Re: Sunday Dinner
Steve set the dish down next to Peggy and kissed her cheek. "Sit, please. I got it." he warned lightly before standing and heading toward the bottle of wine and glasses she'd set out, bringing them back to the table, setting them out so everyone could serve themselves with that too. Before sitting down he stopped at the fridge to get a bottle of milk as well, pouring some in to a sippy cup for Stevie and putting that out as well, just in case. He always remembered the way his Ma treated guests like they were family and wanted to do the same, even if it meant not being "proper" hosts and doing everything for them. He thought that sometimes it just felt a little more comfortable to let everyone relax, especially Peggy who'd already been working all day. His hand lingered on her shoulder lightly as he sat down, a small, quiet thank you.