description - your high school boyfriend is your son’s new baseball coach.
warnings - children…? not proofread!
it all started with your son, james, coming home and telling you about the cool new coach he had for his baseball team, he was so excited to go to practice since the new coach started, it was adorable.
when you took james to practice, you were shocked to see it was steve harrington. the steve harrington. the guy you used to hook up with in high school.
your heart drops, he’s still so hot.
steve looks up and sees james walking over to him, a huge smile on his face.
“hey, dude! you ready for practice?” he asks him cheerfully, patting his shoulder.
james responds excitedly and steve looks up, his face visibly drooping as he sees you.
“uh- hey…” he smiles, scratching the back of his neck. your stomach immediately fills with butterflies.
“hey… it’s nice to finally see you again.” you smile, your eyes flicking to james walking over to talk to his friends then back to steve, “james is really excited to have you as his coach, he loves you.” you chuckle.
steve smiles too and looks over at james.
“he’s a good kid, i should’ve known he was yours” he responds.
“you always brush it off when someone compliments you. you always have…” steve murmurs, immediately regretting it when he realises what he said.
“yeah… i still do it, huh…” you chuckle.
“well… you look really good.” he nods, “um- i gotta go… do my thing. speak to you later?”
during practice, you’re sat watching the kids play as steve casually wanders over to you, arms crossed over his chest and his jaw flexing as he chews his chewing gum.
“um… so are you married…?” he asks, trying to seem nonchalant. you look up at him and chuckle, shaking your head.
“no, dad left when he found out i was pregnant.” you tuck your hair behind your ear, falling quiet when you realise how self deprecating the sentence sounded.
“oh- i’m sorry…” he purses his lips, “he must’ve been a jackass.”
“yeah… real jackass…” you laugh, nodding as you agree with his statement.
he sits down next to you on the metal bench, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his thighs.
“so you’re not seeing anyone at the moment?” he looks up at you, a small smirk on his lips.
“why? you wanna ask me out?” you tease, giggling at him.
“if that’s okay with you…” he responds, licking his lips as he looks you up and down, just like he did when you were younger.
“that’s totally okay with me.” you smile.
“enzo’s, saturday night?” he tilts his head, giving you the familiar look, those big brown eyes.
“enzo’s is still open?” you raise your eyebrows, steve chuckles, “i can do that… is it like… a date?” you question, just wanting to make sure.
“yeah, a date” he grins, nodding his head for extra effect.
writes note - i’m kinda proud of this idea! part 2?