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"Bollocks."
That was never a good thing to ear at 9pm on a Monday. Steven was late, even later than usual, which probably meant that Donna had managed to get him to stay after his shift had ended with a random excuse. You despised that woman with a passion.
You sat up on the couch, you rested your cup of tea on the coffee table and stretched your arms behind your back, then up above your head. It was late, you had tried to watch an episode of Bake Off but it wasn't fun without Steven and his commentary, witty remarks and all.
He closed the door quietly, put the safety lock in and then locked it again, leaving the keys in the keyhole. It was his routine, he needed to follow it religiously without fail, every night he did the same thing, you were used to it by now. You didn't feel safe without it anymore.
"Hey, handsome." You greeted him, a hand on your lower belly. "Are you alright?"
"No." He sighed and beelined toward the couch, plopping down next to you with his eyes closed. He still had his name tag on. "It was a shitty day, I bloody hated it."
You gently grabbed the tag and took it off, placing it on the table before pushing a hand in Steven's hair so that he could rest on your chest, face smushed between your breasts. He loved being there, he loved moving his hand up to your tits and just holding onto them while you petted his hair. He thrived during those situations, he felt safe.
Steven whimpered and clung to you, his eyes were still closed, his hands were gripping your arms tightly and he was breathing a little too fast for your liking. He needed to unwind, he needed to relax and let go for the night, forget about everything so that he could be happy, even for just a few seconds.
