Steve never really had a childhood, parents were never there so he didn't know what a 'good' childhood was supposed to be. That was until Nancy and Jonathan stepped in and showed him.
Set in Modern times.
(A/N: mentions of throwing up/sick, if that makes you uncomfortable please don't read. I understand)
Steve woke up sick in the night. It was his first proper sickness bug since becoming little other than when he was getting used to being in headspace but it wasn't anything like this.
"Dada" Steve cried out as Jonathan got up to clean out the bucket.
"I know buddy" he had also gone back to being a two year old. He leant against Nancy, exhausted.
"My baby" she kisses the top of his head. They decided to camp out at Jonathan's, Will was staying over at the Wheeler's so he didn't catch it and Joyce just refused to stay with Hopper, she wanted to stay and help out whenever she could. Nancy got him to drink some water from his cup but he only took a few sips.
"My sweet boy" Nancy rubs his back up and down. They laid in bed for the first half of the morning, trying to get Steve to eat a little something and keeping up with his fluids until he threw up everywhere including the bed.
"It's alright, its alright" Nancy soothes. She starts stripping him and finds some odd clothes lying around. She puts him in a short sleeve white bodysuit, a pair of black leggings, a long sleeve light green and white stripe shirt and a pair of blue and white stripe socks.
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