Steve Rogers Imagines

It's Going To Be Okay

This is a continuation of A Story Through Art. I'm sorry if it's not accurate since I really don't want to do research about it. It was inspired by something I saw on Pinterest, which you might have seen.

Your husband, Steve, and you were very excited for this baby. Soon you would know the gender, and you both would be able to decorate the baby's room, and get her or his cute little clothes.

Steve walked into the house excitement evident on his face. He kissed your cheek, rubbing your growing tummy.

"I think this is the letter that tells us what we're having, and the baby's health." (Like I said I know nothing, and I'm sorry. I'm not looking it up. I know it's probably wrong, but everything I'm fixing to write is for the story. Sorry)

You both went to the couch, and you took your time to sit. You were already rather large compared to most women. Steve looked at the envelope before turning it around.

"Steve... I... Can you look first? I'm nervous." You instinctually rubbed your stomach.

Steve put his hand on your own smiling at you, "There's nothing to be nervous about, but I'll read it first if it makes you feel better."

You nodded closing your eyes, "Please. I... I just... I want to read it together, but I'm nervous." You opened your eyes tears slipping from them.

"How about we open it together then?"

You leaned on his shoulder, laying your hand on his thigh. "Okay."

Steve opened the letter and your eyes focused on the sentence in italics.

It's a boy! Congratulations Mr & Mrs Rogers.

At first your heart was set on having a little girl, but now that you knew you were having a little boy you couldn't be more excited. You would have been happy regardless, but you and Steve could finally get all the things you needed for your little boy.

You especially were happy for Steve. He was insistent you'd be having a boy. He would pick up cute little outfits for boys, and tell you how he was going to teach the little one too draw and stand up for himself.

"I'm going to teach him how to stand up to the bullies." Steve proudly smiled as you both walked around the park.

"Steve if our son comes home with bruises..."

"Hah! So you wouldn't mind having a boy." He smirked stepping in front of you.

"Stevie... I don't care, I'm just ready to have this baby in our arms. Boy or girl."

"I couldn't agree be more."

"Seriously though Steve, I don't want our kid getting in fights. He could fight for what's right without having to fight. He could be like me and fight with words. Not bad words of course, but words that impact and influence the people around him in a positive manner."

He stopped you both laughing pointing at you, "Fine. I can agree to that, but you just said he."

You put your hands on your hips smiling as you rolled your eyes, "I know I did. I... I think you're going to be right... Though I really thought you'd be cute with a little girl."

He moved beside you again holding your hand, "Who knows, maybe we'll have a little girl."

You came back to now, excited. You smiled looking at the word boy. "Steve you were right. Were having a little... Boy"

You looked up to Steve noticing he looked upset. "Steve... What's... What's wrong?"

"Did you read the bottom of the letter?"

"No... Not yet. Why... Steve what's wrong?"

"I gave our baby some of my problems."  He sounded disappointed in himself.

"What do you mean?"

"You know I had health issues before I was turned into the super soldier. It seems our baby has gotten some of those traits. At least that's what the doctors think. Though they aren't certain.... I... I'm sorry."

You looked at him grabbing the paper putting it on the table. You touched his cheek so he would look at you.

"This isn't your fault. Remember we said we'd love this baby no matter what, and we'd take care of him. We'd love him unconditionally. That's what we're going to do."

You picked up the framed sonogram from the coffee table.

"I see our baby. Our beautiful baby boy right there. Sure he's tiny, but he is growing. He will grow. If he has things like asthma we'll help him. We will help him be the best he can be. I love this baby Steve, and I love you. You aren't at fault."

He slowly began to smile, "You always know what to say to make me feel better."

"I sure hope I do." You giggled, and then all of a sudden you felt the baby kick.

You grabbed Steve's hand placing it on your tummy. "It seems our son is already strong. He's kicking Stevie. Our baby boy is kicking."

Steve laughed putting his other hand on your stomach. "Hey little guy."

The baby kicked even harder. "Whoa there baby, you don't wanna hurt your ma do you.?"

The baby stopped and you giggled again, "Ma? Steve that makes me sound older."

"Sorry." His face turned red.

"It's okay. Cause I know James Samuel will end up saying it."

"James Samuel?"

"Yeah for Bucky and Sam? I know they're your friends."

"Thanks y/n, but we don't have to name him after anyone necessarily.

"Okay, then James Flynn. I always liked the name James, and I like the name Flynn. What do want to name him?"

"I actually like the James Flynn one."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

You both looked at your stomach smiling, "Hey baby James Flynn."

"We love you so much."