Shit.

That was the word that seemed to be at the center of his vocabulary as of late. Whether it be in regards to the kids or his future or the Upside Down or - more importantly speaking - you.

Steve hadn't meant to knock you up. Not now. Not like this. And yet, there you both were, huddled in the bathroom, with you a nauseous mess, and Steve directly by your side. It had become a bit of a routine for the two of you, as depressing as that was.