80s Band Imagines

💜Steven #4- 20 Years

Fluff

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"Babe, you ready?"
Steven yelled from downstairs.

"Yeah, I'm getting my shoes on."

I double-checked my outfit one more time before going down the hall.

"Hailey, we're leaving. Make sure your brothers are home in time. They said they'd be home by ten. And no boys."
I said shaking my finger at her, smiling.

"Mom, I just broke up with Dylan, the last thing I need is boys. As for my brothers, they said they'd be home by ten to me too. Go. Go have fun on your anniversary with Dad."

I ran down the stairs to see Steven waiting patiently on the couch.

"You ready babe?"
I ask, coming behind him, kissing his cheek.

"Yea, let's go. You look perfect."
He said, pecking my lips softly before we went out to the car.

He backed out of the driveway before making his way to the spot he'd picked for the date.

"20 years babe."
He smiled at me, hand leaving the driveshaft and clutching mine.

"20 years Sweetheart. Best 20 years ever."

"You'll love it where we're going. Drove all over before I stumbled across it."

"I'm sure I'll love it, Steven."

We drove for another while longer before he turned off onto a trail until the car stopped.

"Stevie, baby, there's nothing but trees."
I said, hoping I didn't sound doubtful (though I was).

"I know, just get out and follow me. You won't regret it, come on."

Steven and his smile were hard to say no to. So, reluctantly, I followed. He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me through this small, sort of hidden trail, that lead to a ledge. 
Steven let go of my hand and sat on the ledge before hopping down. 
I followed suit and when I turned around, my eyes were met with the most surreal scene.

There was a small pond, the moon making it shine in a way that you see in movies. The slight breeze moved the water in small waves. A picnic was set up with our favorite junk food underneath a weeping willow.

"Oh, Steven. I-It's beautiful."

"I know how much you dreamed of a date like this. In all the years we've been together, I've never given you one. We were so busy with touring and studios and kids; you deserved the perfect date."
He said, his baby blues meeting my gaze.

"Steven, I love it. I love you."
I brought him down to meet my lips.

"Come on, let's eat."
He said once we pulled apart.

Me and Steven laughed and joked and reminisced forever.

"Babe, do you remember my favorite memory?"

"The night you confessed your 'undying love'?"

"Go away!"
I yelled at the blonde trailing behind me.

"Dammit, June listen to me."

"No! I've listened to you enough. You gave me the idea. You went along with faking everything. You gave me this hope and then you ripped it away!"

I yelled, tears streaming down my face as I yelled at him, in our school parking lot.

"You think I wanted to? Do you think I want to leave you? To fake everything, because I didn't. I did it for both of us. I love you! But you loved someone else, so I came up with this stupid plan. But that was before I knew we were moving!"

"You- you love me?"

"Of course, I love you. I've always loved you and I'll never stop loving you."

"You mean that Steven?"
I ask stepping closer to him.

"Every fucking word."
He said bringing me flush against him. 

"I love you too."
I said barely finishing my sentence before his lips were crashing into mine.

"Steven, it's been 22 years since then."
I smiled up at him from my position on his chest.

"You know, I just realized, we got married, a month after graduation. You know how rare that is?"

"What? How we've stayed together so long?"

"How we've managed to stay together. After all the shit I've dragged you through, and you're still here. I don't know how I got so lucky to deserve you."
He said looking into my eyes, smiling softly.

"You deserve the fucking world Steven, and I'd give it to you if I could."

"But you have. You gave me three boys, and a beautiful girl, and another on the way-"

"You know?"
I asked, shocked. I thought I had hidden things well.

"Babe, you hate carrots. Out of nowhere, you ordered carrots and broccoli as an appetizer last week. You get up earlier than usual. I pretend not to hear you throw up. Trying to let you keep your secret."

"Steven, I- I'm scared. I haven't taken care of a baby in 7 years. What if I give out during birth? I can't leave y-"

"You won't. Sweetheart. I love you. The children will understand. I just want you to stop worrying. We'll figure everything out. But for now, we need to get home."

We quickly packed up and headed home. When we got there, we were relieved to see that the boys' car was parked in the driveway. 

We had quickly called it a night, checked on the kids. and got into bed.
I was cuddled up to Steven, our hands rested on my stomach. A small bump now beginning to show.

"Steven."

"June."

"I love you."

"Happy 20-year anniversary Sweetheart."
He chuckled before kissing my hair.

I figured everyone needed a little fluffy Steven after the last chapter.  Also, not the best, but I was in the mood to write about Popcorn.