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𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 [010]

When Steve woke up, the bed beside him was empty. He quickly sat up straight, being greeted by an empty room. Steve frowned. Tony wasn't one to sleep long, but he'd always wait until Steve was up before leaving. He stood up, quickly changing into his normal clothes. He checked himself in the full-length mirror before walking out of the room. Not that Tony cared much if Steve looked presentable or not, but it made Steve feel a bit better.

He walked through the big house, their big house. He looked in a couple rooms, checked if the bathroom was occupied, but no Tony. He quickened his pace, remembering how he'd once found his lover having a panic attack somewhere in a corner after he'd found the bed empty. He had felt guilty for weeks for not noticing earlier.

Once he entered the kitchen, however, he saw Tony standing there, cooking some eggs and bacon, a frown on his face. All the anxiety fled Steve's body as he saw his lover standing there, completely fine. He walked up behind him, making sure to make a sound so he wouldn't startle him to death.

Tony felt gentle arms wrap around him from behind, and a smile formed on his face as he leaned into the touch. He lay his head back on Steve's shoulder, eyes closed.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he said, sounding tired. Steve frowned, gently turning Tony around to look at him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, and Tony sighed.

"Nothing, I'm fine," he said, not meeting Steve's eyes. Steve raised an eyebrow.

"You don't sound fine," he said in a tone that left no room for discussion. Tony sighed again, a deeper sigh this time.

"I'm a little stressed, that's all." He answered running a hand over his face. Steve was confused for a second. Why would he be stressed?

Then, he remembered something, and he couldn't help the chuckle escaping his lips.

"Oh, Tony. I'm sorry, I forgot..." He said, shaking his head.

Tony finally looked up at him, a helpless look in his eyes. Steve's eyes softened as he ran a hand over the genius' cheek.

"What if I mess it up, Steve?" he said, insecurity evident in his voice. "What if I'm just not cut out for this, what if I end up being like-"

"Hey," Steve cut him off, his free hand moving to cup his other cheek, forcing the man to look in his eyes. "You're not going to be like Howard, okay? You're gonna be a great dad, I know it."

Tony didn't look convinced.

"But I haven't a clue how to handle a child, never mind our own!" he said in a small voice. Steve hated that voice, he felt his heart clench at the fear sounding through. He smiled reassuringly at his husband, not removing his hands as he moved his thumb to rub Tony's cheek.

"Hey, we talked about this. We both have some Daddy issues, but we can do this. Together, remember? We do everything together."

Tony nodded against his hands, closing his eyes and covering Steve's hands with his own.

"Now, how about finishing that breakfast? I'm starving." Steve said, winking. He earned a small chuckle, which he took as a victory. He planted a kiss on Tony's forehead before letting go to let him finish breakfast.

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The car slowly slid into the parking lot, which was almost completely empty. Steve felt excitement running through his body, knowing this day might change the rest of their life.

"You ready, Tones?" he asked. When he got no response, he looked over to the driver's seat. Tony sat there, clutching the steering wheel with white knuckles. "Tony, are you okay?" Steve asked carefully, covering one of Tony's hands with his own. Tony shook his head, looking at the building in front of them.