For a long moment, Steve just lays there and listens to her breathing, feels the rise and fall of her chest under his cheek, her fingers in his hair, eyes closed. It's peaceful and nice, and Steve lifts his head when Maeve breaks the comfortable silence.

"Hey, beautiful," he replies with a soft smile, lifting his head to give her a soft kiss on the mouth, cupping her cheek with one hand. "I really love you, y'know."