Red Love, White Doves [Steve Rogers x Reader]

[Steve Rogers x Reader]

Steve lifts himself up, hand holding your leg up, the other resting on your stomach, you feel the weight the small gesture gives - his eyes trained on your stomach.

It takes everything in you not to crumble when he meets your eyes, flickering back to your stomach. Mindlessly a hand comes up to stroke his beard, he smiles softly before pressing a kiss to your palm, something that's become a second nature during your trysts.