Yess so excited for Mafia!Steve & Pippi day! i have too many thoughts lol so I'll just leave one (fluffy one) here: the twins' first day of school? I imagine Steve would try to hold it together for Pippi but we see he's capable of being a huge softy. Congrats on your blogaversary~
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Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Pippi
Words: 826
Warning: None. Pure fluff.
From Liar Liar OTP
The day that you’ve been dreading had come too quick for your liking. You boys — your babies were standing in front of you, backpacks on their shoulders as they get ready to leave their parents sight for eight hours.
You tried to keep it together but when your precious Santino, clung on to your leg, you couldn’t hold on any longer. The tears start wet his chubby little cheeks it took everything in you to not snatch him up and put him back in the car.
“No wanna go mama,” his trembling voice tearing you apart.
But your big guy, Salvatore was just like his father, nothing could scare him. He pulled lightly on this brother’s backpack, giving him a small smile, “Come on Fratello (brother)!”
Santino clung harder, choosing to make your leg his home, “No! Wanna go home wiff mama!”
Oh how you wanted him to…
“Figlio (Son)…,” Steve’s soft voice coming from behind you. He only used that voice for you and his boys. But as you look up at your husband, you can see his cheeks tinged with pink and a unspoken glassiness to his eyes.
Steve lowers to Santino’s height, staring back at the spitting image of him. He didn’t want to say it or even show but… This was ruining him in the worst way possible.
He wanted nothing more than to scoop both his boys up and take them home. They were growing up too damn fast for his liking.
Steve still remembers the day that you two brought them home. He wanted to go back to that day so bad.
Santino’s eyes that match with Steve’s look at this father, his fingers still clutching onto yours. His lips tremble at Steve, wanting nothing more than to forget school altogether.
Salvatore looks on at the interaction, bouncing on his feet as he watches the many kids enter the school. “Come onnnn we’re gonna be late!”
“Shh, you’ll get there prince,” you assure him, passing your hand over his hair to smooth it.
“But I wanna go now!” he shouts, stamping his foot on the hard concrete.
Steve glances over at his little spitfire, a small mighty version of him, “Mind your mama, Sal. You don’t raise your voice, understand?”
“Yes Papà,” sighing as he looks down at the ground.
Steve reaches out to softly bring Salvatore over with his brother as he looks them both in the eyes, “Are the Rogers scared of anything?
Both boys look at Steve and shake their head from side to side.
“I know it’s… scary to do new things. Trust me, the day you two were born, my whole life flashed before my eyes. But it all worked out right?”
Salvatore and Santino shake their heads, your precious boy’s hands loosening its grip.
“Santino bambino, no matter what, you are going to be fine. Wanna know why?”
“Why Papà?” his voice filled with wonder.
Steve gave him a soft smirk, keeping his eyes on his son, “Because you’re a Rogers, Figlio. We’ll always be fine. Just like your Fratello. Have each other’s back and no one can touch you okay?”
Salvatore puffs out his little chest with pride, “Got it Papà!”
Steve chuckles, lightly ruffling his son’s hair, “Atta boy! Be your brother’s keeper in there know that me and your mamà well be here when you get out.”
Santino looks up at you and then back to Steve, “You promise?”
Steve nods, “Cross my heart bambino.”
With reluctance, Santino pries himself from your leg, you leaning down to give both your boys a kiss on the cheek, “Be good… okay?” the crack in your voice evident.
Both boys nod giving both you and Steve hugs before walking off towards the school entrance.
With your own reluctance, you turn around ready to get in the car when you see something that you normally don’t see.
One tear slides down Steve’s cheek and you knew then that he was keeping it together for too long.
He doesn’t stop looking at the twins until the door closes behind him and finally his gaze is distracted by you holding his hand with yours.
“Come on…” you whisper, taking your emotional husband back to the black SUV.
The moment that the car speeds off, Steve’s head is immediately in your lap as he lets out a huge breath.
Your hand slides over his scalp, making him relax with your touch, “S’ not fair Pippi… They were supposed to stay babies.”
You let out a watery laugh, “I know daddy. Still see them as those two tiny newborns that we brought home.”
The ride was silent as you two reminisced on the younger boys. Life wasn’t fair and you boys growing up was the most unfair thing in the world.
“….. I want more Pippi.”
You look down at Steve, with a furrowed brow, “More what?”
“Babies. Gimme more babies Pippi.”
As if he had to ask…
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