Stark's Daughter

Chapter 45

     ~~8 months later~~

On our way home from the tower, I regretted the times I didn't stop at the doctors to have an ultrasound. The day I had told Marc we were going to have a baby was the same day we decided to keep the gender a surprise. Which is a good and bad idea. Good, because I love surprises. Bad, because I hate not knowing.

We had stopped at the tower only a while ago for a baby shower. I actually had a really good time. Everyone showered me with affection and love. Lots of gifts were included.

The Avengers trailed behind us, only to help us set up for when the baby arrives. Most of the gifts we had gotten were baby furniture. Steve rode his motorcycle up to my side of the car and tapped on the window. Taking my hand off of my big stomach, I waved to Steve.

Once we pulled into the driveway, Marc turned off the car. We bought a van not too long ago, hoping it'd be good for the baby. Demarcus hopped out of the van and rushed over to me.

As he opened my door, I rolled my eyes, "Marc, I'm pregnant, not helpless."

He always took the time to worry about me. Always has, but now that emotion of his has intensified. I love the way he cares for me. I know he means well, but I just want to prove I can do things on my own sometimes.

He sighed as I shoved him away, playfully. While I got out of the car, I watched Marc get some boxes from the back. I followed behind him. Slyly, I reach for a box, hoping he wouldn't notice. Not a second later, I got caught. It's not easy to be sneaky without my smaller figure. Now I have a huge round stomach that's overly noticeable.

"Freeze right where you are standing, Mrs. Lokison." Marc said, watching me about to pick up a box.

I just hate being helpless. I like to be able to do things. I guess that's a trait I get from Dad. Always wanting to get things done right away. That's my style. If I can't do anything, I don't feel like anything. I feel, basically, useless.

I paused and placed my hands on my hips. His expression went from serious to "what are ya going to do about it?" sort of smirk.

I thought he'd stop staring at me within a second, but he glared at me for more than a minute.

"What?" I ask, starting to get annoyed.

"I will not have my wife lifting these boxes while she is carrying our future. So, you hand Steve that box and let him take care of it." Marc responded quickly, starting to carry boxes up to the nursery.

~~a few minutes later~~

As I was up in the nursery, I watched as everyone was at good work and I sat doing nothing. This is where I start feeling useless again. Glancing by the door, I find a decent sized box. I grabbed it and began carrying it to the other side of the room to unload.

"Stephanie, take it easy, you shouldn't be doing any work right now." Steve tried to stop me.

"But I have to. You don't understand. I need to do something before my mind goes crazy. Or before I go crazy. Whichever gets there first." I say, watching as he chuckled.

"I think you're already there. Now go sit down before I go crazy." Steve laughed.

~~three hours later~~

"Damnit!" Steve yelled, as the happier fell onto his fingers.

"Language!" Dad yelled, slightly laughing.