Arranged: a Steve Rogers story

Chapter 14

{the next day}

"Get in your suit. We have a meeting." Steve said. I had just gotten out of the shower. I nodded.

These past twenty-four hours were weird with him.

Ever since Ross passed he seemed to be mad.

"Steve?" I said softly. He looked up at me from his mirror.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No." He said.

"Then why are you distant."

"Y/n the person that just destroyed me for months is dead. I'm now fully in charge and guess what? It scares me." He said.

"This is what you wanted though. You wanted him dead. Why not now?" I asked.

"I don't know why." He said and left the bathroom.

I stood at my sink and sighed.
What the fuck.

"Steven!" I yelled. He didn't say anything. I grumbled to myself and went into the bedroom.

"Is this still because I shot him?" I asked.

"No it's not because you shot him y/n." He said.

"Then what is it? Hmm?" I asked. "Cause I know damn well it's something about me."

"You are so self conceded then." He said.

"Fuck you." I said.

"Are you done?" He asked.

"If this is how you act while I'm carrying your baby I'm gone." I said. "I am not afraid to abort."

He looked up at me and furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're insane."

"What the fuck is going on!?"

"I'm scared! Okay y/n I am scared out of my mind because I am fully running this country and we have a baby and I'm scared that you are gonna get hurt if I tell people that you're pregnant and if I don't people will continue nagging. I am so so so scared." He said, raising his voice.

I came up to him. He sighed and looked down at me.

"I'm sorry for taking things out on you." He said. I pulled him into a hug.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around me. I kissed his cheek and he pulled me even closer.

"I love you. I'm sorry." He whispered.

"You're okay. Love you too." I said.

He kissed my neck and let me go. I grabbed my towel from falling.

Steve chuckled and held my waist.

"You're cute. Get ready." He said.

"You know my suit won't fit soon." I said.

"I know. I'll get you a new one." He said.

I smiled at him and kissed him softly. He smiled in the kiss and held my waist tight. His hand moved to my stomach.

"You want it to be a boy or girl?" I asked.

"I'm fine with either." He said.

I looked down at his hand.

"You know I am gonna be a whiny bitch during this process." I said.

"I'll put up with anything." He said.

"You've always wanted to be a dad haven't you?" I asked.

He smiled and looked away.

"Maybe." He said and blushed.