Steve wraps his hair in a bandana when he's cleaning, elbow high gloves on, and a matching apron. He's cleaning when Eddie stops by to hang out, and he starts complaining about how the party jokingly calls him mom.
"I mean, what about me screams mom to you?" Steve asked, pausing to look at him to put his hands on his hips.
"Uhh. . . ," Eddie said, unsure of how to answer that. "You know, I've had a long day. May I have a beer, dear?"
"Yeah, sure," Steve said.
He went into the kitchen and handed Eddie a beer before placing a kiss on his lips. He went back to cleaning.
"You weren't supposed to get me a beer, Steve! It was a sarcastic comment on the joke about you being a mom and tacking on that you totally look like a housewife," Eddie said.
"I do not," Steve scoffed.
Eddie slapped his knees as he stood up. He grabbed Steve by the shoulders and made him stand in front of the hallway mirror.
"You totally do," he replied.
"It's all to protect me from the dirt, Eddie," he said, blushing.
"You like it, though . . .the idea of being a housewife. . .being a house husband," Eddie corrected. "You watched those old sitcoms, and you wished that was you. Reverse the gender roles and whatnot."
"Please, the term gender role is a stupid made-up thing to put women in their place. I just wish they portrayed more men being stay at home dads," Steve blushed heavily. "You know for women."
"It's so hot when you make little speeches against non conformity," Eddie whispered in his ear. "It's not just for women, though, is it Steve?"
He pressed his lips against Steve’s ear, his hands on his hips. Steve sighed and closed his eyes, leaning against him.
"No," Steve said softly.
"You want to greet me at the door with a kiss and a baby on your hip," Eddie said, and Steve nodded.
"Please," Steve said.
"You don't have to just be a house husband either. You could work too, and I would totally do the same thing with you, too. Share the work in a complete and utter partnership," Eddie said. "You walk through the door, and I welcome you with a kiss, our baby on my hip. Once I put the baby down to sleep, I take you upstairs to make another baby."
"Eddie, we can't - " Steve said.
"Doesn't mean we can't practice, big boy," Eddie said. "So, what do you say? You want to be my house husband?"
"Yes," Steve said.
Eddie whirled him around and pressed a harsh kiss to his lips, then quickly broke it.
"Now, go upstairs, get naked, then put all this stuff back on," Eddie said, fingering the apron.
"Yes, dear."
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