Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale. Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies. Are you the only one lyin...
Warnings: Minor language, minor mentions of life with Andy, minor mentions of Andy and Frank switching places, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.2k
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"Okay, let's see here, Iris. You mind putting her on the scale?" Dr. Rogers points, he weighs her, and takes her measurements, pointing now to the exam table, where you hop up there with her. His attention goes to Aster, giving her a quick tickle to her leg. "How's everything going?"
"They seem to be growing fine. They haven't been sick. Their diet has been a bit off, but with the stress I haven't been able to produce enough milk for them, so I just went ahead and weened them."
Dr. Rogers smiles at you, "I meant with you. Sorry you were forced to stop nursing. How's the new living situation?" he looks into Iris's ear, with only a bit difficulty because she kept giggling.
"It's good. Weird. I feel alone, I'm used to having my...Andy, well Frank...I'm used to having someone in my bed."
He begins checking her nose, "And you're not having any negative thoughts?"
"I'm stressed Dr. Rogers, not depressed. I've had moments, but these two need me. Jake makes sure I laugh; Ran has been supportive."
"Call me, Steve. It's good to have a support system. You know, we're all here, should you need someone not so close. I'm a pretty good listener," his blue eyes peer up at you over his long lashes for far too long, and you smile at him. "Uh, wanna get Aster?"
"Yeah."
He continues to give the girls a check-up before he starts to clean up, "You know, you're my last appointment today. You look like you need some coffee. Would you, I mean well..."
"Are you asking me on a date? When I have my kids with me."
"I'm asking if you want some coffee. Nothing ulterior about it. Just talk everyone needs someone to talk to. It's nice to talk. Doesn't have to be what's going on in your life. Doesn't have to be about the girls, although, you did make pretty babies. Uh, we can just talk about the last movie you watched," he huffs out a laugh, looking down at the floor.
You contemplate his question. He seems like a good guy, a good friend, and you know with being best friends with Bucky, he knows that you have boundaries. He knows that you're in the process of a possible divorce. "Just coffee?"
"And conversation. Figured you might need an outsider, and then you can tell me only what you want me to know."
And that's how you found yourself in an unlikely friendship with Steve. The both of you laughing when his cup read Stevie, and it stuck. Even when Aster began to cry, shortly followed by Iris, and you were ready to leave because you couldn't soothe them at the same time, he reaches down and picks up Iris without a thought, and quicker than even you, calmed her down And you two were still able to continue your conversations. Laughing about the stupid mundane things, and only when you got a text from Ransom, saying he was heading to the apartment, did you bid Stevie Rogers goodbye.
Nearly every day you would spend a bit of time texting him, all innocent enough. Sending silly little gifs and memes to one another. He would offer you advice, and not judge. You were able to tell him more openly about having the need to sleep in the bed with Jake. The nights that you didn't he would FaceTime you, making sure you saw he was laying down, ready for bed himself, telling you to sleep, and even would hum random songs. He'd tell you goodnight, but you'd both keep the phone on, and you could finally drift off when you would hear his heavy breathing, followed by soft snores.
The following morning his soft voice would slowly get louder to wake you up. "Glad to see you're still in your bed. Now, get your day started. I hear Iris over there talking."
"That...is Aster," yawning before picking up the phone to look at Steve talking, but his eyes are still closed.
"I'll eventually know the difference in their voices. Give it time. And it's early, some crazy lady wouldn't go to sleep, and I stayed up too late."
And the best part of this friendship, is it's just for you. You didn't let Jake or Ransom know. Those innocent little texts and voicemails were just for you. However, Steve wasn't so secretive. When he giggles at lunch with Bucky and Sam, they look at the man.
"So, what's her name?" Sam goads Steve.
"What?" he asks looking at his two friends.
"You're smiling awfully large about something on the phone. What's her name?" Sam elbows Bucky. The two of them have tried to find Steve a good woman, but he's always not interested. Completely fine with being single.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Steve," Bucky begins. "Who are you texting?"
"Y/N," Bucky smacks the back of his head, and Sam kicks him. "Ouch, what was that for?"
"Why the hell are you talking to my client? Your patient."
Steve can see the disappointment in Bucky's eyes, and he knows what he's thinking, "To be fair, Aster and Iris are my patients. I haven't seen her."
"Steven Grant Rogers! You're interested in the woman, and you're going to see her as a patient? What are you going to do, give her a breast exam and..." Sam follows off with the loudest cackle, smacking his chest.
"Woah, woah, wait. That is not what I'm doing. We're just friends. She's been having a hard time sleeping alone, so I kinda sleep with her, and having someone to talk to that isn't too involved. And I'm alone a lot of the time, so it's nice to talk to someone."
Bucky narrows his eyes at him. "You can talk to us. Why can't you talk to us? Do you smile that big when we text you?"
"First off, you two are making this into something it's not. She needs a friend, and I need a friend. Friends. Most of our conversations are through texts, and not even that, she sends me these funny pictures, and I laugh. And you two have a wife and a girlfriend. You don't wanna hear my issues with women," Steve leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, and his phone goes off again.
"That her?" Sam asks with a laugh, and Steve refuses to look at him. "Wait, did you say you slept with her?"
"What? No, the phone is on, and we fall asleep. It keeps her out of her roommates' bed."
"What?!" Bucky shouts. "I knew it. I knew this was a bad living arrangement."
"They didn't have sex."
"Of course, she told you that. She's not going to be honest with you," Bucky is a mixture of pissed off and disappointed.
"She is honest with me. That night she was removed from her home, she told me she had sex with Ransom. She told him she loved him. She said that the more she thought about it there was a difference between Andy and Frank. Andy was harsh and rough, and like punishing her. And Frank was sweet, and passionate, and she believes it was actually Frank she was in love with."
This was all things that you had never told Bucky, so clearly you had been honest with Steve, "Keep it in your damn pants," he gruffs at his oldest friend.
"We're just friends."
"Don't get attached. She's got a lot going on," Sam adds.
"I know. We talk about it. I talk about my issues. She reminds me constantly that Peggy must have been a... well a bitch."
"We tell you that all the time. I guess, our face isn't as pretty," Bucky wants to add more, but Steve's phone goes off again. A ding that they had never heard before. "Go ahead and answer the damn text. You even set a different sound for her text?"
