𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 6k words
summary: in which robin ropes you, steve, and eddie into helping her babysit for the night
warnings: explicit language, secret relationship, a bit of fluff
author’s note: this was very very fun to write and this was also the fastest that i've been able to start and actually finish something in a really long time so yeah hope yall enjoy<333
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“Robin, what made your cousin think that you’d be good at taking care of a seven-month-old baby?”
“Because I told her I could do it.”
“Okay,” Steve’s voice matched both your and Robin’s quiet tones. “And why did you tell her that when I’m pretty sure you’ve never babysat anyone in your life?”
Before Robin could answer the question— which was a completely valid question that you really wanted to hear the answer to— you all heard the sound of the front door slamming shut followed by an immediate “Sorry!”, and suddenly the sleeping baby that you three had been staring at woke up and burst into tears.
The three of you let out a collective groan, and Robin was the one to reach into the crib that had been set up in the living room and pick up Avery.
It was Eddie who had slammed the door, of course. Not only was he the only person that could’ve been coming into the house right then, but he was also a chronic door slammer so anytime there was any sort of loud slam heard within the house it was very safe to assume that he was the culprit.
You were the first to notice Eddie’s furrowed eyebrows when he walked into the living room and saw the crib and the crying baby in Robin’s arms.
“What the fuck is happening?”
“Hey,” Robin said, giving him a serious look. “No cursing in front of the baby.”
“Why is there a baby here?” Eddie asked, still confused, and then he snapped his fingers as if he realized something. “Wait, Steve, is this your long-lost kid?”
Steve didn’t hesitate to roll his eyes at what he deemed a dumb question. “Fuck off.”
Robin immediately gave him a look similar to the one she had just given Eddie. “No cursing.”
“Robin’s babysitting for her cousin,” You decided to fill Eddie in on what happened in the past thirty minutes. “And neither me nor Steve seem to know the reason why.”
You’d been in your room when the doorbell rang half an hour ago, reading a book that was just starting to get good. You knew that Robin and Steve were home and one of them would probably go answer the door, so you didn’t make any move to get up from the comfortable position you had found yourself in on your bed. Until Steve was knocking on your door ten minutes later, and saying, “You’re not gonna believe this.”
And when you walked out into the living room and saw the crib that had been set up and the baby sleeping in it, you could fully say that Steve was right. You didn’t believe this.
“When Shelley first had Avery, I told her that I’d be happy to babysit for her anytime she needed it. I didn’t really mean it, I was just saying it to be nice, and I genuinely didn’t think it would ever actually happen. But, she called this morning and told me that her babysitter for the night fell through, and she and her husband have tickets for this play thing in the city, so she decided to take me up on my babysitting offer,” Robin explained, making her voice loud enough to be heard over Avery’s crying. “I obviously couldn’t say no, and now here we are.”
Hearing that made you give her a bewildered look. “You’ve known since this morning?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Robin responded meekly.
Eddie let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sigh. “Can we all agree that surprises should be fun and exciting, and not ones where we’re fully in charge of someone’s life?”
“I know you guys are mad at me right now,” Robin started. “But I need to say that I’m really glad that we all see this as an us problem and not just a me thing.”
“Yeah, well, I think it would be considered child endangerment if we let you take care of her by yourself,” Steve said with a joking shrug that made you laugh.
“I should definitely feel offended by that comment, but I don’t because you’re right,” Robin told him. “But anyway, I think everything will go perfectly okay tonight, and we’re all gonna do a great job babysitting because I was told that she’s a very chill and easygoing baby.”
In the moment, that didn’t feel entirely true, and Eddie pointed out the obvious. “She’s literally crying in your arms right now.”
Somehow, Avery seemed to have only gotten louder in the last few minutes, not at all responding to the way that Robin was holding her and trying to soothe her.
“That’s because you slammed the door and woke her up. She’d been sleeping when Shelley dropped her off.”
“I think you’re doing something wrong,” Steve jumped in before the arguing furthered, and proceeded to pull Avery from Robin’s arms. He started rocking her softly, and then she was finally calming down.
The three of you were surprised to see how easy he was able to do it— even he seemed shocked by how he managed to do that so quickly— and Eddie was the first to say something. “Okay, so Steve’s officially: Steve ‘the baby whisperer’ Harrington.”
“He’s used to this,” Robin reminded him.
Eddie nodded. “Oh yeah, that’s true.”
“You guys know that I haven’t babysat actual babies before, right?”
They both simultaneously shrugged, but Robin was the one to say, “Close enough.”
In minutes, Avery was back to sleep, and Steve was putting her back in her crib. All of you were practically holding your breath to see if she would stir awake again after Steve slowly set her down, but she didn’t. And you inwardly sighed in relief.
“Okay,” You whispered. “Now what?”
Steve took a look at the watch he was wearing. “It’s five right now. What time are they coming to pick her up, Robs? Ten?”
Robin didn’t immediately answer the question, which made you worried about what she was going to say. “In the morning.”
Eddie started laughing, but quickly stopped when no one else joined in. “Wait, you’re not joking?”
Robin shook her head in response and was about to say something, but then Avery made a soft noise, and all of you were looking at her once again. Her eyes were still closed, but she squirmed for a second, like she was trying to get completely comfortable.
“Alright,” You whispered once she seemed to be peaceful and quiet again. “Can we please go to the kitchen before one of us— and by one of us, I mean Eddie— accidentally wakes her up again?”
You received nods in response from Robin, Steve, and Eddie, and you all quietly made your way into the kitchen.
“Okay, Robin, fill us in on everything,” You said as you leaned back against the counter. “You didn’t just, like, randomly adopt a baby today and now we’re all parents, right?”
You were obviously joking with your question, but at this point, with everything else that had happened so far, if Robin answered yes, you actually wouldn’t have been all too surprised.
“No, I promise, it’s just for tonight,” She answered, and it was almost comical how fast you, Steve, and Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief. “And Shelley wrote down everything that we need to know and what we have to do.” She pulled out a folded-up piece of paper that she had pocketed in the back of her jeans. “This is actually gonna be so easy and fine.”
“Famous fucking last words,” Eddie said and quickly continued before Robin could give him a look. “And you can’t scold me for saying fuck because the baby is not in our presence right now.”
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It had been Eddie’s idea for you to move into Steve’s house six months ago, and it was an idea that he never liked letting anyone forget about because he liked to call it “one of his best.” He and Robin had already been living there for close to a year at that point. You didn’t know the full backstory at first, but you thought it was sweet; the three of them living in Steve’s childhood home because it was more than big enough and because his parents spent all of their time in Chicago now.
During a slow day at work, you ranted to Eddie about how your landlord was raising the rent to a stupidly high number that you wouldn’t be able to afford, so you were trying to figure out other options.
You hadn’t told Eddie about all of that in hopes that he’d figure out some sort of solution for you. You just wanted to vent about the annoying problem, and since there was no one in the record store right then, you figured it was perfect timing. However, it was right after that rant that Eddie said, “Oh, I have the best idea,” and then proceeded to flip the ‘We’re Open’ sign to ‘Sorry, we’re closed’ and told you to follow him as he walked a few doors down to Family Video.
Robin and Steve were behind the counter sorting tapes when Eddie told them that you should move in with them. You protested immediately— not knowing that that was the idea he had— because at that point, you hadn’t really considered yourself a part of their “group.”
Sure, you were friends; you met Eddie when you started working at the record store a year prior, and you occasionally hung out with them all at Steve’s place when something was happening there. But you didn’t think that you were at all close enough to them to join in on their living situation.
Steve was the one to tell you that you were wrong, though, and honestly, his thoughts on the matter were what you cared about the most since it was his house after all.
It took some back and forth and a lot of questioning “Are you sure’s?” and “Are you really sure’s?” from you to all of them for you to feel completely comfortable and not like they were just pitying you for the sake of you kind of needing this. They weren’t pitying you, though— or at least it wasn’t entirely about that— they really did want you to live with them, and the gesture warmed your heart a lot more than you had wanted to admit in the moment.
And the rest was history, you officially became the fourth roommate a week later, which everyone said was pretty perfect because there was one guest bedroom left anyway. But also, according to Robin and Eddie, it was slightly “not so perfect” because that room was right next to Steve’s bedroom, and apparently, he could be a terribly loud snorer at times.
After your first night, when you didn’t hear anything, you figured that they had just been joking. But then two nights later, you heard it, and it was, in fact, terrible. Not enough to make you want to move out of this place where you were currently living rent-free, though, obviously.
However, Steve’s random snoring was nothing compared to Avery’s crying.
“Okay, so since she’s still crying after we changed her, that means she must be hungry,” Robin said, reading off the paper from earlier. “Shelley wrote down how to make a bottle.”
It had barely been an hour since Steve had been able to get her back to sleep. The four of you sat in the living room watching a movie on mute because you were scared of any noise waking her, but forty minutes into the movie, she started crying again. Which, at first, confused you all because nothing had happened, but then you smelled the issue.
“I’ll help you with the bottle since I did have to leave the room when you guys changed her,” Eddie said. He had started gagging at the smell, which you would’ve laughed at if you weren’t also trying to hold back your own gags.
They went off into the kitchen, and you and Steve stayed in the living room. He was still holding Avery as she wailed, and you hoped that making a bottle was a quick process because it was honestly a little sad to watch her be this upset.
“So, I guess, we shouldn’t tell them tonight,” Steve said, keeping his voice at a normal level because there was no way that Eddie and Robin would be able to hear your conversation over Avery’s crying.
“No,” You quickly shook your head. “But, also, even if this babysitting thing wasn’t happening, I would still think that we shouldn’t tell them tonight.”
“Yeah, because you don’t think we should ever tell them.”
“Exactly,” You responded. “Because if we do, it’ll change everything. Robin will say that we’re ruining the ‘delicate roommate ecosystem,’ and Eddie will feel offended that I didn’t tell him sooner because he never hesitates to tell me anything and everything that happens with him.”
“They’re gonna be fine,” Steve assured you, and even though he’d known Robin and Eddie for longer, so he definitely knew them better than you did, it was still hard to let yourself fully believe him in this moment. “They’ll probably even be happy for us.”
“Do you really, really think that?”
“Us not telling them made sense in the beginning since we weren’t sure if this was serious or not,” He explained and you gave him a quick nod in understanding. “But, we’re officially dating now, and this is very serious and real, so they kinda have to be happy for us.”
“Forced happiness is the best kind,” You joked dryly.
Steve shook his head at you even as he laughed. “You’re overthinking this.”
You nodded, not afraid to admit it. “Yes. One of us has to.”
“This can’t stay a secret forever.”
“It totally could.”
“Okay, what I meant to say was I don’t want to keep this a secret forever.”
You opened your mouth to respond to him, but the sound of something crashing in the kitchen turned both of your attention that way.
“What was that?” You asked, making your voice loud enough so that Robin and Eddie could hear you.
“Robin did something really bad,” Eddie responded, which made you and Steve rush into the kitchen.
You immediately noticed the can of formula spilled entirely on the ground, and your eyes widened a bit.
You looked down at the mess for a beat or two longer and then at Robin. “Was that all of it?”
She nodded. “Yes, I was trying to put the cap back on and the whole thing slipped out of my hand.”
“The good news is we already finished this bottle, so we’re not entirely effed right now,” Eddie said, holding up the bottle in his hand, and you inwardly sighed in relief. That wasn’t just good news, it was great news.
“Okay, we’ll clean up here and feed her, and you two go to the store and get another can,” Steve said, immediately going into mom mode and problem-solving.
“Aye, aye, captain,” Eddie nodded and saluted him, and then looked at Robin. “Let’s go, Robs.”
Robin picked up the now-empty can off the ground, so they’d remember which one they’d need to get from the grocery store. “We’ll be back in twenty. Hopefully.”
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The first time you and Steve kissed, there was a part of you that wanted it to suck. It would’ve made things a lot easier and less complicated.
However, it didn’t suck. At all.
You had been in the kitchen in the middle of the night, rummaging through the freezer, when you heard him say a soft, “Hey.”
You jumped, startled, even though Steve wasn’t trying to scare you, and you turned to look at him. It was dark, only the moonlight shining in through the kitchen window doing something to bring some light to the space, but your eyes had long adjusted to it. Steve's hair was a mess, which made sense since he had probably just woken up, and he had on a plain t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.
You suddenly felt self-conscious about what you were wearing in comparison; a t-shirt, underwear, and that was it. You hadn’t expected to run into anyone in the kitchen; you weren’t even planning to be in there for long, so the thought of putting on shorts or sweatpants didn’t cross your mind once.
You tugged at your t-shirt, even though you knew it really did nothing to cover your bottom half.
“I promise I’m not looking at your flowery pink underwear,” Steve said.
You promptly rolled your eyes at him. “Shut up.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” You answered as you closed the freezer.
He gave you a look. “Why are you being weird?”
“I’m not.”
“You definitely are.”
You stayed quiet, instead of rebutting him that time around, and then you sighed. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”
Steve nodded quicker than you expected him to. “Okay, promise.”
“There’s this specific kind of ice cream I get,” You started, trying hard not to roll your eyes at yourself because of how silly it felt saying this out loud. “It’s stupidly expensive, but at the same time, worth every penny, and I hate having to share it, so I’ve been keeping it hidden behind the bag of frozen brussels sprouts because I didn’t think any of you would look back there.”
For a moment, Steve was quiet, which didn’t do anything to help you feel any less silly, and then he let out an amused sound. “That’s kind of brilliant.”
“And also very insane, I know, but thank you,” You gave him a small smile. “So, why are you up right now?”
“I had a shitty dream and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I was just gonna watch TV in the living room.”
A small frown took over your features for a brief moment; even in the darkness, Steve could see that, and then you nodded at his words and opened the freezer again so that you could pull out your ice cream. You then grabbed two spoons and made your way into the living room, heading for the couch. Steve didn’t follow you at first, not until you said, “You coming?”
He gave you a small, questioning smile. “You’re letting me have some of your fancy ice cream?”
“Shitty dreams call for fancy ice cream,” You said as you pulled a blanket over you to cover your lap and then handed a spoon over to Steve when he sat down next to you and stole some of the blanket. “Do you wanna talk about the dream?”
A part of you expected him to say no, and you would’ve been okay with that; you just wanted him to know that you cared. But, he didn’t shake his head at your question.
“It’s this recurring dream that I’ve been having since elementary school. It doesn’t happen too often anymore, but when it does, it really sucks,” Steve explained. “It’s basically me stuck alone in this dark maze, and there’s no way to get out. I just run around in circles and keep getting stuck at dead ends until I wake up.”
“Fuck, that sounds terrible,” You pulled the top off the carton of ice cream and handed it over to him. “Here.”
Steve scooped out a spoonful and proceeded to try your fancy ice cream, and then let out a surprised sound. “Holy shit, this is amazing.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction. “I know.”
“How expensive is ‘stupidly expensive’?”
“No comment.”
“Okay, in that case, I feel truly honored that you’re sharing this with me.”
“You’re welcome,” You told him as you shifted a little on the couch. Your knee accidentally brushed his thigh, and you immediately felt warm all over.
This wasn’t the first time that you felt something around Steve. Probably from the moment you met him, you had a sort of pull toward him. But it was easy not to think too much into it, at first, because you didn’t see him super often, and it was rare that you two would ever talk outside of a group setting. Living with him was completely different, though. Whatever you had tried to deny and avoid before could not be pushed away the more you got to really know him.
In this moment, a comforting quietness took over as you two shared your ice cream in the darkness of the living room. Neither of you even made any move to turn on the TV, even though that had been the plan at first.
“Hey, um, I definitely don’t say this enough, but thank you for letting me live here,” You abruptly told him. You didn’t know where your sudden sentimental words were coming from, but you just wanted to say them right then. You’d been really grateful for the last three months, and you wanted to make sure Steve knew that.
“No problem. I really like having everyone here. It’s nice, like, actually making this house feel like a home for once,” He responded, looking at you in the darkness. “If that makes sense.”
“It makes complete sense,” You told him with a quick nod. You thought about his bad dream and how what he had in his house now was quite literally the opposite of that; there was no loneliness here anymore. “We’re all like a little family, I guess. Cousins, basically? Or actually siblings would probably make the most sense.”
He laughed a little as he shook his head. “I can see Robin as a sister, but you not so much.”
His words surprised you and made you feel a little shy all of a sudden, but you didn’t want to get quiet or brush past them.
“Should I feel offended or flattered about that?” You asked before you could potentially think better of it. Was it the darkness that was making you both feel somewhat bold for once?
“I guess that depends on how you see me,” Steve answered quietly. “Cousin, sibling, just a friend?”
You considered his question for a moment before deciding to continue on the train of honesty. “None of the above.”
You knew what your answer was really telling him, and, surprisingly enough, it didn’t feel all that scary admitting this to him.
You were about to toss the question back at him, but Steve was kissing you before you could. And no, there was absolutely nothing about the kiss that sucked, even though you kind of wanted it to so that things could just stay as they were. Even before “What does this mean?” questions were spoken between you and him, you were already thinking ahead about how much this would change everything if it actually did mean something.
He tasted sweet, just like the ice cream you both had been sharing moments ago, and that ice cream was pushed to the side as you let him pull you into his lap.
At first, it all started out as simply “two people having fun,” both of you wholeheartedly agreed on that, but then it just as quickly turned serious. A month and a half later, one night when you were about to sneak back into your bedroom before the sun came up, Steve asked you to be his girlfriend and you happily smiled and nodded in answer.
You were reminded of that first night with him in this moment. A similar quietness took over once Avery’s crying came to a stop when she finally got her bottle. And now that there was actual silence in the house, it felt damn near deafening.
Your and Steve’s conversation from earlier definitely wasn’t done, but neither of you brought it up again when Robin and Eddie left.
He was feeding Avery, and you were sitting next to him on the couch, waiting for him to be done because you were on burping duty.
“Are we fighting?” You asked him.
Steve looked at you for a second and then back down at Avery. “Maybe a little bit.”
“Okay, well, can we just skip to the making up part?” You asked as you shifted a little closer to him, lips briefly finding his cheek and then you pouted at him. “I don’t wanna fight with you.”
His eyes met yours again, and you could see his features softening. “You can be honest with me. Actually, I really need you to be honest with me. Do you want to keep us a secret forever?”
His questioning words were soft, and you knew that he was essentially asking if you were second-guessing things between you and him, if you didn’t think it was serious like he did, and you quickly wanted to tell him that that wasn’t the case at all.
“No, of course not. I’d love to do all of the disgustingly cute stuff with you in public and in front of our friends. Sometimes it actually pains me that I can’t hold your hand or cuddle up next to you when we’re all watching TV out here on the couch,” You said, and noticed a small smile tug at his lips. “But, I just don’t want things to change between us and everyone.”
Steve shook his head at your words. “Nothing's gonna change. It’ll probably be a shock at first, but then that’ll quickly blow over, and everything will be normal. We’ll finally get to go on a real date, and you won’t have to sneak out of my room before everyone else wakes up anymore, and we won’t have to sit on opposite sides of the room during movie nights.”
You genuinely loved the sound of that, every single thing that Steve had said; it was perfect to you. You wanted all of those things with Steve and then some. And because of that, you finally let yourself lean into his words a little bit instead of completely arguing them.
“Promise?”
He nodded immediately. “Promise. And even if they do somehow see this as terrible news— which they won’t, but I’m just throwing out the worst case scenario for a second— we’ll figure it out because I like you a lot and that’s definitely not gonna change.”
You leaned in to kiss him then. It was quick, even though neither of you wanted it to be, and at an awkward angle because you didn’t want to disturb Avery.
“Okay, screw it, let’s tell them tonight,” You said when you pulled back from the kiss and met his gaze again.
Steve laughed a little at your newfound enthusiasm. “Easy there, tiger. I still do think we should wait until we’re all off of babysitting duty.”
Logically, that did make the most sense. Throwing this news at Robin and Eddie tonight would pull focus from the one thing that you all needed to focus on completely.
“Okay, yeah, you’re right,” You nodded. “Tomorrow then.”
Steve nodded back and smiled at you. “Tomorrow.”
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“Are we doing something wrong?” You asked, trying to hold back your yawn but failing miserably. “It’s two in the morning, why is she still awake?”
“I don’t know, but I’m personally seconds away from passing out,” Robin yawned too and shifted on the couch, resting her head against the arm of it.
“She’s not crying right now, so I’m counting this as a win,” Eddie said, somehow more wide awake than any of you. He was sitting on the small loveseat with Avery in his lap, and her eyes were glued to the movie playing on the TV. “And I’m her favorite, so double win.”
Eddie was right about at least one of those things— you weren’t entirely sure if you would consider him as her favorite; although she did seem pretty content with him, you figured it was because where he was sitting had the closest view to the TV.
But, yes, she wasn’t crying at this moment, and you also counted that as a huge win. However, as it got later and later into the night, you were starting to wonder if this was a good idea because she did not seem as if she was getting tired.
At one point, Robin tried turning off the TV because you all thought that maybe that would help her fall asleep. But, instead, the second the TV was off, Avery started crying, so Robin immediately turned it back on, and you all decided to just let her keep watching the movie and hopefully she’d get tired eventually. You all were still waiting for that “eventually” to happen.
“And at least, she has good taste,” Eddie continued. “There’s much worse stuff we could be watching right now.”
“Please tell me you have other Muppets movies,” You said, turning to look at Steve, who was sitting on the couch with Robin. You opted for being on the carpeted floor because you wanted to at least lie down, even though you couldn’t go to sleep. “I can’t take watching this one for a third time.”
Robin immediately shook her head before Steve could answer your question. “No, we shouldn’t change it. What if she only likes The Muppets Take Manhattan?”
“She’s seven months old. I don’t think she’ll know the difference between this one and, like, the first one.”
“Still. I don’t think we should take our chances.”
“And this is the only Muppets movie I have, so we’re sadly stuck with it,” Steve jumped in, and you sighed as you readjusted the throw blanket draped across your body.
“Hey, since Eddie is her favorite. He should stay up with her, while the rest of us go to sleep,” Robin suggested, and you smiled at her words.
Eddie immediately gave her a look. “That is the most evil thing you have ever said.”
“I think that’s a brilliant idea,” You said, bypassing his words. “We should vote on it.”
“Fuc— Fudge off,” Eddie quickly responded. “You can’t leave me alone. You guys know I’ll throw up if she poops or throws up.”
Robin sighed. “Fine, we won’t leave you to fend for yourself.”
“Thanks. How considerate of you,” Eddie responded in the most deadpan voice ever.
“Is this when we finally turn on each other?” Steve asked, an amused yet tired smile on his face. “I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t happened sooner.”
Robin shook her head. “No, we are one big happy family.”
“One big happy sleep-deprived family,” You corrected her.
She let out a laugh. “Sadly, yes.”
The credits for the movie started rolling, and before Avery could get fussy, Steve got up from the couch to restart it.
It was toward the end of that third rewatch of The Muppets Take Manhattan that Avery finally fell asleep, and Eddie successfully set her down in her crib without waking her. You all simply stayed in the living room because it made the most sense, and it also made waking up at five in the morning due to Avery’s crying easier, too, since none of you were completely comfortable or were even having a good sleep.
Steve got up to get her, and you helped him change her, while Robin and Eddie went into the kitchen to make her a bottle. At this point, the four of you had the routine down to a science.
“What time is Shelley coming?” Steve was the one to ask the question that you and Eddie were also wondering.
“She said no later than seven,” Robin answered as she turned the TV to something not Muppets related.
It was exactly 6:57 when the doorbell rang, and Robin practically ran over to the front door to open it.
For the most part, the goodbyes were quick. Shelley thanked you all profusely for babysitting for the night, and then she went to grab Avery, and it was so obvious just how happy she was to see her mom. There was the widest smile on her face that genuinely warmed your heart and made how exhausting last night had been sort of worth it.
Eddie and Steve took down the crib and put it in the car, and you and Robin packed up everything else— all of the feeding stuff in the kitchen, the bibs strewn about the living room, and a stray toy that she played with once before getting bored with it.
You all walked them to the car, saying your final goodbyes to Avery once she was strapped in her car seat, and then the four of you waved at the car as Shelley drove away like you were sending a child off to college.
“Guys, I know last night was kinda rough, but I already miss her,” Eddie said when the car turned the corner and was completely out of view.
“We should so open up a daycare center,” Robin said as the four of you started walking back into the house.
You let out a soft laugh at her words. “I’m gonna pretend that’s the exhaustion talking and you don’t really believe that’s a good idea.”
“Yeah, actually, let’s wait until I get a full eight hours of sleep, and then we can maybe revisit that idea.”
“I would list a bunch of reasons why that’s an idea we should never revisit, but I’m really close to peeing my pants right now, so we’ll save that for a second. Hold on,” Eddie said before heading to the bathroom.
Steve plopped down on the couch, and you followed suit, not thinking twice before sitting down right next to him and cuddling into his side. It was your sleep-deprived brain telling you to do it, completely forgetting that you and Steve did not do this type of thing in front of your friends.
“Oh?” Robin said, immediately giving you both a surprised look as Steve wrapped an arm around you, and you sighed in contentment. Her one questioning word was enough to make you realize what you two had just done, but you were too tired to move and pretend that you didn’t want to simply just be in his arms right then. “What’s happening here?”
Steve let out a yawn. “Oh, yeah, we’re dating.”
He said it like it was the most normal thing ever— as if she had just asked him what time it was or what the weather would be like for the day— and his words had a nonchalance to them that made you want to laugh and push yourself impossibly closer to him.
You weren’t entirely sure what you expected Robin to say in response to this simply stated news, but it definitely wasn’t a happily sighed, “Finally.”
Your eyebrows furrowed at that. “Finally?”
“Yeah, finally, we don’t have to pretend anymore that you two aren’t obsessed with each other,” Robin responded, and before you and Steve could say anything to that, Eddie walked back into the living room.
“What’s happening?”
“They admitted that they’re dating.”
“Fuck, yeah. Finally,” Eddie said, and did a singular clap of his hands. “We were really starting to wonder how long you guys were gonna keep it a secret.”
“How long have you guys known?” Steve asked. This was definitely not the conversation to have on practically zero hours of sleep, but you were curious and you wanted to know the answer too.
“We started suspecting like a month ago, but the last few weeks it felt really obvious,” Robin answered.
“It was actually hilarious,” Eddie chimed in. “Robin came up to me one night and was like, ‘They’re definitely fucking, right?’” He laughed, and it surprised you to hear him say that. You honestly thought that you and Steve had been great at keeping things a secret. “Anyway, though, as long as you guys aren’t having sex in public spaces of the house, we strongly support your relationship.”
That made you laugh. “We promise to keep all sexual activity in our bedrooms.”
“Okay, but what about if you guys aren’t here and we’re the only two in the house?” Steve asked.
Robin quickly shook her head. “Absolutely no having sex on the communal couch that we all sit on. Don’t make me murder you, dingus.”
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