The Black Knightress (Back up for fulls)

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January 9 1944
Berlin, Germany
02:14
Steve's POV

Peggy's been crying in her sleep for the past couple of nights, but she doesn't know that I know. I can hear her from my bed that's about two feet away from hers, but she won't tell me what's wrong. Sometimes she pulls around on her stomach, other times she squeezes her blanket in her fists. I'm concerned, but I know if I bring it up to her, she might feel weak or embarrassed.

When I hear her almost screaming is when I give up on just listening to her, I can't let her go through this alone. Whatever it is I need to try to help or fix the problem.

Once i'm out of bed I quietly walk to check on Katherine, once I see that she's still relaxed I run back into the room for Peggy and I. She's rolling around, but obviously can't really roll onto her stomach. Before she can, I place my hands there which makes her stop moving in all and stops letting out pain filled sounds in her sleep.

This baby is going to be the hardest birthing experience Peggy's ever been through, especially because of how much this baby kicks around.

I sit next to the bed as I keep my hands on the baby, hoping they'll stop kicking; they do. I lean my head to where I can talk softly to the baby without waking up Peggy.

"I'm here Little One, i'm here. I'm not goin anywhere." I whisper quietly with a smile

I have to restrict myself from kissing Peggy's stomach since she really needs her sleep, it's hard though.

Nothing can prevent me from taking care of this child, especially when it's so difficult for Peggy to live with this baby still growing, I can't help but feel the blame.

Even the war can't keep me away.

With everything in me I think this baby is a fighter for something, but I have the same urge to protect this one as I did Katherine.

"Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart. Never to part, baby of mine. Little one, when you play. Don't you mind what they say, let your eyes sparkle and shine. Never a tear, baby of mine." I sing again but as quietly as I can

The baby always reacts well to this song, they stop kicking once I put my hand on Peggy's stomach, but Peggy even looks relieved of something when I sing it.

Interrupting my thoughts and words, I feel a familiar hand in my hair, I look to the headboard of the bed to see Peggy sleepily smiling down at me.

"Hey, sorry for waking you up." I apologize

"Are you kidding? You doing what you've done is getting me to sleep at all." Peggy smiles

"Oh good, I was just thinking of something." I tell her

"What?" she asks as she looks down at me

"If the baby is a girl, she'll be America's Sweetheart. Since Katherine can't be, with her health issues, she's not so much a mother giving a care person like I was..it would be too harsh on her."

"Yes because a person who was born on Independence Day of legal Irish immigrants and married an English woman, would be the parents of America's Sweetheart." Peggy scoffs jokingly

"You can't help where you're from." I shrug

"Then this Sweetheart feels a little more sour than sweet." she winces

I realize that I moved my hand from her stomach onto Peggy's hand.

"Come up here, i'm sure the ground isn't very comfortable." she suggests