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Tony loved musicals, from Broadway to Disney and everything in between. Even then, one thing Tony kept close to his chest was the fact that he could sing. Like, actually sing. He had the voice for a steering-wheel-concert, sure, but he could also croon so sweet that Steve went weak in the knees.
Steve loved catching Tony sing when he didn’t expect him to be listening. There would be nights when Peter would wake in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep unless Tony sang him a song. On those nights, Steve stood at the threshold of Peter’s room, his chest welling with the unmistakable warmth of affection as he watched his boyfriend care for his son.
Someone holds me safe and warm / Horses prance through a silver storm / Figures dancing gracefully across my memory
By the end of the song, Peter was out like a light. Tony crept out of the room, lightly shutting the door before beaming up at Steve, who automatically pulled Tony into a hug, pressing his lips to Tony’s forehead. “You’re a great dad, you know?”
“All in a day’s work, I suppose,” he replied, brushing a kiss against Steve’s mouth.
