A Sunday Kind Of Love | 18+ { Steve Rogers}

T•W•E•N•T•Y - E•I•G•H•T | Hurt So Good

Hey guys!

We are getting into the final countdown 🥹 Just five more chapters after this. I'm conflicted, honestly; I'm happy I got to share this part of Steve and Aubrey's journey with you! I'm sad this chapter of their story is coming to a close.  I'm excited for the next installment, or whatever you want to call it.

I was blown away by the response I got last week with the smut, so next week's chapter will have a bit more of that 😉😉

Shout to my amazing friend and beta reader, Jesse_Winter_Soldier

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Happy Reading!

-Sif

Oh, possible warning?? I don't know what makes some people squeamish; I work in healthcare, so nothing bothers me anymore, lol 😅🤷🏼‍♀️
But mentions of menstrual cycle and sanitary products.

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Aubrey huffs in irritation; Steve has been shut up in the office almost all afternoon on the phone with Maria Hill. It's barely been three months into his retirement, and S.W.O.R.D is back in the picture. Aubrey glances over her shoulder and down the hall as she is viciously stirring her chocolate cake batter. She's trying to bake these cupcakes with love and not hostility; it is not every day a man turns a hundred and five years old, or wait, how old is Bucky now? She frowned, glancing at the clock, Steve was going to have to leave soon to pick Bucky up, not leaving them much time to talk at all. In a surge of anger, she smacks the spoon she has been using to scoop chocolate cake batter into her cupcake tin on the side of the pan a little too hard.

Kash, who is lying a few feet away on the floor, ducks his head down, ears going back at the loud and unpleasant noise.

"I'm sorry, Kashy.", Aubrey sighs regretfully, putting the spoon in the empty batter bowl.

She places the pan in the oven, setting a time. Aubrey cleaned up her mess before gathering the necessary ingredients to make her Nutella frosting. These were going to be rich and chocolatey cupcakes, this is exactly what Aubrey had been craving all day. She was on day three of her monthly sacrificial visit, and she knew her mood was all over the place. Yesterday, she cried at a video Zak had sent her of puppies, she'd snapped at Corey for not reading her mind about prepping the blueberry scones; for which she apologized repeatedly. Corey just shrugged the apology away, she was a woman who understood the trials and tribulations that came along with it. So she did want any woman would do, she called her best friend to make sure it was okay to be upset about this and that she wasn't just riding the raging hormonal rapids.

"Hey, good lookin'!", Zak answers right away.

Aubrey huffs a laugh, "I need you to tell me if I'm just in my head about this and being emotional or if I have a valid reason to be upset.", she says, looking down the hallway toward the room Steve is closed up in.

"All right, what's up?", Zak asks.

Aubrey chews on her lip for a minute, she can hear Zak walking around his apartment. "Steve has been shut up all afternoon talking to Maria Hill. I'm scared, Zak.", she admits, digging out two sticks of unsalted butter and heavy whipping cream.

"Like former boss, Maria Hill? As in the director of S.W.O.R.D?", he asks, a little taken back and confused.

Aubrey sighs, annoyed, as she walks back from the pantry. "Yes, Zak, how many other Maria Hills do we know?",she snaps, tossing a bag of powdered sugar onto the counter next to the Nutella.