The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Thirty Four

When you woke up, you had about two minutes of bliss. No daunting emotions. No baby nudging your bladder. No Bucky.
But it all came all at once and you found yourself quickly waddling to the toilet as anger festered within you.
How could he just fake his death? If it was because of hydra wouldn't someone have known? At least one person surely. You knew Steve didn't know. He grieved as much as you did and he wouldn't start a relationship with you if he knew his best friend was still alive.
"Morning beautiful." Steve said, his voice barely above a grumble as he kissed your head. Most mornings you snuck back into bed, his warm figure calming you down from any sickness or hormonal experience.
"I hate being pregnant." You groaned as you rolled away from him.
He laughed slightly. "You said literally two days ago about how much you love the feeling of having something grow inside you." He responded as he rolled you back towards him.
You sighed in annoyance. "That was before I had to realise how much of a fucking turn on your morning voice is."
He looked almost flustered. Sure you hinted towards sex on many occasions, but you were never that forward. "I think your hormones are acting up again."
You looked at him with such intensity he thought he'd die from it. "Are you saying that because I'm a women that my hormones are to blame for everything?"
Again. Flustered. "No. No! I'm saying you're pregnant and your hormones are quite irregular at this point." He tried to save himself as best he could.
When you didn't respond he knew he was safe. "So." He kissed your forehead again. "What do you want to do today?"
"This." You breathed, trying to be as close to him as possible. The belly got in the way.
He looked around the two of you. "What, lay in bed and do nothing?" You nodded against him. "We have to pick Dorothy up." He pointed out.
A loud, persistent sigh left your mouth before you flipped the duvet from you. "Fine. But you gotta buy me breakfast."
He sat up and kissed your cheek. "Gladly. As long as it's a date."
You smiled when his arms wrapped around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Now why would I date you?"
He shrugged and rocked your slightly. "Might make the whole baby situation easier." You laughed and turned your head to look at him, his head lifting from your shoulder. "I love you. And whatever you need, I'll be there to do it. Whether that's breakfast, or speaking to Bucky-"
"Please can we not talk about him?" You asked softly. "I just want a morning where my ex and your dead best friend isn't spoken about." Steve studied your face for a while before nodding, a grim look about him.
The infamous diner had been your top choice for food and just as your food arrived, the rascal began kicking again.
"You've got to be kidding me." You grumbled, looking down at the bump with an expression of incredulously.
"What's up, sweetheart?" Steve asked, crunching on a piece of bacon.
You sighed in frustration, staring at your pancakes. "He's kicking again. When he kicks I can't eat because it makes me sick." You grumbled.
You looked at Steve when he didn't respond, who seemed almost frozen. "He?" He asked so quietly, just above a whisper.
You bit your lip and shrugged, a dorky smile on your face. "I have a feeling it's a boy. I mean, I'm carrying different than with Dorothy and I wasn't as sick with this one. Plus Wanda did this thing with a needle and thread that said I'll have a girl and then a boy and then another girl." You said with slight excitement as you stroked your belly.
You watched as small tears built in his eyes. "I really hope it's a boy now." He mumbled as he slid into the booth next to you.
"We could always go and see..." you hinted, grabbing his hand and resting it where the baby was kicking.
He shook his head quickly. "No. No, I want to wait." You nodded and let your thumb run circles into his hand.
"What do you want to call it if it is a boy?" Steve looked up at you and smiled widely.
He shrugged slightly. "I kind of like Alfred." You squinted your eyes slightly. "I think it would be cute. Dot and Alfie. And then when that other girl comes along we'd have to think of a cute girls name." His serious tone went and was replaced with his care free one.
You snorted and hit his arm. "Let's just have this baby first. Okay?" He nodded and kissed you cheek. "And I like Alfred." You thought for a second. "Alfred! Put that down!" You nodded as if you approved. "Yeah. It works." Steve laughed and shook his head. He let his eyes rest on your bump again and leant towards it slightly.
"Hear that? You might be an Alfie." You laughed but immediately stopped.
"Steve. You've gotta move." He looked at you with slight offence. "I need to pee."
"Oh. Okay." He smiled, standing before helping you up.
He watched you waddle to the bathrooms and thanked whichever god there was that he had this wonderful life with you.