"Let's play a game!"
He looks up from welding a helmet in his goofy goggles and oily face. He watched you smile as you kicked your legs off the table, enjoying to watch him work as your hands continue to rub on your baby bump.
"Like what kind of game?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he took his goggles off and winked.
You rolled your eyes, "Not the kind of game you're thinking of, Stark. Like, a game of Hide 'N' Seek?"
"Aren't you a little too old for that game?" Tony asked as he wiped his face and hands on a cloth while walking towards you. He leaned against the table on either side of you, staring intently into your Y/E/C eyes.
You poked your bottom lip out, "I'm just glad you didn't go over the top on 'a little too old'."
Tony chuckled as he gave you Eskimo kisses, "And if I refuse?"
"You? Refuse to a challenge such as this?" You teased and giggled, "What? Too scared that you won't find me? I don't mean to brag but my undercover skills are pretty badass compared to your tin can."
"Why you little-!" He began to tickle you and you squealed with laughter, which eventually died down once your arms were wrapped around his neck while his were on your waist. He kissed your nose, "Alright. One game of Hide 'N' Seek. Would that be all, Mrs. Stark?"
"That'll be all , Mr. Stark." You smiled.
You hopped off the table and waited for your husband to turn around and start counting. He eyed you playfully and turned away, closing his eyes as he counted, "One...Two...Three...Four...Five..."
You ran up the stairs and into the one of many bedrooms in Stark Tower, and hid in the closet. The plan was that once he couldn't find you and circle back down to the lab, you'd hatch your plan. You brought your phone to your ear.
"JARVIS, commencing upload of the virus."
About a half an hour later, Tony still couldn't find you and went to check in the lab again to see if you hid there the whole time.
He walks over by the computer and the screen flashes on, revealing that he had mail. Tony raises an eyebrow and takes a quick look around. He takes a quick pause from your game to check on it, making sure it wasn't anything important about the Avengers. He opens it up and the window opens up a pink screen, full of rainbows, butterflies, and hearts. Tony groaned inwardly, hating how you always stick a bug somehow inside his computer, just for laughs. This time you used the old tactical way of setting a virus by making him open an email. He chuckles slightly at your way of doing that and then suddenly read the bubbled lettering on the pink, pretty princess screen:
'Congrats, Daddy! It's a GIRL!'
His eyes widen and his jaw clenches at the sudden wave of shock and he heard a giggle behind him. He slowly turned around to see you stand there, holding your round abdomen with a huge smile on your face as you watched him stagger a little. He sat down and you walked over to him, letting himself bury his face in your stomach, his arms wrapped around you as he brought you closer. You felt tears forming as he planted a bunch of kisses all over your stomach, and finally he swallows before saying,
"She's...she's a girl. We're having a girl."
You smile with a small nod and plant a kiss on the top of his head, threading your fingers through his hair.
"So, Amelia Maria Stark." Tony looked up at you at the girl name the two of you had picked out meerily weeks before. At least you forced him out of naming your child after Pepper. No offense to your best friend but not many people use that name. Like, 2% of the world uses that name.
"Yeah," You breathed a laugh, "And I can tell she's already gonna be a Daddy's Little Girl."
Tony fought the urge to laugh and just broke out in a huge, proud grin. He kisses your tummy again, just above your belly button.
"I already love you, My Little Princess."
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Tony Stark/Iron Man Imagines
FanfictionI don't see any other books like this so here we go! A book of Tony Stark/Iron Man imagines only! There will be mentions and appearances of other Marvel characters. You may request an imagine, but NOT A ONE-SHOT. JARVIS will give you an Author's No...