steve rogers imagines

can't fit

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The sun was shining through the curtains of Y/N and Steve Roger's shared bedroom. Y/N was slowly awakening, disrupted from her deep sleep as the golden glare was aiming at her relaxed face. She yawned, turning around expecting not to see Steve by her side. She was right as Steve was usually out training or attending meetings with the Avengers.

She longed for Steve even more now that she was pregnant as her hormones were all over the place. She was barely 5 months along yet she felt like she was in the 3rd trimester. The growing bump had blocked Y/N from being able to roll over to her left, where Steve usually slept.

Ugh, she groaned as she struggled to sit up in bed and was even harder to get out of bed. She managed to get her slightly swollen feet on the ground, slowly stretching her arms above her head. She placed one hand on her bump and one hand on her lower back, she got up, limping to the bathroom.

After completing her bathroom routine and having breakfast, Y/N was thinking about the walk-in closet. Up until that moment she hadn't thought about cleaning out her closet and getting rid of clothes that she could no longer fit in. She walked to the door, turning on the light switch and beginning to throw clothes on the bed, to attempt to wear them, at least till the end of trimester two.

After sorting out her clothes for the past 20 minutes, she had finally figured out the many clothing items she were to try on. I'm going to be so tired by the end of this, she thought to herself. Y/N picked up a pair of jean shorts which she had only ever wore once or twice. Taking off her comfortable trackies, she pulled up the shorts, unzipping the zip. She pulled the jeans up to height she would usually wear them to only reveal that her baby bump was in the way of the button. Frustrated, she kept trying to zip and button her jeans only for her stomach to pop the button.

'Damn it.' She left the jeans that she could no longer fit in on and picked up a top she was sure she could not fit in. She tried to slide the top past her chest but her enlarged breasts were too large. 'DAMN IT', she yelled again. She turned to face the door that lead to the hallway, and saw her husband's face, trying to contain laughter. 'It's not funny Steve, this baby is getting too big already and soon I won't be able to wear my favourite clothes', she frowned, looking at her bump. 'Sorry Hon, but it's adorable, you're adorable', Steve was now in the room, smiling down at Y/N. 'You may think it's adorable, but I don't. This child of yours is giving me a hard time and I love my clothes', she huffed and was on the verge of crying. 'Oh Y/N', Steve gently hugged his wife. 'You are more than welcome to wear my clothes, that's the least I can do for you'. Smiling, Y/N happily walked over to his drawers and picked out her favourite top of Steve's and immediately put it on. It was basically a dress on her and hid her bump pretty well.

'Happy?', 'Very'.