"Hi Peg." Steve met her in the entryway, one hand on her hip as he kissed her cheek. "How was your day?" he asked.
He'd been busy for a little while now. He'd sent the kids upstairs with Bucky and Mary Ellen while he set up for her to come home, pushing all of the furniture to the edges of the sitting room and pulling out an old record player. It wasn't exactly the radio he listened to at home with Bucky or the live band like they would have had at the dance clubs but it still felt a little bit more...homey than the more modern players. He'd set up dinner too; a real Sunday roast with carrots and potatoes, even fresh bread. He'd gotten it from Mary Anne, wanting it to be something a little bit more special than he could manage on his own.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it but he could still see that, ever since she'd been close to delivering Luke, something was off with Peggy. It was impossible not to see the way that the kids had taken over much of their time so he wanted to remind her that she was more than a mother-that she was still his wife and an amazing woman. And he hoped maybe that'd be what she needed. Or at least what she needed to feel like she was able to tell him what it was she did need.
Plus, he wanted to spend some time with her too, just the two of them. They hadn't done that in far too long.