you and steven were teen parents. you had accidentally gotten pregnant at 17, him being 18, but he didn’t leave you. you guys loved eachother too much. and the baby too, now. he was a little boy and he had blond hair like steven but (choose eye colour) eyes like you.

steven had recently joined a band called guns n roses, and they’re doing some local gigs throughout the week, but luckily steven doesn’t have one today, so here you two are, scrambling around in the kitchen of your tiny and chaotic apartment, trying to find the baby food while your kid cried on the sofa

“where’d you last leave it?” steven asked groggily, looking through a cupboard. his hair was messy as he had just woken up, and he was shirtless, just wearing some shorts. he was still half-asleep.