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Steve Rogers- Dinner For Three

You looked excitedly at the third positive pregnancy test in your hand.  You and your husband Steve had been wanting to start a family for a while, and now it was finally going to happen!

You heard the door open downstairs and your stomach twisted.  You wanted to tell him so bad, but you also wanted to make it special.  You thought about what to say. You could go out for dinner… yeah. That’s what you’ll do.  You threw two of the tests in a garbage, tucked the third test in your back pocket and headed downstairs.  His back was turned to you. You snuck up behind him and jumped on his back.

“Hello, Mr. America,” you said to him.

“Hello, Mrs. America,” he said in response, kissing you on the cheek before you let go of around his neck and walked to be in front of him.

“How was work?” you asked.

“Work,” he replied, with a sigh. “Nothing special.”

“How about we go out for dinner, then?” you suggested.

“Sure,” he said, with a smile. “Want me to make reservations?”

“No, I’ll do it.  Dinner for three, right?”

“Yea- wait, ‘three?’” he asked, confused.

You hesitated for a moment, reached behind your back to grab the test. “We did it, baby,” you grinned.  His eyes widened. He ran forward, picked you up and spun you around in his arms.

“I love you so much!” he said.

“I love you, too,” you answered, wrapping your arms around his neck as he bent down to kiss you deeply.