Hawkins, 1986. He wants six kids. Steve had never dated a girl like you before. Someone so thoughtful and sweet. You always had the best advice, the sweetest kisses, and the cutest smiles. It was foreign to Steve, the fact you could actually have a relationship where you didn't fight all the time. For a guy used to hookups and arguments, you were a breath of fresh air. You shared the same dream of wanting to help kids, and that's what made him want you in the first place. Ever since you two started dating, his world felt whole again.

You sat in the front with Steve as he drove, listening to the soft hum and chatter of the RV. He looked over at you, admiring your profile as you glanced out the window. "Have you ever thought about how many kids you want?" He blurted, smiling a little when your head whipped around. He turned back to the road. "I've always wanted a big family. Six kids." His voice was soft, in the way where you could tell he trusted you. "I know it's a lot, trust me, but I've always had this dream with a wife, six kids, and the whole white picket fence thing. It's unrealistic, but that's why it's a dream, right?" He chuckled a little, playing it off.