M update- Since Steven's death, your going to see a few departures from diffrent characters. And Steven's funeral, Max's return, Tanya's funeral and Lauren and Peter's downward spiral. This is just a cute secne between Peter and his nephew Steven Beale Jnr. Enjoy :') x
Peter's POV
"Oh don't look at me like that" I said.
I was sat on the sofa, he'd been home adleast 8 hours.
I had my legs up, a few centimetres from me, with my nephew resting on them.
He was the spit of Steve, his small black eyes, pale skin.
My nephew smiled.
"What? You find upsetting your Uncle Pete, amusing do you"
My nephew giggled.
I smiled. "Your Uncle Steve would've loved you, little guy"
Steven started clapping and laughing.
I couldn't stop smiling, my nephew was a little character all on his own.
No traits of Lucy, none of his father, none of me or Dad. He was his own (although he was alot like Steve)
He yawned then we had staring compettion.
"You honestly think you can win little guy" I laughed and tickled him gently.
He had the most beautiful laugh.
Steven yawned again, I could tell he was getting tierd.
I held him on my chest, I lay back onto the sofa arm.
We both dropped off.
Me and Steven.