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Part 19 of Hype's holiday drabbles 2024 , Part 7 of Whatever you want it to be, Part 1 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Steddie Bingo 2025 - Round One
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2024-12-14
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Wherever you wanna go

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“Stop laughing,” Eddie grouses, admitting defeat and stomping back to their park bench. “You won’t think it’s funny when she falls.”

“You worry too much,” Steve chuckles, kissing his cheek. “She's gonna be fine.”

Eddie groans. “The stubborn streak on this kid is unbelievable.”

“Yeah?” Steve shoots him a side-glance and goes back to his parenting magazine. “Sounds like someone I know.”

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Written for the Steddie Holiday Drabble challenge on tumblr, day 14
Prompt: Together

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Chapter 1

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“Okay, we’ve been over this,” Eddie says. “I know you value your independence, and I appreciate your commitment, but there's no shame in accepting a little help, yeah?” 

“No,” Lizzie replies, swatting him off with tiny hands. “Lone.” 

“But-” Eddie says, but she doesn’t listen, just continues her way up the slide with a determined frown. She looks ridiculously like Steve - from the way her chestnut hair falls into her face, all the way to the stubbornly set jaw and pouty bottom lip. Speaking of Steve …

“Stop laughing,” Eddie grouses, admitting defeat and stomping back to their park bench. “You won’t think it’s funny when she falls.” 

“You worry too much,” Steve chuckles, kissing his cheek. “She's gonna be fine.” 

Eddie groans. “The stubborn streak on this kid is unbelievable.” 

“Yeah?” Steve shoots him a side-glance and goes back to his parenting magazine. “Sounds like someone I know.” 

“Well, that’s one thing she gets from me, at least,” Eddie huffs. “I grow her in my own body, go through the absolute hell that is labor, and she pops out looking like your little clone? That's just unfair.” Steve turns a page. “I’ve read that it’s fairly normal for them to look more like the alpha parent for the first year or two. Keeps us emotionally attached, apparently. And for the record, she gets a lot of things from you.” 

“Huh,” Eddie mutters, slotting closer into his space. It’s getting chilly, but Steve always runs warm, and his sweater is fluffy and soft. “Hope she didn’t get the goldfish brain and the smart mouth. I’d like her to have an easy life.” 

“Hey now. I like your mouth,” Steve smirks. Eddie slaps his arm. “And just so you know, I was talking about your determination and your passion, and your love for music, among other things. The way she goes off when you play that guitar?” 

Eddie grins, even as something in his chest tugs. 

“She is the best audience I’ve ever had,” he concedes. “And my metal version of Wheels on the Bus slaps, I think we can all agree there.” They lapse into silence for a few seconds.

“Speaking of music,” Steve finally says, setting aside his magazine so that he can take Eddie’s hand. “That new bar on Lincoln’s is looking for live acts. Maybe you should-” 

Eddie shakes his head. The treacherous thing in his chest twists. “Nah, Stevie, I don’t think so.” 

Steve frowns. “Why not? It might be a good way for you to get back into things. You always wanted-” 

“Yes,” Eddie says. “But when these places say they’re looking for music acts, they don’t mean scrawny omegas with a toddler at home.” He stands, meaning to walk back to Lizzie, but Steve doesn’t let go of his hand. “You can’t know that unless you try. They might say yes. And I’ve no problem staying home with Liz, you know that.”

Something bittersweet and warm blooms behind Eddie’s collarbone. He sighs, sinking back onto the bench. “I know, big boy. You're brilliant with her. That's not what I'm worried about.” 

Steve flushes at the praise, but his eyes hold the same determination as on the day when he first proposed courtship to Eddie. Like he’s ready to tear apart anyone who’ll try and hurt him. 

“You shouldn’t worry at all,” he says. “Whatever you wanna do, wherever you wanna go, we’ll find a way together, yeah? Just … promise me you’ll think about it?” 

Eddie is nodding before he even knows it. How could he do anything else in the face of those earnest puppy-dog eyes? 

“Yeah, okay,” he says, leaning in for a brief kiss. “I guess I can-” 

A loud clang and a shrill cry interrupt him. When they whip around, Lizzie is scrambling upright at the end of the slide and holding her head, big tears running down her cheeks. “Fuck,” Eddie groans, jumping up to get to her, but Steve beats him to it and scoops her up in his arms. 

“That’ll leave a bump,” he says. “Come on, lemme kiss it better.” Lizzie, whose wails have already quietened, giggles as he leaves a trail of loud, wet smooches all over the side of her face. The warm, fuzzy thing in Eddie’s chest flutters as he joins them. Lizzie burrows her face into his neck, seeking his scent, but refuses to leave Steve’s arms when he attempts to hand her over. Eddie goes for wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist instead, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Oh, isn’t this adorable?” When they look up, an old lady is standing next to the slide, grocery bags in both hands. 

“Never mind me, dears,” she giggles. “I just think it’s beautiful, seeing young families together like this. You don’t see many alphas being that involved. Don’t let that one go, he’s a keeper.” “Thank y-” Eddie starts to say, but then it dawns on him that she isn’t looking at him. She’s looking at Steve. Steve, with his fuzzy, pastel-colored sweater, who’s cradling their little daughter with the softest, most gooey smile on his face. “Erm, actually-” “Oh, don’t worry,” Steve interrupts him, laying his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “I’m not planning to. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

“What the fuck?” Eddie hisses as the woman trundles on and Steve shouts a cheery goodbye after her. “What was that all about?” 

Steve disentangles himself from his embrace, kissing his cheek once more before he carries Lizzie over to her stroller. 

“What?” he calls over his shoulder. “Let people assume what they want, we don’t owe them an explanation.” 

He’s right, Eddie thinks as they start making their way home. They don’t owe anyone shit. As long as the three of them are together and happy, that’s all that matters. 

He’s planning on keeping it this way. 

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