Wait for the Signal: A Royalty Steve Rogers Story

Ten

Steve

I found Elenor in my room of all places. She was out on the balcony.

She wouldn't have dared to be here. So it must've upset her.

I came over, setting my hand on her waist.

"I am so sorry."

"Am I not right for this?"

"My god. You're just fine."

"Steve I-"

"El. I would not lie."

She nodded.

I pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around my waist. I kissed her head.

"Just try not to worry. Stay in here tonight."

"I will get you in trouble. No-"

"Elenor. No one in here can get me in trouble."

"Yes they can. You know they can."

"And I do not care."

She relaxed in my arms. I rubbed her back softly.

"Oh and by the way, I despise corsets." She said. I pulled her away to look at her.

"I could get it off of you." I whispered. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah I bet you could."

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Elenor

Steve laid in bed with me. His head was on my chest as he traced my knuckles.

"So how do you feel about being pregnant?" Steve asked.

"I'm alright with it. I'm not excited but not scared. I think I am just at ease."

"Well it is quite wild that you haven't been with child yet."

"Steven."

"Am I wrong?"

"No.."

"I plant my seed into you a lot."

"Yeah well...maybe just at the wrong times."

I couldn't be infertile. I'd get kicked out on my arse.

"I don't mean to worry you darling."

"I'm not necessarily worried. Maybe just...confused. I mean you are correct. I have been very unsafe with you."

"I will pull out more often." Steve said.

"Not like that."

"Might make you less worried."

I chuckled. "Perhaps."

He took a deep breath. "I am going to propose at the ball."

"Steve."

"What?"

"We don't need a proposal. Just admit to people if they ask."

"Well then I would have to tell my parents that I am set."

"Alright."

"You nervous?"

"A little." I said. I was very nervous. So much was happening so fast.

"It won't be bad for at least a winter or two." He said.

I would have a child around in a winter or two.

"Yes."

He sat up, kissing my lips before turning off the lamp beside my bed. "Don't fret. We will be alright."