About That Night - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader)
Summary: Steve and Y/N have what they think is a one-night stand. That they are never going to seen each other again after Y/N walks out of Steve’s apartment in the morning, but life has other plans for them. Weeks after they first met and parted ways, Y/N comes looking for Steve to tell him news that will change both of their lives forever.
A/N: Omg I started reading Renegades by Marissa Meyer and it is amazing! I loved the Lunar Chronicles and recommend those too, but this new book is basically superhero movie written as a book. And I know I haven’t finished writing this story yet, but I already have ideas for a another story because of the book.
Three months later
I was woken by a soft cry. I rolled over in my bed and looked at the clock on my night stand next to the baby monitor. It was just past 3 in the morning. I grabbed my robe from the foot of my bed and swung my legs around and slipped on my slippers before walking out of my room and toward the nursery.
By the time, I had reached the doorway of the other room the crying had stopped and I found Steve holding our son in his arms, slowly rocking him.
“Go back to bed,” Steve told me, looking up to see me trying to rub some of the sleep out of my eyes. “I got this.”
I walk into the room and place a soft kiss on Nico’s head. “Thanks Steve,” I smile looking up at him. As I walk out of the room I see the blankets thrown around on the sofa Steve had been sleeping on the past three months. I’d offered to share my bed with him several times. It was big enough for the two of us to sleep together and not make things too awkward between us, but he declined every time. Said he’d have worse sleeping arrangements before.
When I’m in my room I kick off my slippers and toss myself onto the bed without bothering to take off my robe.
In the morning, I am awake before Steve is, but Nico is awake before I am. When I leaned over his crib I found him looking up at the colorful mobile hanging above him. I reach down to carry him, and can’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips as I hold him in my arms. “Good Moring Nico,” I coo. “Did you keep daddy up all night,” I ask him, knowing that he couldn’t answer. He made a gurgling noise and reached for me with his small hands.
After feeding Nico, I make my way to the kitchen and place him down in the rocker while I get to work on breakfast.
From the kitchen, I can see when Steve wakes up. He sits up on the sofa and turns to look at me as I pour some batter on a griddle.
“Pancakes will be ready in a bit,” I tell him. He nods and makes his way to the bathroom. This had become a routine of ours since the first day we brought Nico home. Whichever one of us didn’t take care of Nico when he woke up in the night would take care of him in the morning and make breakfast.
When Steve makes his way out of the bathroom I hand him a plate with a stack of pancakes and a mug of coffee.
“I have to go down to DC today,” Steve tells me. “I shouldn’t be there too long.”
“Nat’s been asking to babysit Nico,” I tell Steve. “And I’ve been putting off meeting with the contractor since Nico was born, so I might have to take her up on that offer.”
“How much longer before the gallery is open,” Steve asks.
“Maybe a month,” I pick around my plate. “The longer I put off meeting with the contractor, the longer it will be.”
Steve and I finish eating, and he helps me wash the dishes before he leaves to pick up somethings from his apartment before leaving for DC.
I called Nat and told her about having to meet with the contractor, and I didn’t even get to ask her if she could watch Nico before she was already offering.
The meeting with the contractor went by quicker than I thought I would. If everything went as we planned it, I could have the gallery open by the end of the month. It was finally going to happen. I was going to open my very own gallery. The contractor had left already, and as I stood in the empty space I had sighed the lease on, I couldn’t believe I had made it this far. Despite my plans not going exactly as I had once wanted them too, I was happy, and I wouldn’t change anything that happened in the last year.
My phone buzzed and I read the message Steve sent me saying that his meeting at DC was taking longer than expected and he would get home late. I quickly reply and tell him Nico and I will be fine, and for him not to worry about having to get home soon.
While Steve’s help with Nico had been everything, and even more than I could have asked for, I knew that soon Steve would go back to his Brooklyn apartment. He would also go back to work soon. Since the last mission, he had the day Nico was born, Steve hasn’t gone out with the team once. Steve was a soldier, and I could tell he wanted to be back out on the field. I understood that. Today was my first day to go out and do work for the gallery, and while I loved Nico, and he would now always come first, I had missed being in this environment.
Later that night after putting Nico to bed I make myself a cup of tea and curl up on the sofa with a large warm blanket and a book. This was something I hoped would never change in my life. Finding time for myself to read a book, and not have to worry about anything else but finding a comfortable position to sit and read until my eyes became too heavy and I fell asleep.
Which is exactly what happened when a few hours later I heard the front door open and Steve’s quite footsteps echoed in the apartment. The hard wood floors were not forgiving when it came to sneaking around.
“What time is it,” I mumble slowly sitting up.
“Just past two in the morning,” Steve tells me softly setting his bag on the floor.
He looked tired, and as I stood from the sofa a bit sore from the cushions I didn’t care what Steve said, sleeping on it for two months couldn’t have been comfortable, even if he was Captain America. Steve and I hadn’t decided how much longer he was going to be staying with me, but I had just decided that for however much longer that was going to be he was not going to stay on the sofa another night.
Steve was too tired to argue when I told him. He took a quick shower while I made the bed. I was already drifting back to sleep when I felt him slip into the empty space of the bed next to me.
The next morning it took me a second to gather my surroundings. I was in my room, but something felt different. When I tried to turn in bed I realized why. What I had though was a pile of warm blankets wrapped around me was Steve’s chest pressed against my back and one of his arms wrapped around my waist keeping me in place.
A sense of deja vu washed over me as I remembered the morning after I had met Steve, only this time we were both still wearing clothes.
“Steve,” I say softly as I turn to face him. He only sighs in his sleep and pulls me closer to him. “Steve,” I say a little louder, this time his eyes flutter open and his sleepy gaze focuses on me.
“Good morning,” Steve smiles sleepily.
“Sleep well,” I ask, my eye flicker to his arm that was still wrapped around me.
“Sorry,” Steve says pulling away from me. The second his body was no longer pressed against mine I missed it. I missed the warmth I felt of having him so close.
I looked at the space Steve had created between us and wished it would disappear. When I looked back up at Steve, he was looking at me the same way I suspected I was looking at him.
There was no hesitation from either of us as we moved to close the gap and our lips found each other’s.
There was a hunger between us. A fire that had slowly been building in the past year and neither of us had noticed, but I felt it burning in me now.
Steve’s arm wrapped around me again and he pulled me closer to his body than I was before. My fingers knotted in his short hair and tugged softly on it when his tongue swept across my bottom lip.
When we finally pulled away I was gasping for air. Trying to fill my lungs with oxygen before I swung a leg over his torso and I straddled him. Steve looked up at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. My hands pressed against his chest as I lowered myself, kissing him with that same fire again.
His hands rested on my waist before slowly moving downward, past my hips and around to grip my ass. I moaned into the kiss when he shifted beneath me and I felt how hard he was under me.
A sudden cry caused us to abruptly stop. I pulled away and looked down at Steve wide eyed, then to the baby monitor on my bedside table. There was another cry, and this time I leaped out of bed and made my way to the other room were Nico had already woken up.
I was already feeding Nico when Steve made his way into the room. His hair was sticking out in different direction from where I had run my fingers through it not too long ago.
“I’ll go make some breakfast,” Steve quickly said then left the room.
A while later I was sitting across from Steve eating the scrambled eggs and toast he had made. I hadn’t been able to look at him since I ran out of my room earlier. I moved my last piece of egg around my plate with my fork unsure of how to move on from this.
“Steve,” I finally say, I keep my eyes on my plate as I talk. “About this morning. We shouldn’t have…that shouldn’t have happened.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t blame him.
“I think it’s for the best, that things didn’t go too far.”
“I agree,” Steve finally says. I look up at him, but his expression is a mask.
“For Nico,” I say. “I think it’s best for our son, that we don’t mess up the relationship we have.”
Steve looks to the side were Nico is on his rocker. He lets out a breath before turning back to me. “I’m moving back to Brooklyn,” he tells me. “I am going to start taking missions with the team again, and it will make things easier if I am back in my apartment.”
I nod. “We will have to figure out a schedule for Nico. I will still be home a lot for the next month, so we don’t have to worry about that now, but once the gallery is ready next month we will have to figure something out.”
Steve agrees and the awkwardness that had been created was slowly disappearing.
By the end of the day all traces of Steve ever having stayed here were gone.
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