baby sophia munson <333

only dustin actually gets to hold her since mike and lucas and robin are all freaked out at the idea of holding a baby

steve already has pretty bad insomnia, so he’s always awake when sophie wakes up crying

she loves eddie playing guitar and singing for her, and you joke that she remembers it from during your pregnancy

eddie brings home this baby onesie

that starts his obsession with finding metal clothes for her. he gets her a leather jacket to match with him, cute little clothes with skull patterns, and even makes her a mini hellfire shirt

waking up in the morning surprised that you woke up naturally and not from sophie crying, and walking into her room to see steve talking to her and she’s giggling :(((

if you get postpartum body dysmorphia, they will not stop complementing you. “obviously your body looks different, you gave birth to a living, breathing human” and “you’re so strong and beautiful and amazing” and “we’re so lucky to have you, love” and “you’re so gorgeous”

calling sophie their princess and you their queen/king

she adores when eddie tells her stories. even if she doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he’s dramatic and makes funny voices and big gestures that make her smile so wide

the “mom steve” jokes triple now that he actually has a kid

steve starts to learn now to do different types of braids and long hair hairdos. he practices on you (if you have long enough hair) and eddie

“i have to be ready for when she’s older! who else will do it? clearly i’m the only one who should be in charge of teaching her proper hair care”

for the first two months after giving birth you refrain from having sex at doctor’s recommendation (you still enjoy watching them tho)

having your first date night since giving birth and leaving sophie with max (who wont admit that she likes the responsibility) and having the house to yourselves

they eat you out until your thighs shake from overstimulation, then take turns fucking you

[tbmunson]

Little Harrington - Steve x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You tell Steve you're pregnant with your guys' first child.

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff

WC: 1K

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You walked into Family Video with your hair curled and pinned back, dressed in a fancy blue blouse and black skirt. Your small heels clicked the floor as you looked around for him. Steve.

"Hey baby! How was work?" He called, peeking over the shelf he was stocking.

"Boring. Same shit, different day." You answered as you stepped towards him.

"Isn't it always?" He chuckled, opening his arms for you.

What Steve didn't know was that today was not any other day. Today you had an appointment with your doctor to confirm your suspected pregnancy. You hadn't said anything to Steve in case you were wrong. You knew he hoped for a family and you didn't want to get him excited for something that may not be true. With the confirmation and the ultrasound of your little nugget tucked away in your purse, you needed a plan.

"Yeah, is Robin here?" You asked, not seeing your short haired best friend.

He nodded and pointed to the 'EMPLOYEE ONLY' room that Keith never allowed you in. However, Keith wasn't here.

"Gotta go talk to her. I'll be right back" You kissed his cheek and turned to walk away. You were trying so hard to hide your excitement until the door closed behind you.

"Did you find out?" She asked, eyes wide and sandwich halfway to her mouth.

You nodded.

"And?"

"There's going to be a little Harrington running around in eight months." You could feel the tears welling in your eyes from excitement.

Robing squealed and dropped her sandwich on the table before jumping up and running to you. "How are you going to tell him?" She asked, wrapping her arms around you.

You laughed to keep the tears at bay. "I don't know. I think tonight I'll do something for him and this weekend maybe do a dinner party. Tell the rest of the crew. You're the first person so keep it secret." You warned, pointing a finger at her.

"The one you're going to have to warn is Steve. You know he can't keep secrets for shit." She laughed, finally going back to her sandwich.

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah I know." You shook your head as you walked towards the door. "I'll see you later." You pushed the door and hit something.

"Ouch, shit." Steve stumbled backwards holding his head where the door had hit him.

"Were you listening to us?" Your furrowed your brows and crossed your arms over your chest.

"No, no... I was. But! I didn't hear anything."

You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips. "Sometimes I think Eddie is more behaved than you, you know." You said, walking back towards the main floor.

"I just wanna know why you have a secret that I don't know." He said, reaching for your hips and pulling you into him.

You laughed and turned your head to look at him. "What do I tell the kids?" You asked, referring to the 6 kids you'd ended up befriending while saving the world, multiple times.

"In due time." Steve drones, rolling his eyes.

"Soon, baby. I promise. And leave Robin alone. She won't tell you." You leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, making him smile.

"Okay fine. Only because I love you." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you too. I'll see you at home."

***

Rather than cook, you'd picked up from Steve' favorite restaurant.

"Oh, wow. This must be some big secret." He laughed, coming up to hug you from behind.

You nodded and rested into him. "Yeah. I got you a present. Do you want it before or after dinner?" You rubbed his arm that was wrapped around you.

"Now please, now." He was immediate in his answer, no hesitation.

You laughed and stepped away from him. "Okay, fine." You walked to the living room and grabbed the box that held a single white newborn onesie and the ultrasound photos. When you turned to walk back to Steve you ran right into his chest.

"Sorry. I thought you wanted me to follow you." He chuckled, reaching out to steady you.

You smiled and handed him the box. "Sit." You instructed, pointing to the recliner the two of you would sit in regularly.

He did and looked up at you, waiting for you to tell him to open the box. Once he saw your nod of approval he dove in, snatching the lid off and tearing through the paper. Once his eyes landed on the contents he froze for a moment before looking up at you. "Are you serious?" He asked lowly, watching you hard.

You nodded and rested a hand on your belly.

Steve jumped up so fast, to wrap you in his arms as tears formed in his eyes. "I love you so much. Oh wow." He then dropped to his knees and pressed a kiss to your barely there, easily hidden pregnancy belly. "And I love you."

Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you watched Steve. "We love you too." You whispered, unable to choke out a higher volume.

"We have to tell everyone! I'm going to be a dad! Munson and Henderson can be uncles. Robin and Nance, aunts. We have to pick godparents. When is she due?" He hadn't noticed the tears that flowed from his eyes yet, not with the excitement he was feeling.

"She?" You asked, tucking his hair behind his ears as he looked up at you, still on his knees in front of you.

He nodded and rubbed your belly. "Yeah, it's gonna be a girl. My sweet angel." He cooed, pressing his lips to your belly again.

You giggled and watched him. "She should be here in February or March, depending on when she decides to come out." You watched him listen to you intently.

"We need names. We need to paint the nursery. We need-"

"Steve. Let's just enjoy this for a few days before you start home renovations, huh?" You pulled him gently up and wrapped your arms around him.

"I love you." He mumbled into your hair, pressing your body firmly against his.

"I love you too, but Dustin will not be the godfather." You laughed, causing Steve to do the same.

*******************

Making this a series. Tell me what you want to see here, or in my asks!

[h4rring1on]

𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

warnings: none! just fluff! but if i missed something please tell me!

pairing: steve harrington x pregnant!reader

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

ever since you and steve moved in together, all he could talk about was what it would be like if you two ever had a baby together.

he was fully worshipping the idea of you being pregnant and full of his child. his child. and that child was gonna have many siblings.

one day, you two might have forgotten the condom and one thing lead to another, you were pregnant.

it was a little early, considering you two just graduated from school, but nonetheless steve was over the moon.

he never let you do anything by yourself, he made sure you eat and sleep well, never get tired, and absolutely never do any work.

you were so grateful to have a boyfriend like him, but sometimes, it got a little overwhelming.

like now, here you were, sitting and watching tv with him, with your hand on your cute little bump as you were being entertained by the show you two were watching while having some lunch that steve made earlier

you suddenly felt the urge to pee, it was more and more now, all because your little baby wouldn’t stop pushing on your uterus.

you sat up and began to get up, you were quite slow at it now, since it was getting harder to walk at a normal pace with the baby getting bigger, so steve was fast enough.

he quickly got up and held your hand with his other on your back, “what is it baby?” he asked

“just need to pee” you muttered as you slowly went to the bathroom, it was basically a miracle how much patience steve had to still stand there with you

after you were done with your business, you walked out and saw steve standing there, ready to help you walk back to the couch, you went back to eating your lunch, once you two were finished, you grabbed the plates and piled them up only for them to be grabbed by steve

“whoa whoa, what are you doing, baby? i got it” he said as he got up

“it’s just a few plates steve”

“no no, stay here” he said as he went to the kitchen to put them in the sink so he can wash them later, he walked back only to find you watching tv with tears brimming at the corner of your eyes

“peach? what is it?” he said as he walked back to the couch and knelt in front of you, “is it the baby?” he asked worryingly

you shook your head and just continued watching, “then what is it?” he asked, his hand gently holding yours

you hated when people asked if you were okay when you were on the verge of sobbing, it was like your breaking point.

suddenly, your tears spilled out of your eyes, small whimpers coming from your mouth as you sobbed, steve was very much alerted by this

he was now sat beside you, rubbing your back as you cried in his arms, “what…what is it, love?” he asked

“i don’t need your help all the time!” you snapped as you let go of him

“what?”

“i don’t need your help for every little thing! i can walk normally and i can hold a few plates just fine! it’s bad enough i’m pregnant so i can’t work, you do everything and i don’t understand how you’re not tired of it. i don’t wanna be completely useless!”

“useless?” steve said as he held your hand again, “baby you can never be useless. ever. i’m working enough for the two of us, you don’t have to worry about a job. i do it because you—you’re growing a little miracle, and it’s my miracle. so the reason you’re in pain and pee every five seconds and are always uncomfortable is because of me. so i want to make sure i can lessen it by doing stuff for you” steve explained

how was steve so sweet to you when you just basically yelled at him? how could he feel such guilt? how was he so—perfect?

“stevie…this wasn’t your fault” you reassured, “this happened because of us together, and it’s not so bad, i mean, in the end, we’re gonna have a little you running around the house and that’s better than anything i could ever ask for, please don’t think it’s your fault because it’s not. and—i can do things just fine, love. if i need help, i promise i will ask you.”

“okay…okay, you’re right.” he smiled at you, “for the record, i will never get tired of taking care of you”

“i can see that” you two chuckled, “i need to pee” you said and were feeling content with steve not getting up to help, but the thing is…you were kind of struggling to get up

“you okay?” he asked, noticing you still sitting there

“um…can you help me get up?” you shyly smiled and he chuckled, getting up and helping you get to the bathroom

maybe him helping wasn’t so bad

aaaa first fic how do we feel??

[daddyharrington]

Worth the Wait

hi bbs! okay well, after my last fic was so well received, I obviously said to myself, “self, that went great. let’s stop while we’re ahead, shall we?”

self is a v bad listener. much like reader in tonight’s offerings.

without further ado, I give you, yet-more-steve-harrington-baby-fever-nonsense. no apologies whatsoever to those of you who follow me. you had to have known what you were signing up for. 

read on for a lil blurb? oneshot? of Steve scolding pregnant and on bed rest! reader. see that GIF up there? that’s the effects of you wearing poor Steeb out with all your rebellious nonsense. (warnings for high-risk pregnancy.) as always, love you for reading, babes. 

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“Y/N.” Steve was glaring at you from the doorway with his hands on his hips.

“what, Steve?”

“you know ‘what.’”

you glanced down at your watch. “it’s only been fifty-eight-min-oooop!”

before you could even finish the sentence, Steve had already scooped you up, bridal style, into his arms. “ooof” you huffed, catching your breath was a lot harder now that you’d entered your third trimester, and Steve hadn’t made it any easier by catching you off guard.

“we’ve talked about this babe,” he tutted at you as he carried you out of the baby’s room (where you’d just been occupied painting the walls a cool lavender) and through the hallway of your little house. “you are on modified bed rest and your hour is up, young lady.”

“oh Steve, come on, I feel fine!” you protested, waving your wet paintbrush haphazardly through the air and kicking your legs just enough to give him a slightly harder time of it.

reaching the couch, Steve carefully deposited you onto the cushions, looking for all the world like an exasperated mother hen. he raised a skeptical eyebrow at you, trying to figure out whether to tease or reprimand. the woman he cared about more than anyone else in the world was carrying his baby, and while he’d never been happier, he’d also never been more worried about anyone in his life, especially once your pregnancy was deemed “high risk.”

Steve sighed, reaching a hand out to cup your cheek in his palm. “you know your doctor said you have to take it easier now, and sixty minutes of standing and painting the nursery is all you’re allowed, sweet pea.”

“stupid incompetent cervix,” you frowned, crossing your arms above your belly. as much as you wanted to pout about it, you knew Steve was right. and though you didn’t want to admit it, you actually had been losing steam already.

“I know, babe. it sucks. but this will be over so soon,” he reassured you as he pried the paintbrush out of your hand, rested it carefully on the coffee table, and eased himself behind you so that your back rested snug against his chest. he’d been obsessed with sitting like this ever since you started showing, all the easier to rest his big warm hands on either side of your bump. the bigger you’d gotten, the less willing he’d been to takes his eyes or hands off of that lovely round belly you’d been working so hard on… and the more you’d appreciated a good belly rub.

you breathed slowly together, both of your hands feeling the baby move within you—Steve catching his breath from carrying you, you catching your breath from carrying your daughter. all those pre-birthing classes were good for something, at least. 

it was no surprise to you that Steve had already proven to be an incredible birthing partner, pouring over the pregnancy books that you lacked the focus to read because every time you sat down baby was tap-dancing against your bladder. he diligently made sure you took your prenatal vitamins every morning, fed you small snacks periodically so your stomach wouldn’t get upset by heavy meals, and—best of all—asked Joyce to help him find the best pregnancy pillow for you once your belly got so big that sleep became impossible. you almost cried the first night he brought it to you and helped you position yourself so that it relieved all the strain on your hips and ankles. god, you loved that pillow. but you loved Steve even more.

you sighed a bit, throwing your breathing cycle out of sync with Steve’s. you could immediately feel him tense behind you. alert to whatever you might need next.

“you’re so wonderful, Steve,” you hummed, nuzzling sideways into his chest as you were overcome with all of the memories you had of Steve holding you through your pregnancy. “we’re both lucky to have you.”

“me? I’m just trying to keep up, Y/N. you’re the one doing something amazing, love,” he said as he rubbed your back. “you’re making such a good home for baby girl. I know it’s not been easy, but you’re doing so well.” he looked down at you, realizing your eyes were getting heavy, and you had shifted onto your side, the only position you could comfortably sleep in. “I think someone’s too tired to do much painting now anyway,” he teased softly, not sure if you were even awake enough to respond.

“you better not finish that nursery without me, Harrington,” you mumbled, already having accepted that a nap was in your future.

“okay babe, I’ll wait for you,” he smiled, kissing your forehead and pulling a blanket over you both. it would take weeks to paint the nursery in one-hour increments, but what did he care? Steve had all the patience in the world, where you were concerned. It was always worth the wait.

[madnessformunson]

Double Daddy Part 9

Notes: sorry this chapter took so long and it’s pretty short, the next one is longer. Hope you all enjoy 🖤

Also when I pasted it into tumblr my formatting changed a lot so it looks really weird but I’m too lazy to try to fix it 🖤

You slam the front door once you follow in the house behind your dad. He is shaking his head as you cross your arms in frustration.

“You are not even trying to hear me out dad! You don’t know the whole story” you shout at him.

“I don’t need to know the whole story y/n, he clearly has been sleeping around with multiple people” Hopper states as he makes his way into the kitchen. Joyce is there preparing lunch but makes no effort to join in on your discussion.

“Dad we were anything serious” you start to argue but Hopper cuts you off, “somehow that doesn’t make this situation any better”

“He slept with Chrissy one time at a party where he was drunk at Dad. I’m not the biggest fan of the situation either but it is what it is, at the end of the day he is the father of my baby. I need to be able to get along with him.”

“I understand that y/n, it just-it just really upsets me that he upsets you so much, I don’t want you getting hurt by him” Hopper says as he pulls you into a hug.

It was a great warm hug. One of the best hugs you’ve had in such a long time. You don’t know if it was your raging hormones or the fact that you and your dad haven’t shared a hug like this in forever, but you started to cry.

“Oh honey I’m sorry” he says to you as he squeezes you tighter.

“It’s ok dad, I’m ok. I just need to be on good terms with Eddie because… I think I might want to keep the baby” you respond, still buried into his embrace.

“Y/n you know all I ever want is for you to be happy and healthy. It up to you if you decided you want to raise the baby but I really encourage you to weigh out all your options and make the best decision for not only you but the baby as well”

After that was said, hugs were released and the tears that had spilled out of your eyes were wiped.

“Here” Hopper said as he tossed his truck keys to you, “why don’t you go to your appointment and stop by Eddie’s on your way home. Curfew of 9pm sharp”

“10pm?” You said with a laugh and smile.

“9:30 and not a second passed” he agreed and you nodded as you made your way to the truck.

The appointment went well and everything was on the right one track. You are 16 weeks now.

After the appointment you drove to Eddie’s trailer. Once you pulled up you realized you didn’t know if Eddie had informed his uncle of your current situation. You dig through the truck until you find an old black pullover of yours. It definitely didn’t completely hide the bump but it made it not as prominent.

You slowly approach the door as your heart starts racing. You practiced what you thought you would say in the car on the way over but now? You had no idea. You knock lightly three times on the door. Wayne answered it in a rush, continuing to button up his work shirt.

“Hi Mr. Muson, I was wondering if Eddie was home” you said rather quietly.

“Kid I’m pretty sure you’ve known Eddie for years now and I’ve told you repeatedly to just call me Wayne” he said as he stepped out of the doorway so you could walk inside.

“Sorry”

“It’s ok kid, haven’t seen you in a while around here” he said as his eyes drifted to your growing stomach then back up to your eyes.

You just stood there uncomfortably for a second.

“Well I’m off to work now, Eddie should be in his room. Make yourself at home” he stated as he turned to grab a to-go cup of coffee and headed out.

You approached Eddie’s door and knock, “hey Ed’s it’s me can I come in”

You hear movement and sniffling behind the door before it is opened to reveal Eddie. His eyes were red and glossy with puffy cheeks to match, you could tell he had been crying. His messy curls pulled into a loose bun at the back of his head, no shirt on his body, just some old black pajama pants.

“What are you doing here y/n?” Eddie said in a concerned voice.

“Just wanted to check on you, seemed like you had quite the life changing afternoon”

He gestured you in the room and you sat on the edge of his unmade bed while he took a spot in the desk chair. It’s was silent for a few moments before Eddie decided to break it.

“I am so so sorry y/n”

“I know” you said emotionless.

“No seriously I’m so so so sorry, I don’t know where my head has been the past couple months and I just-“ Eddie started but you soon cut him off.

“I don’t want to say it’s ok Eds cause it’s not but I’m willing to put it behind us. I’m willing to work together as a team so we can raise our daughter together” you said looking down at your shoes.

“I’ll figure out someway to make it up to you I swe- wait did you just say daughter?” Eddie said as he stood up to sit next to you on the bed.

You nod. “I had an appointment today, remember? They were able to tell me they are pretty sure the baby is a girl”

“Fuck I was suppose to take you to that appointment I’m so sorry-“

“No more sorry’s munson, I’ll give you a free pass for today since it was a really shitty day for you” you smile at him.

“I think-I think I want to keep her” you say to him in almost a whisper.

“Are you sure that’s what you want”

“I’m still going through all my options but every day I feel closer and closer to her, I want what is best for her of course but I also want to try to give that to her” you say, placing a hand on your rounded tummy.

You get back home not long after that. Joyce and Hopper sat in the dining room, just the two of them in the dimly lit room.

You greet them which breaks their deep conversation they were having.

“Hey sweetie, how was your appointment?” Joyce says as she motions you over to sit at the table with them.

“It was good, the doctor said we are healthy.” You said with a smile as you sat down.

“Your dad mentioned that you are thinking about keeping the baby?” Joyce asked as she took your hands into hers.

“Yeah I’m still trying to decide though, nothing is set yet” you wiggle in your seat, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.

“I know that right now, this feels like the hardest part but it’s not dear. This is the easiest part, once the baby is here is when the real struggles begin. There are amazing and beautiful moments in raising a child, but there are also dark and lonely days. Children don’t come with a book. But I hope you know, whatever you decide your father and I will support you in any way we possibly can. And we will be incredibly proud of you, no matter what you choose.”

Tears break loose from the brim of your lids.

“Oh sweetie, I didn’t mean to upset you” Joyce says, taking you in for a hug.

You embrace the hug and then wipe your eyes with your sleeves, “this is so hard, I want to make the right decision but it doesn’t feel like there is a right one. I just want to do what’s best for her”

Your dad joins in the conversation now, “her? It’s a girl?”

You nod and more tears spill over.

“Oh sweetie congratulations!” Joyce says as she covers her mouth with her hands in excitement.

“You know we will help you in any way we can y/n, we love you both so much” your dad said as he got up to give you a hug as well.

“Thank you both so so much”

The next day Joyce came into your room early to wake you up. Honestly you were pretty pissed she woke you up because you were so tired, but you were trying to be nicer to everyone. She told you to get dressed and come down stairs as soon as you were ready.

You threw on your leggings which were the only pair of bottoms you had that fit you anymore. You topped it with an oversized sweatshirt and your sneakers.

You ran down the stairs and sat at the table, filling your plate up with the breakfast foods Joyce had made.

There was a knock at the door, followed by Steve entering the house before anyone came to open the door.

“Good morning!” He entered with a smile making his way over to the kitchen table.

You mumble as you stuff a biscuit into your mouth. Steve reaches over to grab a piece of food off your plate to which you promptly smacked it away.

“What are you doing here Steve? Don’t you have your own family to annoy in the mornings” Hopper said as he sipped his black coffee. Your dad's comment made you chuckle and Steve took a seat at the table.

“I know she’s moody because she’s pregnant but what’s your excuse?” Steve said with a laugh.

Hopper rolled his eyes, “seriously what are you doing here”

Just then Joyce enters back to the table, “I asked him to come over and take El and Will to the arcade for the day, I wanted to have some girl time with just y/n”

You almost choke on your food. Joyce has been amazing to you but ‘girl time’ still wasn’t something you enjoyed.

“Why can’t El come too? She’s a girl” you ask, not making eye contact.

“Because I don’t think she’s going to find going to the maternity and baby store that exciting”

“Do we have to go do that today?” You let out with a groan.

“Yes we do, you need more than one pair of pants y/n. Plus I already talked to Eddie and he will be meeting us there so we can look at some of the essentials you’ll be needing for the baby”

Your eyes grew wide “why would you invite Eddie? I thought we were having a girls day. I really really don’t want to do this”

“I just figured it would be good for him to tag along so he knows what you guys are gonna need if you decide to raise the baby”

“This should be considered torture” you let out another loud groan, placing your head into your hands.

“No torture would be me pulling out my old maternity clothes from the Rubbermaid container in the garage and telling you to wear those” Joyce replied as she started to eat her own breakfast.

[futuredilfharrington]

Girl-Dad! Steve Harrington Part 2

YOU GUYS :') If you don't follow me and didn't see my other post I want to thank everyone who interacted with part one of this!!! Special shoutout to those of you who reblogged, you have my heart <3. The previous part of this literally got more than double the notes of any other post I've ever made in LESS than one day!

IDK how many parts this will have, I'm just going where the wind takes me lol.

Part One

~As soon as you're recovered from giving birth (both mentally and physically) you get pregnant again... We're talking Irish twins babey.

~Steve is so excited and you always hear him on the baby monitor and from the other room talking to Rose about her new sibling

~He'll be doing tummy-time with her and just babble on and on about you and how she's going to be a big sister soon

~This time around Steve has "no preference," although from the way he's not buying many new things you can kind of tell he's hoping to use all of Rose's hand-me-downs for the next baby

"Pink could be both genders, y/n" "I know, Stevie, it's just a little suspicious, don't you think?"

~You don't do a gender reveal this time around. It's your second baby and it feels weird to force everyone into doing the whole nine yards less than a year after the last time.

~Instead you and Steve go to the bakery in downtown Hawkins and give them the sealed envelope the doctor wrote the gender in and ask if they'll bake a reveal cake just for the two (three if you count Rose, but she's not quite eating cake yet)

~A few days later the three of you eat dinner, Rose happily babbling away, and bring out the little white cake for dessert

~Steve slides his chair over to your side of the table and you hold the knife together as you cut out a little slice of the pink sponge.

~Immediately Steve whoops and grabs Rose from her spot kissing her forehead and telling her she's going to have a baby sister before turning to you and pressing a kiss onto the top of your head

~If Steve's "Man Friends" weren't grumbling to him before, they sure are now.

~Some of his relatives will call to congratulate you after sending out your pregnancy announcement and when you pass the phone over to Steve and leave while they finish talking he always comes to find you and Rose with a sour look on his face that only softens when he has you both in his arms

~One night when you're laying in bed he finally tells you that they keep telling him his "swimmers" must not be very strong, that he needs to have a boy to carry on the Harrington name, that he's going to be in hot water being outnumbered by all the estrogen in the house

~The second one is the thing that bothers him the most...

"Maybe I don't want to carry on the Harrington name... I'm fine if our branch ends with me"

~You kiss him and tell him that the only people who have any say over how your family runs are you and him and you fall asleep tangled together

~This time around Steve refuses to leave you alone anywhere NEAR your due date.

~You wake up one morning to gentle contractions and don't tell him so he doesn't sweep you to the hospital hours too early only to get sent back home.

~(You do call Dustin, your driver now since Robin moved Chicago, and let him know to be on deck)

~Steve is eying you suspiciously all day, it's Sunday, cleaning day, and what better way to distract yourself than making sure the house will be clean when you bring the new baby home.

~When you keep excusing yourself every so often to have a contraction in the other room Steve finally figures it out and sounds the alarm

~Dustin drives Will, El, and Joyce to your house to watch after Rose, and Max and Lucas are set to relieve them from babysitting duty depending on how long you're gone

~Steve is beside himself with Dustin driving. He insists that you make a mad dash to the hospital but you tell Dustin that he can take his time and that the baby isn't coming out anytime soon.

"Shithead, she needs to get to the hospital NOW!"

"Given that y/n is the one actively giving birth right now, I think I'm going to listen to her and not you, Steve"

~This baby does NOT want to come out.

~It's a rough labour, you spend most of the time either breaking Steve's hand or cursing him, vowing that you'll never let him touch you again

"I hope you're happy with two, Harrington. You'll be lucky if I even let you in the same room as me again"

"I won't even look at you, baby, I swear"

~There's lots of shouting from you, and even more apologies from Steve

"You can do it y/n. You're so strong and beautifu-"

"Really, Steve? I'm really beautiful right now? Fuck off!"

"You've given me two daughters, you're a wonderful wife and moth-"

"Not now, Steven"

"Sorry, baby"

~ At the end of it all, you and Steve get to welcome your youngest into the world: Victoria Alice Harrington

Bonus content:

~You and Steve are sitting on your hospital bed together watching as Torie grabs at his fingers in her sleep...

"Doesn't this just make you want another one?"

"Get out of my bed right now, Harrington"

[munson-blurbs]

Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader): Chapter 4

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Summary: You accidentally overhear something you're not supposed to. Will it lead to you and Steve finally getting together?

Warnings: language, S4 is canon, pregnancy, body insecurities, body insecurities

WC: 3.6k

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It’s been nearly a month since Vecna’s attack on Steve. Dustin has made tape after tape of Black Dog, which Steve listens to every night while he sleeps. He keeps the cassettes and the player on him at all times during the day, just in case Vecna’s powers strengthen enough to reach him while he’s awake. So far, the music seems to keep the monster at bay. 

“How are you not sick of that song yet?” you ask him over a plate of greasy fries from Benny’s. Your doctor said you should be eating a healthy diet, and you are, for the most part. But something about those deep fried potatoes was too enticing that day, and you didn’t have the energy to fight the craving. 

Steve just shrugs. “To be fair, most of the listening happens while I’m asleep.” He plucks a fry from the chipped dish and munches casually, like you’re discussing last night’s football game instead of a telekinetic murderer. “Besides, I told you—it reminds me of the time in the car when you were happy. First time I saw you smile like that since, y’know.” He doesn’t need to elaborate, and you nod in response. 

Steve insists on coming with you to your 20-week appointment, even though your mom is able to attend this one. The two of them sit off to the side as the technician performs the routine ultrasound. No one mistakes Steve for your partner this time, and you find yourself bummed out at this. Maybe it’s because you’ve lost your partner—your child’s father—but a part of you knows the truth. 

You have feelings for Steve Harrington. You want to wake up to his bleary-eyed smile every morning. You want to hold his hand, feeling his palm press against yours in a silent promise to keep each other safe. You want to run your fingers through his hair as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. You want him to touch you in places you haven’t been touched since…

Fuck. 

The doctor reports that everything looks good, that your baby seems to be healthy and growing normally. The three of you breathe sighs of relief practically in unison as you thank him, and you wipe off the remaining gel residue on your lower abdomen before readjusting your shorts. None of your bottoms with buttons fit anymore, so you’ve resorted to only wearing your workout clothes. Your mom has offered to take you shopping, but you’re well aware that money’s tight, especially with Little Bean’s upcoming arrival. So gym shorts it is. 

“You’re doing such a good job,” Steve murmurs in your ear as your mom chats with the receptionist. For better or for worse, everyone knows each other in this small town. 

“Huh?” you reply dumbly, trying to ignore the shiver etching along your spine at the vibration of his voice. 

Steve laughs kindly. “You’re doing a great job growing Little Bean,” he explains. “Keeping him or her safe and strong until they’re ready to make their grand entrance.”

“Oh,” you mumble. The compliment catches you off-guard, and it feels like your whole body is blushing. “Thank you. And, um, thank you for helping me with—with all this.” There’s too much that he’s done for you to list it all out, so you hope that will suffice. 

Your mom finishes up her conversation and you all make your way to her sedan. With your mom at the wheel, you take the passenger seat. It’s getting a bit difficult to maneuver your body into the low car, but Steve politely holds your waist and helps you. There’s nothing inherently sexy about it, but it still revs up your hormones. If your mom wasn’t here, you’d have a hard time fighting back the urge to kiss him. 

“Y’good?” Steve confirms before sliding into the backseat. You feel his meaty palm clasp your shoulder in reassurance, and you smile and relax against the headrest. 

The car ride to Steve’s house is filled with pleasantries and easy conversation; no Vecna-induced episodes this time, thank God. You wave good-bye to Steve from the window, wanting to pull him in for a hug and never let him go. A sigh escapes your lips as he walks away, jeans clinging to him perfectly. 

You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, because your mom notices your dopey grin and the far-away look in your eyes. “Y/N, really?” She anxiously pinches the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “Are you serious right now?”

“Wh-What?” you stammer, trying to sound coy, but you should know better than to put on a facade in front of her. She already knows the truth.

“What do you mean, ‘what?’” she asks, tone more accusing than you’d like. “Y/N, you are pregnant with Eddie’s baby and making heart eyes at Steve. What are people going to think?” She shakes her head in disappointment. “Isn’t it hard enough dealing with the earthquake and preparing to be a mom? Do we need to add another boy into the mix?”

You want to tell her that Steve is more than just another boy, that he’s been your lifeline throughout this pregnancy (save for the months you’d hid from him), that he’s in constant mortal danger and that your thoughts flicker to him and his safety (and that cute mole on his neck, but you digress). But all of it stays bundled inside, shoved deep down and locked away.

“I know,” you mumble, biting your lip and averting your gaze. “It’s probably just the hormones. I’m not gonna act on it.”

It’s a promise you intend to keep. Hawkins is, after all, a very small town, chock full of people with a small-town mindset. Being the teen mother with a dead baby daddy is already bad; you don’t need the additional reputation of the town slut. 

But your efforts appear futile. You can’t help how you smile when he does. Or the way your stomach flips when his hand brushes against yours. Or the way you two seem to melt into each other when he envelops you in a warm hug. You want to hold him forever, feel his strong arms wrap around your body and never let each other go. You want to kiss him, slow and soft, letting the hunger gradually overtake you until you just can’t hold back any longer. 

A week after your appointment, Steve pulls up to your house just as you’re coming back from work. “Hey,” he calls out. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” He seems concerned, and you hurry to him as fast as your growing body allows. 

“Everything okay? Is it—is it him?” Your voice drops to a whisper, and you breathe a sigh of relief when he shakes his head. “Then what is it?”

“I, um, I noticed you haven’t been wearing the kinda clothes you normally wear,” he stammers. “D’you have, like, pregnant people clothes?” His eyes dart away as he tries to hide his embarrassment. 

You giggle. “You mean maternity clothes?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“No,” you answer honestly. “The stretchy pants seem to be doing the trick for now.” There are two reasons to avoid shopping. The first is purely financial: clothes cost money, money that could be spent on a crib or a changing table or the millions of diapers everyone swears the baby will need. The second is that you’ll actually have to look at yourself, take in your body’s changes—the stretch marks, the weight gain, all of it. You really don’t want to do that. 

Steve wrinkles his nose adorably. “Okay, let’s go,” he says finally, and though his voice is gentle, you can tell he won’t take no for an answer. 

“Go where?”

“The mall. I’m getting you some pregnant people clothes.” He smiles as he takes your hand and starts leading you to his car. 

You keep your feet—your swollen, aching feet—rooted to the ground. “Steve, I don’t want to,” you tell him petulantly. “It’s too expensive.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he laughs, fishing into his pocket for his worn leather wallet. “Swiped my dad’s MasterCard before I left the house. As long as we don’t spend, like, $1,000, he won’t even notice.”

Based on all the awful things Steve had told you about his father—both of his parents, actually—you have no problem carelessly spending their money. But that only solves one problem. 

“And I don’t wanna try stuff on.” You mutter too low under your breath, and Steve cocks his head to hear you better. 

“What?” he asks, hands on his hips. 

“I said, I don’t wanna try stuff on,” you repeat through gritted teeth, tears pricking at your eyes.

Steve furrows his brows in confusion. “Why not?” Initially, you assume he’s being sarcastic, but he’s genuinely puzzled.

“Seriously?” You bark out an incredulous laugh. “Are you joking?” When his expression remains unchanged, you plow on. “Look at me. I’m…”

“Beautiful?” Steve blurts out. “I-I mean, you looked great before you got pregnant, and you look great now, and you’ll look great after you have the baby.” He clears his throat and brings a hand through his hair. “Eddie would love seeing you like this. He’d think you’re beautiful, too.” 

You’re left speechless at his candid admission, mouth suddenly drier than the Sahara. The mention of Eddie’s name leaves you both sad and disappointed. It’s a reminder that Eddie himself isn’t here, but it also implies that Steve wants you to remember who the baby’s real father is, and it’s not him. That you’re Eddie’s girl, and he doesn’t want you getting too attached to him. “Um, thanks,” you manage. Desperate to avoid further confessions–like you telling him that he’s so devastatingly handsome that it hurts you–you charge towards his car. “Let’s just go shopping, yeah?”

Steve only nods, slightly deflated that you pushed off his compliment. Did you not like that he called you beautiful? Was it too forward? Of course it was; you’re still in love with Eddie. You’re having his baby, for God’s sake. What you need right now is a friend, not a secret admirer.

After scooping up some maternity clothes–all on Mr. Harrington’s dime–Steve offers to drive you back home, but you politely decline the ride.

“Y’sure?” he asks uneasily. 

“Yeah, I wanna window shop for a bit, maybe check out some more baby stuff.” The lie rolls off your tongue before you can stop it. “I’ll just call my mom when I’m done.”

Steve rubs the nape of his neck. “I can stick around, if you want. I don’t mind, really.” Don’t mind is putting it mildly; he wants nothing more than to take your hand and pick out onesies and burp cloths alongside you. Or maybe getting more clothes for you. He’d had to hold back when you’d walked out of the fitting room in a flowing sage green maternity dress. You were ethereal, like some sort of goddess, even when you’d made a face and grumbled something about looking like an avocado. He’d nearly replied, “Sexiest avocado I’ve ever seen,” but that would imply a) that he’s attracted to you, and b) he thinks avocados are sexy.

Instead, he’d offered a brisk, “looks good.” You’d rolled your eyes but bought the dress anyway.

You wait an appropriate amount of time that would allow Steve to get to his car and drive away before you exit the mall. You have one stop to make before you go home; thankfully, it’s only a short bus ride away, because by the time you arrive, you have to pee like a racehorse. Pregnancy bladder and large slushies do not mix well. Noted. 

The bell chimes when you bolt through the door. “Hey, Robs,” you greet your friend as you dash towards the restroom. “Just gonna borrow the bathroom for a quick sec and then I need some advice.” Robin doesn’t have time to remind you that it’s employees only before you slam the door shut and breathe a sigh of relief. You need to tell her about your feelings for Steve and get her advice. She’ll know what to do; she always does.

You can hear the bell again as you’re washing up, but you don’t think much of it until you hear Robin say, “What’re you doing here, dingus? You don’t work today.”

Steve.

“I know, I know,” he grumbles. “But I gotta talk to you about Y/N.”

Fuck. He’s going to tell her about how clingy you are, that he feels smothered or like you’re using him to replace Eddie.

“I would’ve been here sooner, but I got caught up at the gas station. Tammy Thompson, like, cornered me and started bragging about some stupid record deal,” he starts. “But, dude, I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Tammy Thompson?” 

“No! Y/N; I can’t stop thinking about Y/N!” Steve’s exasperation is evident. “And I know I shouldn’t, because she’s having a goddamn baby, and she’s grieving Eddie, and she’s way out of my league, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t just stand around and pretend that I don’t think she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, pretend that I’m not…in love with her.” He sighs. “Shit. I’m in love with her,” he muses, as though he’s just realized it himself.

“Steve, I–” You can hear Robin’s panicked tone, and you shut off the water as quickly as you can.

“And, look, I know you’re gonna tell me that I just need to get over her, go out with someone else or whatever,” he presses on, and you hear his palm slap against the counter. “But it’s not that simple with her. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“N-No, it’s not that,” Robin rushes. “It’s–”

This has to be a joke. There is no way in hell that Steve Harrington is in love with you, especially given your current circumstances. You’re broken, bruised, hurting, scared, and pregnant. You’re just waiting for the punchline, the gotcha moment, but it doesn’t come.

“I gotta tell her. I gotta do it,” he decides, ignoring his friend’s interjection. “Even though she won’t feel the same way. I just need to tell her, and she can decide whether or not she wants to talk to me again. But I can’t keep this to myself.” He’s rambling now. “Unless that puts too much pressure on her. Oh, God, what if she feels like she has to tell me she likes me back, even if she doesn’t, just to spare my feelings? Because she’s so nice like that; that’s one of the things I love about her. But I also love that she’s honest, so maybe she would just let me down gently–”

“Steve.” This interruption isn’t from Robin. Steve’s head snaps in the direction of the bathroom as he hears your voice. 

“Y/N,” he breathes, face turning bright red, “h-how much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” you tell him softly. You practically have to coach yourself to put one foot in front of the other until you’re standing before him. “I heard every word.” And with that, you press onto your toes and cup his blushing cheek with your hand. You lean in as much as your bump will allow and kiss him. Kiss him like you’ve been wanting to, parting his lips with your own. You feel his right hand slip around your waist as he manages to pull you closer; his left hand rests on your upper arm. It’s tender but passionate, hungry but gentle. You don’t break away from each other until you hear a soft muttering from behind the counter.

“Finally.”

You giggle at Robin’s utterance, suddenly shy at the fact that you’ve initiated this in the middle of Family Video. 

“I, uh, don’t normally kiss someone for the first time with an audience,” you explain. Your first kiss with Eddie happened in his van after school, tongues tangling as he pressed his lips to yours. 

Steve just shrugs and laughs it off. “Yeah, well, I don’t normally profess my love for someone before I even take them on a date.”

“To be fair, nothing about any of this,” you gesture wildly, “has been normal. Abnormal kinda seems par for the course with us, actually.” The mere idea of an us makes you happy. You’d never pictured an us other than you and Eddie, but you can see Steve being your teammate, your partner, your love. It’s exhilarating and terrifying, but you’re tired of fighting it. “Besides, we can still go on a date.”

“Tomorrow night, then?” Steve asks, grinning wider than you’ve ever seen from him. “Dinner and a movie?”

“That sounds perfect.” And it does. Your time with Steve is usually spent at doctor’s appointments or agonizing over Vecna’s wrath. All you want is a nice night out with him. 

“Cool,” he nods, adding, “wear that green dress you bought today, okay?”

The next evening, Steve picks you up at 6:30. You’re wearing the dress, just as he requested. He still sleeps over most nights, but he’s not actually living with you, nor does he have his own key, so he knocks on the apartment door. 

“Wow, Y/N, you look incredible,” he breathes, eyes glued to you. He’s so enthralled by your beauty that he nearly forgets about the bouquet of red roses in his hand. “These…these are for you.” He holds them out shakily. “S-sorry, I didn’t even ask what your favorite flower is. I just kinda assumed these would be okay, but if you don’t like them—”

You once again derail his train of thought by kissing him, smiling into it and hooking your finger through one of his belt loops. “Steve. I love them,” you say reassuringly. “And you look so handsome.” He’s wearing a black shirt tucked into gray slacks. A silver watch adorns his wrist. 

“If you keep interrupting like that, I’m gonna ramble more often,” Steve grins as you grab a vase for the flowers, quickly returning and lacing your fingers with his. 

“I don’t think you need an excuse to do that,” you tease, pressing another kiss to his cheek and walking to his car. It feels so nice, so freeing, to be able to do that whenever the urge strikes you. 

Your eyes widen when he pulls up in front of Enzo’s. “How did you know that Little Bean wanted chicken parmesan today?”

“Lucky guess,” Steve laughs. “Also, who doesn’t love chicken parm?” He follows you into the restaurant, holding the door open for you with one hand and placing the other on the small of your back. 

The smell of fresh bread and garlic permeates the air, and you suddenly feel starving. The hostess brings you to a candlelit table. Steve pulls your chair out for you, and you smile gratefully. 

“Such a gentleman,” you giggle, tilting your head upwards as he kisses you gently. “And they say that chivalry is dead.”

“No, but apparently, loyalty is.” A new voice startles both of you, and you freeze in place. You turn to see Gareth standing at a nearby table, carrying a bin of dirty dishes. “Y/N, what the hell are you doing with King Steve?” His eyes are drawn to the swell of your belly. “Are you—is that—”

“Eddie’s,” you murmur, unable to look at him. Steve’s palms are practically glued to the back of your chair. 

“You’re having Eddie’s baby, and you’re swapping spit with Steve Harrington,” the boy sneers. “Moving on a bit fast, huh?”

You shake your head. “It’s not like that. We didn’t plan for this—any of this—to happen. It just…did.”

“Tell me,” Gareth goes on, disgusted look plastered to his face, “you gonna tell this kid who their dad was? Or are you and Harrington gonna play one big happy family and act like Eddie never existed?”

It feels like your throat constricts. You hadn’t even thought of that. When were you going to explain to your baby what happened to Eddie? And if Steve stuck around—and you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t after this—would Little Bean call him ‘dad’? You don’t even realize that you’re crying until you see Gareth’s face fall. 

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry,” he starts, the impact of his words sinking in. “I shouldn’t have said that—”

“Let’s just go,” you tell Steve, voice barely above a whisper. “‘M not hungry anymore.”

Steve nods. “I’ll take you home.” He’s speaking to you, but he’s shooting Gareth a glare; the busboy is lucky that looks can’t kill. “Maybe we can pick up some snacks on the ride back.”

You leave the restaurant wordlessly, too ashamed to hold Steve’s hand this time. He hands you his keys and instructs you to wait in the car. 

“I’ll be there in just a sec,” he promises. 

When you’re out of earshot, Steve approaches Gareth, who is now trembling. Probably thinks I’m gonna beat the shit outta him, Steve thinks, and I should. But he doesn’t; instead, he leans in to hiss into Gareth’s ear. 

“Unlike you, I don’t get off on humiliating people,” he growls. “My shift at Family Video ends at five tomorrow, if you wanna talk about this like a real man.”

And with that, he’s out the door. 

--

[luveline]

For your kisses before dinner au, can I request a late night moment, not nsfw or anything just what their evenings are like? ty🧡

ty for ur request!! kisses before dinner ♡ pregnant!reader

You and Steve lie shoulder to shoulder in the dark. 

"You think they're sleeping?" you whisper. 

"I have no clue." 

You're both too terrified to move. Any noise at all risks waking up the girls. If you can avoid waking them up, there's a possibility that you and Steve might get some time alone. 

You have as many little ones as you do because you love them, everything about them, at all times of day. And sure, they exhaust you, but you wouldn't have had them if you couldn't handle it. If you couldn't manage the bad with the good.

You want to curl into a ball on top of him but the distension of your stomach makes it difficult. Baby bumps are made for homing and protection, they aren't super super fragile, but you've always been cautious and that isn't gonna change anytime soon. 

"I miss being able to lie on top of you," you confess. 

"You still could. Back to my chest," he offers. 

"Not the same." 

"If you loved me, you'd use me like a mattress topper." 

You fit together well when you're on top. Cheek to cheek, legs between his legs. Sometimes you hook a thigh up over one of his hips. It can't be comfortable for him and he's never complained, not once in all the years you've loved him. 

It's super Steve of him. He whines about all the wrong things. 

Case in point. "Are you gonna lie on me or am I dragging you?" 

"Can you? I'm too heavy." 

Steve scoffs. No matter what weight you are, pregnant or not, he insists that you're never 'too' anything. "Would you quit it?" 

"I don't want to lie on you like that. I miss being able to-" You shrug, tracing the barely illuminate line of his nose with loving eyes. "To cuddle like we're the same person." 

It's corny. Steve knows exactly what you mean. 

"We are the same person," he insists. He starts trying to turn your names into one, creating a hodgepodge of poorly strung syllables.

He has the unique ability to make you laugh at just about anything. He can get you giggling in the delivery room if he tries hard enough. 

You shift your arm where it's sandwiched so close to his and go searching for his outermost wrist, pulling it to your face for lazy kisses. His palm resting at your lips, you close your eyes and picture the face he's making. He's definitely turned his head to yours, giving you that "you're so crazy" expression he does, like he's startled you'd dote on him. 

"Wanna make out?" he asks. 

You're about to say yes when footsteps sound.

Steve eases up onto his elbow to kiss you sweetly, too quickly, before he takes the end of the blankets into his hand and pulls them over your heads. 

You know exactly who it is from the footsteps alone. Avery pushes open the door, and she sounds almost shy as she whispers, "Are you still awake?" 

"We're sleeping," Steve says back. You laugh as quietly as you're able to, tummy trembling under his hand with the motion. 

"I want to talk to you." 

That's not so funny. Steve moves the blankets back down. "About what, Avey-bear?" 

She's hard to make out in the dark, not with the light from the hallway at her back. You can see her hair, it's bed head frizz, and the ruffles of her nightie at her knees. 

"About anything." 

You snort. All your worry turns to amusement, and affection, and you make space between you and Steve immediately. You move too fast. 

"Be careful," Steve says to you softly, prompted by your little breathless sigh. Lately, your back has felt super sore, like somebody's taken to it with a meat tenderiser. 

"Come and sit with us," you tell Avery. 

She races around to your side and waits for you to pick her up. You would, of course, and you'd hug her to death as soon as she was in your arms, but you'd really hurt yourself somehow and you don't want to make it worse. 

"Come round to my side," Steve says. 

You smile at her unimpressed expression, "I can't move too much. Baby's kicking my spine." 

She gawps at you, tiny white teeth shining like pearls. "She's what?" 

It's important to note that you don't know the baby's gender. Avery says 'she' because her dad does. That, and it must make sense to her — Avery has felt the little kicking feet of two sisters before. It's sad, and silly, but for a split second you feel sorry that the only people who'd ever felt her kick were you and Steve. It had been one of the best (and then quickly one of the most agitating) feelings in the world. 

Avery, big sister extraordinaire, and biggest, bestest eldest daughter they ever made, climbs up onto the bed by herself and positions her face carefully over the hill of your baby bump. "You have to be nice," she whisper passionately, "you're hurting mom." 

You stroke her forehead. "Baby can't help it. She's growing." 

"You said 'she,'" Steve coos. 

"It's easier." You're not sure at all what the baby is. You have no premonitions. No inkling of one guess or another. 

"She," Steve says, "really can't help it Avery, but you're a good girl for trying to protect mom." 

"Thank you," you say, cupping her cheek. 

"You're welcome," she says. 

You're the kind of mom that some little kids can't abide — all you want, all the time, are hugs. You steal them at breakfast and lunch and dinner, in the car, in the garden, in the supermarket. You love to move in behind them and cuddle their unsuspecting shoulders. Lucky for you, they've all grown to return the same affection. Avery, amazingly careful of your stomach, crawls the rest of the way up the bed to the pillows and lays down curled toward you, pulling your arm to her chest for a hug. 

Steve moves onto his side and sidles up behind her. He moves his arm over your two bodies, his hand over your shoulder, his eyes glued to your face. 

"We've done this before," he murmurs. 

You and Steve and Avery and an unnamed baby. 

"Do you think your sisters are sleeping?" you ask. 

"Mm, Beth is snoring again," she complains. 

"Dove isn't this quiet when she's awake," Steve says. 

"Guess it's just you with us tonight, beautiful," you say, pulling the covers over Avery's shoulder. Swimming in bed sheets, she beams at you, really smiles, and her face seems like it's nearly too small to hold a happy that big. 

"What did you want to talk about?" you ask. 

"Everything." 

Steve closes his eyes and pushes his face into the back of her head. You wrap your arm over Avery to bracelet his arm with your fingers. If you're clinging too tight, he doesn't complain. 

[harrywavycurly]

Double Trouble Part 3: Weekends

Masterlist: here

Tag List: @jaydaaasworld @hollster88 @mysticwitchcraftco @silkholland @ihatepeanutss

A/N: Don’t hate me for how this ends, it’s a conversation that needs to be had and you just wanna get it outta the way✨

*Steve is kinda having a panic attack and you’re just trying to explain some things to him*

[stvharrngton]

for sunday domestic ideas... Steve and pregnant reader do chores together but Steve's getting p exasperated bc he's trying to get you to get the rest you need instead

omg 🥺 steve core fr

maybe you’re cleaning the kitchen or have a tonne of laundry to do and every time you go to put the clean glasses back in the top cabinet he’s shutting the cabinet door as soon as you open it and telling you to get down and that he’ll do it, or when you start to use those yucky chemicals to clean the stove/oven he’s freaking out and ushering you to go and sit at the dining table 😪 and you’re getting annoyed at him lmao cause he won’t let you do anything and you’re sick of just sitting around the house

and you’re just like ‘steve, i am perfectly capable of cleaning the kitchen. please let me help’ and he comes over to you and kneels in front of where you’re sat and he cups your cheek so softly before he takes your hand in his and he’s says ‘baby, you need to rest, please just let me do this and take care of you?’ and of course you end up giving in cause he’s looking at you with those big brown eyes and he’s speaking so softly and pressing his lips to your knuckles 😭

[lostaurorax]

i will gladly give steve harrington six little nuggets 🫡

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

steddie x afab!reader pregnancy headcanons

summary: steddie x reader where they’re in a long term relationship and have been trying for a baby and finally reader gets pregnant (might make this a series if people like it)

warnings: pregnancy (obviously), reader is slightly based on me so they’ve always wanted kids of their own, no description of reader’s looks, mentions of smut

part two | part three

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it was steve who brought it up first, with his dream of having six little nuggets

obviously it was up to you, since you would be the one pregnant, but you’ve always wanted children of your own as well and since the three of you had been dating for a while the time felt right

the sex was intense with both steve and eddie trying to knock you up (breeding kink)

even though it was planned, eddie still freaked out when you actually got pregnant. he didn’t have a good relationship with his parents and he’s terrified of fucking up with his own kid :(

a lot of comforting and reminding him that he’s an amazing person who deserves all the love in the world <33 plus you and steve would be right there with him figuring it out too

for the whole pregnancy he goes from really excited sometimes to really nervous - he has more mood changes than you do

steve was so! so! so happy! could not stop smiling for like a week straight

eddie got a job at a record store and steve started taking more shifts at family video. you also had a job at a thrift store but stopped working at seven months pregnant

eddie talks to your belly all the time

he plays music for the baby too, saying he wants to make sure they inherit his good music taste and not steve’s

steve becomes even more protective. literally will not let you do anything on your own. “oh no you don’t need to do that, let me” or “why are you getting up?”

you need to have a conversation with him about how you appreciate it, but it gets annoying when he treats you like you can’t do anything

lots of apology kisses

but on the topic of protective, he gets so scared of you showering alone and maybe slipping so he starts helping you shower, washing your body gently and praising you the whole time. (he was adamant about absolutely no shower sex, saying it wasn’t safe with you so far along)

eddie is weird, so when you start getting weird and lowkey sometimes gross food cravings, he is eating them with you

they both love giving you massages, holding your stomach from behind, literally anything that’ll take away some of your pain :((

steve cooks for you to make sure you’re getting enough nutrients for yourself and the baby

steve rubbing lotion on your stretch marks at night while eddie plays guitar and sings to you both (you three?)

steve is the type to come home with baby clothes or toys even if it’s something you really don’t need. “i saw it and i could just picture out baby wearing this so i had to buy it”

eddie will try to sneak either metal artist names or names from books onto your baby name list

[tbmunson]

Little Harrington; Water Birth - Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Reader.

Summary: Reader goes into labor and has a water birth at home. Inspired by everything @opalpuff4073 sent me. Thank you.

Warning: Pregnancy, Labor, Birth, Alluding to bad parents (Readers and Steve's), Mention of Steve and reader's wedding.

WC: 3.1K

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It was only half past noon when you stood to go to the bathroom. You sneezed when you stood, your entire body tensing and squeezing itself. "Oh, god." You mumble as you feel the warmth leak down your legs and puddle at your feet.

"Did your water just beak?" Robin pushed herself to sit up some while Steve scrambled to your side.

"What do you need, honey? Whatever it is, I'll get it."

"A towel, a mop, and a shower because I just peed myself, again." You sighed, looking up at him.

"Thank god." He sighed, physically relaxing under your gaze. "Will you help her to the shower? I'll get this cleaned up." He looked over at Robin who nodded.

She chuckled as she offered you a hand, careful not to get close to the puddle on the hardwood floor.

Once you were upstairs you let out a little grunt, taken off guard by the tightening of your lower stomach. "Oh, fuck. I think that was a contraction." You mumbled as Robin started the shower for you.

"Should I tell Steve?" She asked, sticking her hand under the stream to feel it warm up.

You shrugged, stripping the wet leggings off. "No, just tell him to come up here when he's finished. You can stay the night though, just in case." You offered watching her step back from the now warmed shower.

She nodded and smiled. "You're gonna have a baby."

"Water's gotta break first." That was the last part you clung to. It wasn't happening until your water broke. It wasn't that you didn't want it to happen, of course you did, but you were still scared. Nervous really.

Robin nodded again before exiting and leaving you to shower.

You were about finished when Steve knocked on the door as he opened it. "Robin said to come up here when I got done cleaning up." He said wearily, stepping into the steam filled room.

"Yeah." You replied, washing the last bits of conditioner from your hair. "I've had a couple of contractions. Nothing major. They're a long time apart and only last about ten seconds. It's making it more real, Stevie." You stated, squeezing the extra water from your hair after turning the shower off.

"How long apart?" He questioned, grabbing your towel and holding it open for you as your stepped out.

"Sometimes five minutes, up to ten. Give or take."

He nodded, wrapping you up and kissing your forehead. "I have the birthing tub set up in the sun room, but if you change your mind and wanna go to the hospital, we'll go." He stated, resting his chin on top of your wet head.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

You had more contractions through the day, wincing from time to time but they weren't close enough for any concern.

Robin settled into the guest room around ten while you and Steve laid in your own bed, trying to get some sleep. It was a bit past three in the morning when you gave up hope of getting any sleep due to the contractions coming stronger each time, and more frequently. It wasn't frequent enough to call the midwife though.

You got up from the bed, which woke Steve who had been barely asleep.

"You okay, baby?" He asked, sitting up to look at you.

You nodded and rubbed your belly. "Yeah, gotta use the bathroom." You answered, stepping towards the door.

He nodded back to you and laid down again, not even attempting to go back to sleep. He wouldn't until you were back in bed.

Once you'd finished peeing for what felt like the hundredth time in the last twenty four hours you stood to wash your hands. As your nightgown dropped you felt a rush of liquid. You froze on the spot, then gasped when you realized what happened.

"Hey, Steve!" You called, gripping the counter as a stronger contraction hit you.

"Yeah, baby?" He called back a slightly nervous tone as the bed creaked under his weight. He stepped into the light wearing only his long pajama pants and saw the wet floor, your face twisted in pain, and a hand on your belly. "Oh, shit."

You nodded, finally releasing the counter. "It's happening."

"Go get changed into something comfortable and I'll clean this up. Then we'll get the water in the birthing tub and call the midwife, okay? I'm gonna take care of you. I love you." He stepped up to you, grabbing your hands in his.

You smiled up at him, raising to your toes to kiss him gently. "I know you will. I love you too." You walked into the bedroom and changed into a pair of boyshorts underwear and a bralette, covering it with a robe in case you got cold.

Steve walked out of the bathroom and hugged you from behind. "I can't wait to see you as a mother. Especially to my child." His voice was soft, thoughtful. It brought tears to your eyes.

"We're going to do better than our parents." You sighed as you settled into him. You'd barely felt his hands hold your hips as a new contraction hit, causing you to groan with the intensity.

He held you through it, rubbing his thumbs over your exposed skin. "You're gonna do so good. You got this. You're doing so good, baby." He cooed into your ear until the contraction passed.

Once it did the two of you made your way downstairs and into the sunroom where he began filling the birthing tub. Robin had heard the two of you and emerged in her own pajamas, an old beaten band t and some plaid sleep shorts. "Is it time?" She asked, quickly followed by "What time is it?"

"It's almost four, and yeah. It's getting close." You gritted out through another contraction. They were getting closer together, near the two minute mark and they lasted a solid forty five seconds each now.

Steve brushed his hand over your shoulder as he stepped by. "I'm gonna call the midwife." He pressed a kiss to your cheek and walked to the kitchen to call.

Robin walked over and took a seat on the wicker couch. "How are you feeling?" She asked seriously, brows furrowing as she watched you.

You sighed as the contraction passed. "Overwhelmed. Excited. Terrified. I'm ready for her to be here, ya know, but I think I'm going to miss being pregnant." You chuckled, rubbing your belly as you settled next to her.

She laughed too and pointed towards where Steve had disappeared to. "I'm sure he won't have any issue with knocking you up again."

You smiled in his direction as he peeked into the doorway. "Maybe when she's one." You replied, reaching and grabbing her hand. "Do you wanna know her name?" You felt yourself tear up. The only people that knew what you'd planned on naming her was Steve, you, and the doctor.

"Yes, please." She answered quickly, resting her hand on your belly as another contraction hit.

You squeezed her wrist and groaned as Steve stepped back in with a water bottle for you. His free hand immediately rested on your shoulder, rubbing the skin. "I think that was two minutes from the last one." He whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

You nodded, resting your other hand on his as you breathed through the pain. You released both of them once it passed.

"Here, baby, you need to stay hydrated." Steve said, cracking the top and handing it to you.

You took it and sipped gently from the top before giving him a small smile. "Thank you, Stevie."

He stayed next to you, hand on your shoulder and held the bottle for you.

You looked back at Robin then up at Steve. "I'm gonna tell her." You smiled, bringing a similar one to Steve's face.

"Please tell me!" She begged, grabbing your hand and shaking it gently.

"Steve came up with it, really. He'd been thinking about it since before we found out she was a girl. He told me in the parking lot before the appointed what he wanted if she was a girl." You explained, watching Robin hang on every word.

Steve chucked and squeezed you. "Sometime before your next contraction would be great, I think."

"Yeah. Me too. So like now, please." She leaned closer as you pulled your hands to rest on your belly.

"Her name is going to be Robin. Robin Eloise Harrington. We're going to call her by her middle name for less confusion, but yeah..." Your tears returned and Robin's started for the first time.

"After me? Really?" She asked, wrapping her arms around you.

You nodded and sniffled. "Well, yeah. You've always been my best friend, and you set Steve and I up. You're kind of the reason she's even possible."

Steve's hand dropped down to rub your back as he timed the two minutes since the last.

Sure enough a contraction hit and you cried out, having not been expecting it. You'd been focused on your emotions.

He dropped to kneel next to you, rubbing you gently, whispering into your ear about how good you were doing. How you'd be holding your baby soon. How strong you were for this. He whispered to you until the contraction passed.

The time passed slowly, counting fifteen contractions, until there was a knock at the door. "That's the midwife. I'll be right back. Drink, okay?" He handed you the bottle before walking away.

"I'm so in love with him." You sighed before tipping the bottle and pouring the liquid into your mouth.

Robin chuckled and bumped your knee with hers. "I'd hope so. You're stuck with something in common for the rest of your lives, divorce or not." She joked as she watched you stand and mess with the radio.

"This life, and all of our future lives." You stated, turning it down to a soft background noise.

"That so?" He asked, leaning against the opening to the room.

You nodded and walked up to him. "Yep. I'll find you in every lifetime."

"That's so cute. I'm gonna go puke." Robin said, standing from her spot. She stepped out of the room and towards the bathroom, though it wasn't to actually throw up.

Steve chuckled at her as the song that had been playing came to an end. "The midwife is unloading everything. Told me to come check on you." He said, bending down to press a kiss to your lips.

You smiled as he pulled back, hearing the familiar start to Angel Eyes by The Jeff Healey Band played through the radio.

"We danced to this at our wedding, you know." He teased, because of you knew.

You giggled and nodded as he swayed you gently to the beat. "Yeah. How could I forget. Eddie demanded it be anything but Cyndi Lauper, otherwise he wouldn't be in the wedding."

Steve chuckled, thinking back to his long haired friend that night he joked about the first dance song being Time After Time, then to you in your wedding dress. "You were so beautiful that night, but I don't think you've ever been more beautiful to me than you are right now." His hand rested on the side of your face as the two of you continued the gentle swaying.

Tears once again pricked your eyes as you nuzzled into his hand. "You make my heart happy, Steve. I know you're going to make hers happy too." You looked into his glassy eyes as the song played gently and pulled him into another kiss.

He felt you starting to tense so he pulled back, pushing his face into your neck as you groaned from the contraction. "Let it out. I know. I know." He rubbed your back through the robe you still had on until you'd caught your breath.

"Hey, this is your first dance song." Robin said as she walked casually back into the room.

You couldn't help the small chuckle as you nodded.

Before you or Steve could say anything the Midwife came in with some equipment. "Good morning, how are we feeling?" She asked, grinning at the three of you.

"Ask me again once she's here." You replied, a small smile still playing on your lips.

"Oh yeah, I get that answer a lot." She laughed, sticking her hand out. "I'm Amanda, by the way." She said, glancing at Robin for that since they hadn't been introduced.

Robin smiled and took her hand. "I'm Robin. Y/N and I have been best friends since for ever. Here for extra emotional and moral support, although Steve's been doing great." She babbled slightly, nervous in front of a new person.

You gave her a smile, and clung to Steve as another contraction tore through you, causing you to bend slightly with the pain.

Steve rubbed your arm and petted your hair until it was over. He honestly hated the fact that you were in pain, especially enough to moan and groan, and he wanted to be any comfort he could be.

"I need to see how dilated you are. Can you take your underwear off and sit for me?" Amanda motioned to the chair next to the blow up tub.

You nodded and Steve helped you out of the underwear and into the chair as Amanda prepped.

She made effort not to look at you while she checked, nodding. "Oh, yeah, you're just about there honey. You'll probably have her before lunch." She stated as she removed her hand and took the glove off.

"Wow. That soon?" Steve asked, smiling down at you. He was really about to be a dad. About to hold his baby in his arms in a matter of hours.

"That's so exciting." Robin beamed, vibrating gently.

You, however, were hit with another contraction, groaning loudly and gripping the chair. Once it was over you opted to go ahead and get into the birthing tub, searching for some relief from the buoyancy of the salty water.

"Do you feel better?" Robin asked as she settled on the floor next to you, rubbing one of your arms.

You nodded and sighed. A lot of the pressure had been removed from your hips and you felt like you could move better in the water.

"Good, baby." Steve cooed, rubbing your other arm and holding the water bottle to your mouth, making sure you stayed hydrated.

Contractions continued as the sun rose higher and higher into the morning.

It was nearing ten now, Steve and Robin had only left your side to get you more water or use the bathroom, then it was right back to the floor next to the tub. Amanda did one more cervix check then and her eyes widened slightly. "You can start pushing, honey. That's her head I'm feeling."

You cried out as a contraction hit you, all the fear and anxiety came to an end and nature took over. You pushed, Steve and Robin gripping your hands as you did. Their worlds melted together, all praises and encouragements. It was the longest forty five minutes of your life, and you weren't finished.

"Come on baby. You're almost there. Amanda can see her head." Steve said before bringing your hand up to his lips for a kiss.

"Just another couple pushes and you'll be finished." Robin wiped the sweat from your forehead as you braced for the next contraction.

You pushed and felt yourself stretching as your baby moved down. You let go of Robin's hand and reached down, feeling the head of your baby. "One more." You mumbled, getting ready for the next contraction, searching for and gripping Robin's hand again.

"One more." Steve and Robin said in unison, reaching for each others hands for the final push.

You grunted, giving this push all of the strength you had left, then you felt all the pressure subside. As if in slow motion you watched Amanda guid the baby up and out of the water before placing her into your arms. You heard nothing other than her cries of life. Your own tears began to fall as you held her to your chest. You weren't sure when you'd let go of Steve and Robin's hands. The only thing you knew was that your baby was here.

"Ten forty two a.m." Amanda said, bringing you back. It was a time that would be etched into your brain for the rest of your life.

"Steve, look." You glanced up, watching his own tears fall down his face as he looked at the newborn in your arms.

"You did it, baby." He wrapped his arms around you from behind as Robin stood, grabbing the camera.

"If there was ever a picture perfect moment, it's this." Robin snapped the photo, both of you with your arms around your baby, Steve's head on your shoulder, both of you looking down at her crying face with the most love and adoration Robin had ever seen.

"God, she's so perfect." Steve whispered brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

Amanda smiled, grabbing a few things she needed to check the baby's heart and measurements before helping you deliver the placenta.

"I'm officially not pregnant anymore." It was bittersweet. You knew you'd miss feeling her moving around inside of you, but she was here and she was healthy. That's all you could ask for.

"Let me know when you want to change that." Steve chuckled, nudging you gently, making you laugh.

You smirked at Robin before looking back down at Eloise. "I don't know. When do you wanna be a big sister, huh?" You asked, bringing some of the water up to finish cleaning her off.

"You gotta cut the cord before you go planning for baby number two." Amanda said, bringing the placenta out of the water and handing Steve the scissors.

He watched Eloise as he cut, sighing when he realized it hadn't hurt her. Truthfully he'd been a little worried that it would. He smiled when she stayed sleeping across your chest.

Once everything was finished and deemed good Amanda left, leaving you, your husband, your best friend, and your newborn on your own.

"Who do we call first?" Steve asked, looking down as his daughter gripped his finger.

You looked at him and sent him a crooked grin. "Please, see if Eddie will bring me a burger and shake from the diner. I deserve it, right?" You pouted, rubbing Eloise's back gently.

"I think we all do, but you especially." He kissed the top of your head and went to dial the number to the Munson trailer.

"You really kicked ass in there." Robin said, resting her head on the back of the couch.

"And here I thought Eddie would be the first on to swear in front of her." You laughed, leaning your head against Robin, who mumbled yet another swear word under her breath before an apology.

You shrugged and sighed. "Between us, Dustin, and Mike she was bound to hear it sooner or later."

"If her first word is ass, I'm coming after you, Buckly." Steve joked, settling back in next to you. "Munson will be here soon with lunch." He added, kissing your cheek before doing the same to Eloise.

A/N: I left it off here because I will be writing a part for everyone meeting the baby later on. Hope you guys enjoyed it!