DR. ROGERS: A Steve Rogers Story

TWENTY-FIVE*

"And you do this every year?"

"Yeah it's fun I promise. We just play games and play white elephant which is especially nice if you got something you don't like for Christmas."

"What if it's something from you?" I asked, smiling. He shrugged.

"Anyways I host it every year. And then we do the countdown."

Steve had his friends over for a New Year's Eve party every year, and I guess I was gonna be his plus one to his own event.

I watched Ashton quietly eat his cereal. I smiled.

"Okay. It sounds fun." I said.

"Good. Cause you need to get out more."

"Oh I don't have to go if you're gonna talk shit." I said.

"I love you." He whispered.

"Yeah?"

Ashton held up his bowl once he was done eating, coming over and handing it to me.

"Thanks babe."

"Yeah." He said. "Mister Steve do you wanna come watch cartoons with me?"

"Yeah I do."

I smiled as I cleaned out Ashton's bowl. He ran into the living room.

"I'm gonna go watch cartoons now."

"Have fun. Don't get too into them." I said. He smiled, kissing his lips. He smiled, kissing me back.

"Steveeee!" Ashton groaned. "Quit kissing my mommy and get over here."

"Oh right. Coming." He said. I smiled.

"Mama come over here too!"

"Okay babe."

I walked in, sitting down next to Steve who had Ashton on his lap.

"Prince Charming when will you propose to my mommy?"

Steve's face went red. I smiled, leaning into Steve. He was radiating embarrassment.

"We've only been dating a few months Ash." I said.

"So were Sarah and daddy and they're getting married."

"Yeah. Well, that's up to Steve. Besides, getting married means a lot. Cause then you have to think about where to live and there's a lot of adult stuff to think about."

"Well I want a baby sibling from you two. Not another Sarah."

"That's not nice." I said and giggled.

"What? Am I wrong?" He asked. Such an old man.

"I can't answer that."

"What does the word bitch mean? Cause that's what daddy calls sarah sometimes."

"Whoaaa okay. Naughty word. Don't say that." I said.

"Is he wrong?" Steve mumbled. I pinched his side, making him jolt a little.

"Ow." He whispered. I laid back more again, smiling.

"Back to getting married. Can I be your ring bearer?"

"We aren't getting married yet!" I said.

"You'd be one of my groomsmen little man."

"What's a groomsman?"

"You ever seen where there's guys on one side of the groom and girls on the side of the bride?"

"Yeah."