Barnes & Rogers

S.R. - Desperate

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: SMUT - pregnancy sex, fingering, language, nipple stimulation,
Words: 3,241
Summary: Reader is almost two weeks overdue and is ready to try the old wive's tales.

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Steve was in the kitchen, standing at the counter as he chopped carrots to put into the crockpot. Y/N was due in a week and her feet were extremely swollen, making it hard for her to walk so he had taken over any duty that would involve her to leave the bed besides for necessity. He wasn't the best cook, but he was learning fast, having Wanda and Sam stop by to show him a few things that could help so he didn't accidentally poisoned his wife or made her sicker than she already felt. And after a video call to her mother, he was now confident enough to make her favorite soup hopefully the exact way the matron had done it for her when she was younger. He finished getting the celery in when he heard his wife call for him, making him cover the pot, turn the heat down, and rushed up the stairs to see what she wanted. He stood at the doorway, phone in hand in case it was time for the baby to come.

"What is it? Contractions?" he asked with a huff of breath, even though he hadn't exerted himself, but more because he held his breath on his ascent.

Y/N's cheeks were flushed as she pushed herself up on her elbows to sit up completely from her reclined position on the bed. "I need to go to the bathroom and I can't roll. I stayed too long," she whispered, embarrassment lacing her words as she refused to look at him.

Steve sighed with slight relief and pocketed his phone, smiling as he walked towards her, his hands taking her ankles and slowly helped her move to the edge of the bed, trying hard not to baby her when she moved, knowing she hated being incapable of fending for herself. "Do you need help with getting there?" he asked softly as she pulled on his hand to lift herself up off the mattress, watching her shake her head as her other hand pushed into her back and tried to ignore the grimace she made.

"As much as I love our little girl, I just don't think I can go on much more," she almost groaned before taking shuffling steps towards their en suite. "I have been reading about all the old wives' tales about inducing labor," she called from the bathroom. He couldn't help but smile when she whispered a small swear as she tried to move. He set about to adjusting the pillows and comforter for her, so she could rest again when she was done.

"Are you suggesting that we should try the whole castor oil thing?" Steve asked, remembering his mother offering the advice to a heavily pregnant woman who lived across the hall from them when he was a boy.

"Gross," she called out. He could hear the water running and knew she would be making her way back out to him. When he turned around he could see she was tired from just the menial task.

"Walking isn't one you're doing nor the car ride down a bumpy road," he smiled, going towards her to offer his arm for some support, resisting the urge to sweep her off her feet and to place her in bed.

"Definitely not," she laughed softly, her arm going around his waist to just hold him for a moment, "I was actually looking at maybe pineapple and jalapeno pizza."

"That's disgusting," he replied, pulling a face as he tried to imagine the flavor. Her laughter was enough to make him forget it quickly and he looked down at her with an amused questioning look. "So, I guess the chicken dumpling soup I'm making isn't going to be something you'd want?"

"You made chicken dumpling soup?" she asked, not hiding the astounding tone at all.

"Yes. Your mother and I had a long talk about what I needed to do, and she said I can video chat her if I have any questions or problems. Which I should go check on it to make sure it is not burning." He gently moved to hook his arms under her legs to lift her, striding across the room quickly to place her on the bed to tuck her in. "Call if you need anything at all, okay?"