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A Miracle of Three (Steve Roger's)

You had been with Steve Rogers for two years—two wonderful, steady years of love and support. You had shared so much together: quiet moments of peace, thrilling moments of adventure, and the tender times when you thought the world had just the two of you. Steve had always been kind, fiercely protective, and every bit the man you fell for. You never doubted his love for you.

So when you found out you were pregnant, it felt like the next chapter in your story. You were overjoyed, imagining the look of happiness on Steve's face when you told him.

With the help of Natasha and Wanda, you planned the perfect surprise. A beautiful picnic in Central Park under the soft spring sunlight. You could barely contain your excitement, and Natasha couldn't help but smirk as she watched you go over every little detail.

Finally, the day came, and as you sat on the picnic blanket, the peaceful surroundings almost made you feel like it was a dream. You smiled at Steve, your heart pounding with anticipation.

"Steve, I have something to tell you," you began, your voice gentle but filled with excitement. "We're going to have a baby."

At first, Steve just stared at you, blinking as if trying to process your words. Slowly, his face changed, but it wasn't the look of joy you had imagined. Instead, his brows furrowed, and his expression grew dark.

"No," he whispered, shaking his head. "That's... that's not possible."

Your smile faltered, confusion washing over you. "Steve, I know it's a surprise, but—"

"No," he said again, his voice growing harder. "It can't be mine."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, stunned, not fully understanding what he was saying. "Steve, what are you talking about?"

He stood up abruptly, running a hand through his hair. "When I came out of the ice, Bruce told me... he told me I couldn't have kids. There's no way that baby's mine."

Your heart shattered as the realization of what he was saying sank in. He didn't believe you. He thought you had cheated on him.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stood up to face him. "Steve, I would never—"

"Then what is this?" His voice was harsh, so unlike the Steve you knew. "How can this be happening?"

Your hands trembled, but you stayed firm. "I don't know what Bruce told you, but this baby is yours. I would never lie to you."

Steve looked at you, his expression torn between disbelief and anger. "Get rid of it," he said coldly, his words like a slap across your face.

You recoiled, tears spilling down your cheeks. "No," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I'm keeping our baby."

The next few months were hell. Steve grew distant, treating you with a coldness you had never known from him. Every time you tried to talk to him about the baby, he would shut you down or walk away. It was as if the man you loved had disappeared, replaced by someone who didn't want anything to do with you or the life growing inside you.

To make matters worse, your pregnancy was far from easy. You started feeling ill, weak, and Bruce soon confirmed that there were complications. You were at risk—your health was deteriorating, and there was a chance that carrying the baby to term could kill you.

Bruce tried to reason with you, urging you to reconsider, but you refused. "I'm keeping this baby, Bruce," you said firmly, your hand resting protectively on your growing belly. "No matter what happens."

Meanwhile, Bruce and Tony were working on something behind the scenes. Bruce couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Steve's belief that he couldn't have kids. He approached Tony with the idea of conducting a DNA test, taking a sample from both you and Steve to confirm once and for all whether the baby was his.

They worked quietly, not wanting to raise your hopes in case something went wrong, but after weeks of careful testing, the results came back. The baby was, without a doubt, Steve's.

When Bruce and Tony presented the results to Steve, he was floored. Guilt, regret, and shame crashed over him all at once. He had pushed you away, treated you horribly, and all this time, the baby had been his.

He rushed to find you, desperate to apologize, but when he reached your room, he found it empty. His heart dropped as he heard the news—you had been rushed to the hospital.

The world around him blurred as Steve ran through the halls of the hospital, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't lose you—not now, not after everything. He found Bruce and Natasha in the waiting area, their expressions grim.

"What happened?" Steve demanded, his voice shaking.

Bruce looked down. "She's not doing well. We're doing everything we can, but... there's a chance we could lose her, Steve."

Steve's knees almost gave out. He sank into a chair, his head in his hands, guilt crushing him from the inside out. How could he have treated you like that? How could he have doubted you?

Hours passed like days, the silence unbearable. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor emerged from the room.

"She's stable," the doctor said. "Both her and the baby. It's a miracle."

Steve exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding, his whole body trembling with relief. He needed to see you. He needed to make this right.

When you finally woke up, weak but alive, the first thing you saw was Steve sitting by your bedside. His eyes were red, his face pale, and the second he saw you open your eyes, he reached for your hand.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should've believed you. I should've trusted you. I was scared, but that doesn't excuse what I did."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time, they were tears of exhaustion and relief. "Steve..."

He held your hand tightly, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. "I love you. And I love our baby. I don't know how I could've been so stupid, but I swear I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

You nodded, too tired to say much, but the weight of his words settled over your heart. You could feel how much he regretted everything, how terrified he was of losing you.

A few weeks later, after you were discharged from the hospital, Steve had one last surprise for you. He led you to your apartment, your heart still tender from everything you had been through, and opened the door to reveal a beautifully decorated nursery. Soft blues and greens filled the room, with a crib, toys, and little decorations that Steve had carefully chosen.

You gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as tears welled up again.

"I wanted to make this for you," Steve said, his voice soft as he came up behind you. "For you and the baby. I'm going to be there for both of you, every step of the way."

You turned to him, your heart full of emotion. "Thank you, Steve."

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. "I love you," he whispered, his lips brushing your hair. "I love both of you more than anything."

You rested your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath you. Despite everything, you had survived—and so had your love.

It wasn't perfect, and it hadn't been easy, but you were still together, and you had a future ahead of you—one filled with love, forgiveness, and the miracle of your growing family.