Spidersona Maker Picrew Novels & Stories

Emma shrugged, though she had an idea that it had something to do with a pretty little blond named Stevie in his art class. "I guess I better get the paperwork over to the youth league, then," Steve said. "Go brush your teeth," Emma told the boys as she gathered up their cereal bowls. One of the construction workers stuck his head through the plastic that still covered the entrance into her studio, an apologetic smile on his lips. Emma held up her coffee cup and he nodded before backing away. "I'll be home early," Steve said to her back as she poured four mugs of coffee. She glanced over her shoulder and nodded. "Do you want help?"