The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Ten

You were two weeks overdue, and to say that was a massive pain in the ass would be an understatement. It frustrated you that you couldn't meet your child yet and that you still had a watermelon belly to waddle around with. It made you too warm on the coldest of days and it made you snappy too. Everyone was really trying to stay on your good side. They did this by leaving you, Steve, Bruce and Tony with you while they went on a mission.
As you lay on your side, you snuggled in to your blankets, sleep heavily taking over you.
As you were dreaming (probably of Ryan Reynolds, cause who doesn't?) the faintest knock seeped in to your head.
As you heard it again your mind started to bounce in to the land of reality. As the knock sounded for the third time, your eyes shot open and a groan escaped your throat.
The door opened slowly and Steve poked his head through. "Oh! You're still in bed! Sorry, I just came to tell you I'm back from my run and I wondered if you wanted to go grab something to eat." He smiled sweetly at you.
You continued to glare at him from your mole hill of blankets. Your arm shot out of the duvet and you curled your finger to order Steve to come closer. He stepped forward and you waved at him to come even closer.
When he was kneeling next to you, you grabbed his collar harshly and leant up quickly in your bed. "What did I say about waking me up?" You growled through clenched teeth.
He looked a little shocked by the situation. "N-not to do it?"
"Then why in the hell are you doing exactly that?" Steve stayed quiet until you let go off his shirt and brought the blanket up to your chin.
"So...you don't want food?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes! I want food!" You bellowed as a smile broke out on Steve's face. "And you better come back here so we can watch movies!" You called as he jogged out the room.

The credits to The Shining rolled on your screen and you huffed. Educating Steve on the past was hard, so you had settled on movies. You just didn't like sitting through that movie.
"You see? Not the greatest horror film." You grumbled as you lay on your back. You waited for a reply but it never came. You turned your head to the right to see his eyes closed and his chest moving rhythmically up and down. "Well, I don't blame you." You sighed and turned your head back to the screen.
A few minutes passed and your mouth grew drier. Waking Steve was a lost cause. He was a very deep sleeper when he wanted to be.
You rolled on to your side and spent the next ten minutes trying getting up off the bed. When you had finally accomplished sitting up on your own, you moved your legs apart to try and stand up, however, you could only freeze. The loudest pop echoed from between your legs and water gushed, staining your (Steve's) joggers. "Uh oh." You whispered. You reached behind you as you continued to look at your legs, to hit Steve's arm. "Steve. Wake up!" You shouted, smacking him. He didn't budge.
"Now is not the time to go in to a coma again! Steve!" Panic built up inside of you. You couldn't get up and the only help you had was out cold beside you. Finally, a contraction jolted your belly and you grabbed it, moaning in dismay as it passed. "Jesus. Steve, please!" You hit him again but his only reply was a small snore.
Your breathing started to increase and you whined loudly as another contraction hit. Time went on and eventually the contractions were five minutes apart. "Okay. Okay, I know you want to come out, but no ones in this part of the tower. Could you just hang on, please?" You whimpered as tears started to stream down your face. You couldn't take this anymore. How could Steve not hear you? It must've been the serum. Bucky always was a nightmare to wake up, especially when nightmares were involved.
Bucky...
He wouldn't be around to see his first born. His only born.
You flushed the depressing thoughts away and turned them in to determination and anger towards Steve's ignorant sleeping form. "STEVEN GRANT RODGERS!" You turned and smacked his forehead. He soon jolted awake. "Why didn't I try that sooner?" You mumbled to yourself but you were interrupted by another contraction.
"Jesus! Y/N are you okay?" You panted as it passed and turned to him with fire in your eyes.
"Do I look O-Fucking-K to you? You're an idiot! I'm in labour and you're taking a nap that I can't wake you from! And I couldn't get my phone because it's on your side of the bed!" You raged, gripping on to his arm as the pain hit you again.
"The babies coming?" He whispered in disbelief. And then it hit him. "The babies coming!" You couldn't tell the emotion in his tone or face. He looked excited but terrified at the same time.
He helped you up and held you as you hobbled down the corridor. It was soon established you couldn't walk from the pain and Steve had to pick you up the best he could.
Bruce almost fell out of his chair when Steve barged in to the living room with you awkwardly positioned in his arms. "Baby!" Is all he could say before you groaned loudly.