love is not always a ♥️

8. late night talking

a/n : HARRY STYLES FOR FUCKING LIFE

Steve stumbled out of his room and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and it's white light washed over the pitch black house.

Just as he was about to grab a glass of milk he heard slight sniffle echoe from Robin's room.

Was Robin crying?

He inched towards the door and slightly cracked it open.

Steve stared at the girls seven month pregnant form and the soft shudders that racked through her body.

"Babe, you okay?" His voice was low.

Robin snapped her head towards Steve and sniffed,"No."

He sat on her bed and she cuddled into him, "What's wrong, Rob."

Robin was waiting for that question. She needed to vent and Steve was the perfect guy.

She was properly suffering today. The baby wouldn't stop kicking and her ribs were sore as fuck. She also needed to go to the bathroom every ten minutes and that was a pain in the ass. Her feet were swollen and throbbing and the icing on the cake was the massive migraine plaguing her mind.

Steve chuckled. She was extremely moody today.

"Steeeve. It's not funnyyy." Robin whined.

He put on a serious face before bursting out laughing, "Right, well I think we can fix some of these problems."

Steve adjusted himself on the bed and then started massaging her feet.

Robin moaned, " I will seriously go straight if it meant free boyfriend foot rubs." a/n : wtf is wrong with me?!

He just flashed her a smile and teased, "Anything for my beloved wife."

Robin patted the empty space next to her and Steve crawled under the sheets.

She leaned into his body and purred at his warmth.

He chuckled, " Was that a purr?"

She swatted his head, "Shut up idiot."

"Wanna watch a movie and binge eat?"

Robin shook her head in amusement, this man knew the way straight to her heart.

After gathering multiple bags of popcorn Steve retreated under the covers and slung an arm around Robin's shoulders,"Fast times?"

She eagerly nodded.

They spent the next hour and a half staring at the screen and shoveling popcorn in their mouth.

Close to the end of the movie, Robin let out a pained groaned.

Steve rubbed her back, "Is it the baby?"

She sharply nodded, eyes screw shut.

Steve rested his head on her stomach and winced as relentless kicks pounded against his head.

"Oww. Little shit, you gotta stop hurting mummy," Steve whispered, "She can't go to sleep because of you!"

Then, as if a decree had been sent down from heaven, the kicks slowed to a stop.

Robin didn't even have time to gape at him. She quickly thanked the Lord and fell asleep.

Steve sighed. The poor girl had been in constant pain the last few weeks.

"Only two months left," he shook his head.