The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Sixteen

"No, no, no, no, no." Sam stammered as Dorothy crawled towards the open elevator. He swooped her in to his arms and started to rock the nine month old.
She let out a giggle through a toothy(ish) smile and started waving her arms around. "Your mother would kill me if I lost you, you know that?" Dorothy just carried on smiling at him. "Of course you do. That's why you keep crawling away." Sam smiled back and started walking towards the kitchen where he'd continue his babysitting duties.

You lifted your phone to you ear and huffed. What was the point? Natasha was bound to leave you tonight anyway. She always did when she got drunk, and Wanda was too busy sucking face with vision to care about your yearning to mother your daughter.
"Hello?" Steve answered groggily. You cringed at the thought of waking him up, however you were slightly too tipsy to care.
"I'm tired and need to see my kid." You hiccuped at the end causing Steve to snigger.
"Where are you?" He huffed, the sound of rustling being heard.
"That famous club Tony owns. The most famous one. You know? The one that's the most famous. You know it?" You slurred, not remembering the name.
"I'll be there soon." He hung up shortly after, and true to his word, he was in front of you a few minutes later. "Come on." He smiled and opened the door of his for you.
"You have a pretty smile." You said dreamily. You walked towards him, all sense and control being left inside be club.
"Thanks. You have a pretty smile too." He chuckled before motioning for you to get in the car.
The drive home was short but filled with you screaming along to songs on the radio. You left the car giggling, leaning on to Steve for support.
Walking through the door, Steve noticed Sam was no where to be seen, obviously already asleep.
He looked down at you when you slurred something he couldn't understand. "Pardon?" You giggled and looked up at him.
"Dorothy is awake. I can hear her breathing." You whispered. Steve almost forgot your power but laughed afterwards.
"I'll go see if she's okay." You sighed and sat down on the sofa, closing your eyes.
Steve walked in to the room he now shared with you and peered over the cot, his grin dropping and eyes widening.
Dorothy wasn't in her cot.
"Steve." You practically breathed from the doorway.
He tried to hide his panic knowing with you in this state, it wouldn't end well. "I thought you were on the couch." He panted, fist tightening around the delicate wood of the crib.
You didn't say anything. You just walked up to him grabbing both his arms and smiling. You slid them up to his shoulders and used them as something to balance you.
Steve was too frightened about his god daughters well being to focus on how you were getting closer to him. It wasn't until your nose touched his did he realise what was happening.
You paused, eyes closed, breath heavy and heart racing as to what could happen.
"Am I interrupting?" A tired but cocky voice caused you to throw yourself away from Steve and stare wide eyed at Sam in the doorway, Dorothy in his arms.
Steve sighed in relief, happy he didn't have to hurt someone who might have brought harm to Dorothy.
Your mood instantly changed and excitement grew in you at the sight of your child, wide awake and happy to see you.
Meanwhile Steve was left behind you, shocked and confused. The thought of what might have happened hadn't Sam interrupted would haunt him for the rest of the night, and many other nights to follow.