The two of you had tried and tried, but for the three years you had been married, you were never able to become pregnant and start a family together. You figured that it would be impossible.
You nervously twirled the platinum ring around your finger, waiting for Steve to return home. Staring at the ceiling, the door burst open with Bucky dragging your husband behind him.
Luckily, he looked decently alive this time, so you could tell him the news. “Sit him on the couch, Buck,” you tell Bucky. He plops Steve down gently next to you, but by your demeanor, you seemed a bit off. Bucky sat on your other side and put a hand on your shoulder as Steve moved closer.
“What’s up? Somethin’ is bothering you,” Bucky claimed, concerned.
“Well, it’s good news. And I’d like you both to hear it…” You bit your lip,suppressing your bright grin with an intent to surprise them.
Steve’s eyes lit up in realization. “Are you?”
Tears brimmed your eyes as the two tackled you in a bear hug. You kissed Steve joyfully, as you always wanted children. The only reason you two had been unsure was all of Steve’s health issues. You feared for your children. In many ways.
“Congratulations, Rogers! Well I’ll leave you…” Bucky exited your house, winking before turning on his heel and walking out the door.
“I can’t believe this! We’re going to be parents!” Steve’s voiced bounced off the walls as you chuckled at his excitement. At five three, he still had that damned inch on you. He always teased you about it, given that he was half the size of the majority of the male population, you let it slide.
“What will we name him?” Steve asked.
“Him?” You asked, acting as if you were outraged. “SHE will be named…. She shall be named Leah Marie Rogers.”
“No, Zachary James Rogers.”
“Let’s just hope she doesn’t get into as many fights as you do,” you laugh, standing up.
“Maybe he won’t be mean to me like you.”
“Shut up, you love me. Don’t lie, Steven,” I joked.
“Y/N,” he whined, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you and this little one.” Steve smiled and strolled behind you while you stood staring into the cupboard, searching for something for dinner. He wrapped his hands around your waist, contented. “You can see a kid growing up here, huh?”
“The three of us? Of course,” you spoke with a peaceful tone and a warm smile. This baby would be the best thing to ever happen to you and Steve, you thought. You were sure of it.