The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Eight

"Man, I love you so much." You groaned as you took an enormous bite out of your burger.
"You talking to me or the food?" Steve mused with a slight smirk. You smiled back, still chewing.
"Both." You managed to answer whilst your mouth was full. Steve laughed and continued to eat his fries. You watched as he ate them one by one and rolled your eyes. "Come here." Your mouth was finally empty. He looked at you quizzically and so you leant over and took a few of his fries. "Let me teach you a little something that is a delicacy." He watched as you dunked his fries in to his chocolate milkshake and pulled a disgusted face.
You waved them in front of his face so he'd take them but he just looked at you bizarrely. "That looks disgusting." He said, still unsure if he should try it or not. When you shoved He food into his mouth, he knew he had no choice.
He laughed out of shock since you had practically put your fingers in his mouth just so he'd try something. But then he tasted it and it was amazing. "Oh my god." He whispered, looking at you in total awe.
"See?" You laughed and placed a hand on your bump. "I introduced it to-" you realised what you were about to say. "Bucky...he really enjoyed it." Steve's smile slowly dropped at the same speed yours did. He watched you look at your stomach, then your food. Then you looked up at Steve with a slight smile. "He could never stop after that." Steve smiled at the thought of his best friend sitting in this very booth.
It didn't hurt as much anymore to think about him.

"No. Everyone thought Claire and Andrew would get together but you'll see soon enough who she gets with." You explained to Steve as the breakfast club illuminated your room.
You were in the normal position when with Steve. You're head on his chest which would rise and fall, causing your head to go with it. His arm was lazily wrapped around you and pressed you against him even more. It was a very comfortable position.
But the baby didn't think so.
"Ow!" You hissed, sitting up slightly and feeling your stomach. Another thud and you gasped. "Steve! The baby's kicking!" You whispered in excitement, scared that if you were too loud it might stop.
In five months this was the first kicking to ever happen. Steve sat up with you and smiled. "Can I?" He gestured to your stomach and you nodded. Taking his large and in yours, you placed it right where the baby was extending its legs and watched as Steve's face lit up with astonishment. "Oh my god." He chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. You could hear his heart beating extremely fast and you didn't know if it was because of your super senses or if he was over excited.
You kept your eyes attached to Steve's and finally realised what the baby meant to him, and what he'd mean to the baby. He would most likely be the father figure to it since its actual father wouldn't be around. And this baby was Steve's way of still having Bucky in his life.
You knew Steve would take care of this baby no matter what, and that's the main reason you would ask him the question you were about to unveil. "Steve?" You asked quietly to catch his attention.
"Yeah?" He answered at the same volume, his eyes and hand still on your stomach.
You waited a second to appreciate him some more. "Will you be the godfather?" His head shot up but his hand remained still. You smiled sheepishly at the look of shock on his face.
He looked like he was talking with out words coming out, but then his voice caught up. "Me? Yes! I'd love to!" He exclaimed happily, delicately dragging you in to a hug, which you gladly returned. "Thank you so much." He mumbled in to your shoulder.
"Thank you for accepting." You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. He laughed and rocked you slightly.
When you both went to pull away, Steve had managed to get his hand stuck in your dressing gown belt, yanking you forward. Your forehead came in contact with his chin and, man, did it hurt.
You hissed and rubbed it, Steve frantically apologising. You waved him off and looked to see if it was bleeding. "I'm sorry." He grimaced, gently grabbing your cheeks so he could angle your head to look at you forehead. "It's just a little red." He sighed in relief and looked down at you, his hands still on your cheek.
"It's okay. Really." You smiled. You tried to resist leaning in to his touch, but he was so warm and it made you feel all cozy inside.
He returned the smile and carefully leant down. His lips landed on the mark in a few seconds and lingered there for a few seconds more.
Shivers ran down your spine at the gesture. It wasn't unusual for you two to show affection to each other, but you were friends.
So why did this time feel different?