I'll Always Love You - A Romanogers Fanfic

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NATASHA'S POV

As soon as I open the door to the apartment, Steve is in front of me, pulling me into a tight hug.
"I was so worried, Love" he says relieved.
"I have to throw up" is all I say, and he immediately lets go of me, and I run to the bathroom, with him right behind me.

"My Love! Are you okay?" He asks as I kneel down by the toilet, and everything I've eaten today comes up again.
"I'm as okay as I look" I say, and another round comes up.
He runs his hand up and down my back as I keep going.
"Love, I'll make you some tea and put you to bed when you're done" he says calmly and kisses my hair.
I agree to his proposal with a nod, and keep throwing up.
When nothing is coming up anymore, Steve helps me getting up.

"Are you sick, My Love?" He asks and puts a hand on my forehead as he walks me to the bedroom.
"No, I'm not sick. I need to tell you something" I say as he helps me out of my coat and sweatshirt.
"Nothing is more important than you resting, Love" he says and covers me in three blankets.
"This is more important. Believe me" I say, and I know he can sense something in my voice.
"My Love? What's wrong?" He asks and takes my hand.
"Maybe sit down..." I tell him and pull his hand until he sits.
He tightens his grip around my hand and looks at me worried, waiting for me to tell him.

"I...I'm...we..." I stammer, not really able to figure out what to say.
"What?" He asks patiently.
"We...I'm...I...fuck..." I continue and hides my face in the hand he's not holding.
"Natasha, My Love, what is it?" He asks and moves closer.
"Don't break up with me" I sigh and look at him hopeful.
"Break up? Why? Why would I break up with you?" He asks confused.
"Because I don't know if...I just don't know..." I say.
"Don't know what? Come on Nat, you gotta tell me what's up" he says, and started sounding impatient.

"I'm pregnant..." I mutter quietly into my hand.
"What?" He asks and looks at me like he's trying to figure out what I just said.
I sigh deeply.
"I'm pregnant..." I tell him, and avoid meeting his eyes, but I can still feel him looking confused at me.
"But...I thought...preg-...pregnant?" He asks out of breath.
"Yeah...I thought...too" I say and nod, still with my eyes glued to the blanket he got me after I came back from the hospital.

He lets go of my hand and stands up.
"Are...Are...you sure?" He asks quietly.
"I took three tests, they were all positive...but I don't know" I say.
"So...I...what? A baby? Wauw..." he mumbles and sits down again.

Fuck. This is bad.
I climb out of the mountain of blankets piled on top of me and go sit down next to him.

He isn't saying anything, he's just looking at his feet.
"Steve...I...it's not even for sure, I mean we can hope that it's dead already and..." I begin, but he interrupts.
"Hope it's dead? What? Why? Why would we hope it's dead?" He asks loudly.
"If you don't want it" I say with almost no voice.

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STEVE'S POV

A baby? She's pregnant? Steven Grant Rogers, me, as a father? To Natasha Romanoff's child? Holy cow! I've wanted this for months!

"Steve?" She asks concerned, when I don't say anything.
"Don't want it?" I ask confused. Why wouldn't I want this? She wants a baby. I want a baby with her. We thought she was sterile, but apparently not, and now she says she hopes it's dead? It's just a lot.
"You don't want it, do you?" She asks quietly, almost hurt.
"I...I...it's just a lot" I say.
A tear rolls off her cheek.

"My Love! Oh my! I want the baby...I want it" I say convincing and kiss her cheek, taking the tear with me.
"No you don't, if you did you would've said that from the start. Don't do this for me Steve, if you don't want this, we won't have it" she says, and I can hear she's trying not to cry.
"I want it, Love. I want it! I mean it!" I say loudly, and truthfully.
"Really?" She whispers.
"Of course I do! Are you kidding? You and me and a baby! Does it get better?" I ask excitedly, and stand up, holding out a hand to pull her up.
"Are you serious?" She asks, and a smile forms on her lips, as she takes my hand.
"Yes! I've wanted a baby since 1940! I just never thought I'd have one with someone I loved this much!" I smile, and I feel more in love with her now than I ever have as I take both her hands.

She's right there in front of me. The love of my life. The mother of our baby, and she's looking up at me with her beautiful eyes, staring right into my soul, making me soft to the core.

"I never thought I'd even have a baby!" she says.
"You'll be the best mommy ever" I tell her and run my fingers through her hair.
"You'll be the best dada" she says and kisses me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I hold onto her back as I kiss her. She's mine and I love her more than anything in the world.
And we're having a baby.
It's everything.

When we pull away from the kiss, she looks up at me.
"Thank you Steve" she says with a little smile.
"For what?" I ask, and run my fingertips up and down her back.
"For giving me everything, I thought I'd never have" she says and cuddles her head up against my chest.
"I'd give you anything in the world. I love you so so much" I say and kiss her hair.
"I love you more than I thought was possible" she says and looks up again, keeping her arms wrapped around me.
"When the baby comes we'll be complete" I smile.

And I know, now more than ever, that I want to build a family with her, marry her, do everything with her and then die with her in my arms, because she's everything to me.