Missing [ST]

Seventy Eight

A/N: The first of regular updates ❤️

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Cooking bacon wasn't exactly the worst alarm clock in the world, and it meant Leah was awake enough to remember the events of last night, which was really early this morning, and not regretting a thing.

The sex, the love, and everything in between, was making her smile to herself, and she buried her happiness into her pillow that smelled of her lover.

Steven wasn't next to her, so there was no naked body to cuddle, but that was because she could just about hear his voice in a muffled conversation with his daughter, and imagining that family dynamic over cooking breakfast was the encouragement Leah needed to get up.

She picked out some clothes from her suitcase, including fluffy socks, but instead of wearing her navy jumper that had since been folded, she picked the men's flannel draped across a re-taped cardboard box.

Steven clearly hadn't got around to unpacking every single thing in the apartment, but he was getting there with pictures and soft furnishings, and his bedroom wasn't dark and gloomy or even that messy.

Honestly, the taste he had was quite impressive for a man.

The flannel that had caught her eye was shrugged over her shoulders and the material was thick and soft. It was too big across the shoulders, and too long by the double roll of the sleeves she had to make, but it smelled of Steven when she dipped her nose to the collar, and that was the only thing that mattered.

Fully dressed, hair loosely tied at the back of head, and a quick trip to the bathroom, Leah made her appearance.

Steven had his back turned in front of the cooker, and a tea towel was slung over his shoulder. A floral patterned bandana was tied in his hair making it a fluffy, unbrushed mess, but his dark blue jeans, a pair she hadn't seen, and a dark heather grey hoodie with the sleeves slightly pushed up his arms made him look like a papa.

He really was too because his daughter was sitting at the table, cheek squashed on the surface, and playing with toy figures.

"Liv, do you want ketchup in your-" Steven turned around, tongs pinched in his hand, but his eyes had already landed on Leah and distracted his line of thought. "-sandwich..."

The hoodie he wore had a small super dry logo with orange highlights, something far too casual and normal for his rockstar reputation, but Leah liked it, and she liked how he was slowly breaking into a smile looking at her.

"Yes, pyease."

With Liv's oblivious response, Leah walked over, was impressed at the breakfast he was in the middle of making, and gently tugged on the tassels of his hoodie.

"Hi," Steven grinned, still holding the tongs in his hand.

From how her top teeth grazed her lip, Leah was smiling too, but she ignored the handsome face for a moment, and adjusted his bandana by flopping a few more of the shorter, curly strands of hair over the top.

It made a change being able to see both of his eyebrows and the faint fluff in the middle, and she smoothed her thumbs over the hairs outwards.

"G'morning," Leah said, happily tipping her head to the side.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

"I would...and preferably before the bacon burns."

Steven whipped his head around in a panic, and at such a speed, turned off the heat and pushed the pan onto a different ring.