Little miss America (captain Americas daughter)

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*katie peters*

It was about a week ago that I started feeling ill, but it was only yesterday that I woke up and immediately had the urge to throw up whatever I had left in my stomach from the day before. That's when I knew something was up, and I didn't know wether it was good or bad.

So after, again, throwing up this morning I decided to head to the clinic, just to get something that could maybe tell me what the hell was happening.

I was now, sitting on the toilet lid. In my bathroom, alone. Crying. Because the two lines that where shown on the test told me loud and clear, I was pregnant.

I'd been trying to figure out when, and how. And then I remembered the "girls night out" I had been dragged to with my friends on Earth . . . I'll explain what that means some other time. I've got bigger things to worry about now.

Because I, was pregnant with Captian America's baby. And I had decided that as long as I was here, he would never know.

Only my family, biologically and not, would know about this.

**5 months later**

I had been sitting in the Hospital for not long when I was called into the room by my doctor, Dr. Teff. I know, I can't say his without laughing ether, Teff? Oh my god . .

Anyway, I was now lying in the bed that they have in every doctors office or hospital. Dr, Teff . . I'm sorry I'm mentally laughing, had put this blue stuff on my now very inflated stomach.

"It might be a little cold." Dr. Teff told me, and I snickered. Not at what he said, but at his name. I'm so immature.

"That's okay. . Can u tell me your Full name?"

He shot me a confused look, "Daniel Teff."

I nodded. For my peace of mind, I think I'll call him Daniel. It was silent for a while after that, maybe he would occasionally tell me a certain part of my baby. But then he smiled,

"Do you want to know what your having?" He asked, and I of-course nodded. "Well it looks to me like a girl."

Holy crap, I'm having Captain America's daughter. I'm having captain America's daughter.

Jesus take the wheel . . .

**four months later**

I had been sitting in the baby's nursery, on the  rocking chair for nearly an hour, and still nothing. No kicks, no moving, absolutely nothing. And to say I was worried was an understatement.

I know it's maybe okay for baby's to not kick for a while, or move. But this was no ordinary baby, this was Captian America's baby. She usually kicks up a storm all day, and all night.

It usually got annoying, but now she wasn't kicking i was worried and wanted nothing more than to be in discomfort all the time if it meant she was moving, instead of her being abnormally still.

"Helllooo?" I Said to myself, or the baby. "Are you okay down there P?" I asked her. I know I must look crazed for technically talking to myself, but it's all I could think of at the moment.

"Do you think you could kick please?" I asked poking my stomach "just one? Maybe two? Or is that pushing it? A half?" I asked in a soft voice.

When, again, nothing happened and I had been sitting there for nearly an hour and a half. I decided to call my mid-wife. Before I could though, a burning pain spread through my abdomen. It was like needles and a fire and just raw flesh being torn apart, pain.