Into the War || A Captain America Love Story

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TORI

No. That's all I have to say to Tony right now. Steve's phone was ringing like mad this morning, causing both of us to become infuriated. He eventually just called my petulant brother to get him to be quiet. Apparently he wanted to see if we were having a boy or a girl, even though we won't be able to find out for at least five weeks, to tell Rhodey. First of all, both of those men know how long it takes until we can even think about seeing the gender. Secondly, Rhodey could just call me to find out. So, this all leaves me to assume that Tony is working on his little suit for my kid and wanted to know how he should design it. I really don't understand that part of it, but I'm not going to question it. All I know is that Steve was ready to just drive to Tony's place to smack him across the face.

Steve, who is always protective, is being an entire new level of making sure that I am always okay and satisfied with everything. After seeing my reaction towards Tony's little fiasco, he was most definitely angry.

He hates when I do it, but I have to lie to him sometimes. Other times I just can't or I don't have to, which is good. When I'm not feeling the greatest, he's always there. If I'm needing something, no matter how big or small, he's rushing to find it. I can just tell that he's going to be an amazing dad.

"You okay?" Steve asks me as I dry my damp hair with a towel after taking a shower.

I glance over at him. He leans against the doorframe, watching me closely. The sun shines through the windows behind him, making him a dark silhouette in the doorway.

I smile at him, nodding. "I'm good. Are you?"

He scoffs, crossing his arms. "God, yes."

I raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Ross has excused me from all the upcoming missions," my husband smirks, "meaning you're stuck with me."

He comes up from behind me as I hang the towel up, quickly hugging me. I laugh, interlocking my fingers with his. His other hand gently rests on my stomach.

"They're getting bigger," he notices.

"Yeah, a bigger pain for me," I scoff. "It's so awkward to cross my arms now."

"Oh, you poor thing," he teases me.

He is right though. My stomach is no longer just a small little bump; it is actually growing and at a rapid rate. I keep having to tell myself that the first trimester is almost over, meaning that it's just going to get even larger. It's just a struggle to get used to the constant change too, making me panic all the time, as well as Steve. However, neither of us could be any happier.

"What do you wanna do? I'm bored," Steve whines, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"What would you like to do?" I ask him.

"I don't know. What would you like to do?" he questions me back. He takes his chin off my head and begins to plant kisses on my neck.

"Not helping," I giggle, pushing him away.

He smirks, watching me as I step away. "Well then, what would you like to do?"

"Sleep," I smile.

"No," he whines. "Actually something."

"Hey, I'm pregnant. I have an excuse," I point out.

"True, but we should do something for that, considering that it's not forever until the baby comes."

"Give or take seven months," I smile.

"Nursery."

I bite my tongue. "Oh, yeah. We should probably start thinking about that."