A/N - Another little follow-up chapter because I love these little cuties together. This one was sort of inspired by the song Wi$h Li$t by Taylor Swift. I hope you all enjoy it.
"Is she asleep?" a voice whispered, a little louder than you probably would have liked right now, the words echoing around the sterile room you were in.
"Jesus, Robin, keep your voice down," Steve bit out, drawing a snort of laughter out of you as you opened your eyes, watching as he turned his attention away from the bassinet to look in your direction, a smile immediately pulling at his lips. "Hey, Baby," he hummed softly, moving over to the side of the bed to help you sit up a little as Robin continued gazing down into the bassinet, borderline hypnotised by what she was looking at.
"She's a real sound sleeper, so far," you started, watching as Robin began smiling, moving to come and hug you tightly. "Only really wakes up when she's hungry," you added softly.
Robin chuckled. "She's gorgeous-"
"You just told me she looked like chewed toffee," Steve corrected, looking all too put out as you laughed at the comment. "Comparing my little girl to half-eaten sweet treats," he grumbled, his frown fading when you reached up to link your fingers through his.
"She is a little mushy at the moment," you hummed, watching as he rolled his eyes. "I mean, she's beautiful, but she's a baby. They're all a little weird to look at-"
"She's not weird," he uttered, his smile coming back full force. "She's perfect."
You ran your thumb over the back of his hand lightly. "I know, Baby," you chuckled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Do you want to hold her?" you added, turning your attention to Robin as Steve's eyes widened in horror.
"She's not allowed; she's too clumsy-"
"Steve," you chastised lightly. "You just have to show Robin how to hold her properly, and they'll be fine," you corrected. "Right?"
Robin looked a little unsure, shifting on the spot for a moment. "I mean, if you don't mind-"
"He doesn't mind. He's being overprotective already," you interjected. "Just sit down, and he'll get her settled nice and comfy for you. As long as you don't move too much, she'll be just fine with you."
Steve grumbled as he went to scoop the baby out of the bassinet, cradling her to his chest, so tiny that it was still a little shocking to you. "No sudden movement. No gesturing all over the place. Just sit still and support her head, alright?" he finally uttered, gently lowering the baby into Robin's arms, and only stepping back once he knew she was holding her correctly. "Okay, now stay just like that."
Robin was sitting stock still, her arm rigid and unmoving. "You look so uncomfortable," you teased gently. "You can get a little comfier-"
"Let me take her back," Steve interjected, moving forward to take her, when you caught his arm.
"Baby, she's fine," you corrected quietly. "Robin, you don't have to be so tense, she'll be fine if you relax a little," you added, still gently carressing Steve's forearm, soothing him.
You watched as Robin eased into the chair, the baby still sitting perfectly in her arms, her neck perfectly supported. "She really is pretty," she murmured, finally smiling down at the baby. "It's so weird that you guys have a baby now," she added, glancing up at you with a smile that told you it wasn't actually all that weird at all.
In fact, you were pretty sure it was the most normal thing in the world. It made sense that you would be a mom. It made sense that you would give all of yourself to this little person who needed you. And Steve was the most natural, if slightly anxious, father any of you had ever met.
"You know, she does kind of look like you," Robin pressed on, glancing up at Steve, her eyes narrowed as if she was trying to make sense of where the resemblance sat. "I think it's your nose," she finally concurred, turning her attention back to the baby. "Poor kid," she hummed softly, drawing a snort of laughter out of you.
"Hey-"
"Steve has a lovely nose," you interjected, linking your fingers through his, squeezing lightly. "She has his eyes too, when she's got them open," you added softly, grinning up at your husband with so much pride that you saw the anxiety ease out of him, his lips twitching up into a small smile.
"Can I take her back now?" he whispered, more to you than to Robin. "I want to hold my little girl," he added softly.
You chuckled softly, fighting back an eyeroll. "Give her a couple more minutes, and then you get her to yourself until Dustin and Nancy get here." Steve let out a soft sigh and perched himself awkwardly on the edge of the hospital bed, his free hand moving to rest on your calf, massaging the muscle through the sheets. "Steve, Sweetheart, you get her forever; Robin won't get to hold her that often," you reminded him, watching as another smile pulled at his lips at your comment.
"Oh my god," Robin suddenly announced, and Steve had tensed immediately, his head spinning to stare in her direction. "She does have your eyes," she added, glancing up in her direction with a bright smile.
The moment had been split in two a moment later, the hiccupping cries of the baby breaking the silence.
"Oh shit," Steve murmured, moving to take the baby from Robin and ferrying her back to you. "She needs to eat, right?" he added, his cheeks a little red and his eyes wide.
"Yeah-"
"Her cries are higher when she's hungry," he pressed on, finally settling the baby in your arms and collecting the muslin from her crib and arranging it perfectly around you and the baby as she began to feed, the room growing quiet again. "Hey, she latched easier this time," he hummed. "Good job, Baby," he added, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the top of your head.
He settled himself on the bed beside you as Robin excused herself to go to the canteen and get herself a coffee, granting you a moment of privacy.
"You're such a natural, you know that?" he hummed, brushing his hand over the top of your head before pressing another gentle kiss to your temple. "Doing such a good job," he added quietly, letting out a soft, contented sigh as he felt you lean into his embrace slightly, careful not to jostle the feeding baby at your chest.
"She's been here for just over 24 hours, and you already know what she needs from just the pitch in which she cries," you reminded him. "I think you've got me beat," you teased, drawing a soft chuckle out of him. You hesitated for a moment, your free hand lifting to run a finger gently over the baby's cheek.
"I don't think I've ever been this happy before," Steve confessed quietly. "I mean, I was happy before. I was real happy when it was just you and me, but this-" his words trailed off slightly.
"It's a different kind of happy," you agreed, turning your head to look up at him. "I actually think it's making me love you more, not that I thought that was physically possible, but watching you with her, how gentle you are, how much you want to protect her, it just feels different now."
Steve leaned down to kiss you properly. "I love you, Baby," he breathed against your lips, grinning as you pulled away to readjust the baby to your shoulder, letting Steve take the muslin and place it delicately between the two of you. "And I love you too, Little Lady," he added, leaning in to press his lips to her forehead gently. "My girls."
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