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Giving Baby Steps A New Meaning

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Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 20

Light angst, Newborn baby, Family, Domestic fluff.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: This is the last installment of the collection, at least for the time being, as I focus on other projects. I really hope you've enjoyed coming on this journey with me. Let me know all your thoughts :)

Masterlist | This collection | AO3

Carol comes back home late at night, after a successful mission. She was supposed to arrive a week ago but, as it sometimes happens, things didn’t go according to plan and she had to stay a little longer.

As she opens the front door of her Louisiana house, her heart shaking her entire torso, she hears crying from upstairs. She locks the door behind her with trembling hands, and goes to the source of the sound in her bedroom.

She stops her feet just outside the room and finds her wife, swaying their baby girl, Jupiter, back to sleep. Carol lingers in the doorway, feeling so blessed to be welcomed by this sight, until you notice her.

You beam when you see her, "Hey there."

"Hi," she whispers and slowly walks in, as you keep gently rocking Jupiter. Tears swell in Carol’s eyes as she meets her baby for the first time, "Hi, little angel," she coos.

You give her time to observe and admire the little bundle of joy before you offer, "Would you like to hold her?"

"Oh, no," she almost takes a step back, "I don't want to disturb her."

She seems jumpy, so you don't push her, "How did your mission go?"

"It was good, but I’m so glad to be home." She comes behind you to wrap her arms around your waist, right below where you’re holding Jupiter, then places a kiss on your cheek and marvels at your baby with the biggest smile on her face.

The first couple of days of Carol being back, you ask her to run errands and do all the things you couldn't do by yourself while you take care of Jupiter.

She enjoys watching Jupiter sleep, but is a little apprehensive about touching or holding her, like all her strength could break her so easily. You completely understand, so you let her take it slow.

The first few attempts of Carol making physical contact with Jupiter don't go so well, it seems they haven’t quite found themselves comfortable with each other, causing Carol to panic and back out. One particular night, Carol decides to get up when Jupiter wakes up to let you rest. She rounds the bed and picks her up from her crib more confidently than before.

She starts talking and cooing at her as she prepares a bottle, she checks her diaper and tries to feed her, but it doesn’t work. Carol sits on the bed, unsure what to do, quickly growing desperate.

You were trying to let her handle it, since she took the initiative, but you could tell it wasn't going anywhere, so you open your eyes and sit up, "What’s wrong my babygirl?" You reach out to Carol’s arms and she lets you take Jupiter from her.

The crying immediately stops, "That wasn't so hard, was it?" you coo as Carol feels a dip in her chest, "You just wanted mama's attention, didn't you? Why didn't you say so?" you kiss Jupiter's crown, "You know daddy, right? You've met her before! She's pretty alright once you get to know her." You keep talking nonsense until she falls back asleep and you lay her down in her crib.

You get back into bed and look at Carol again, she's hugging her legs to her chest, sniffling softly, "She hates me."

"She’s three weeks old, I don't think she has the capacity to decide that yet."

"I swear she doesn't like me."

You sit beside her and rub her back, "I think you might be getting too in your head about it."

"If this is revenge for not being around when Monica was little, that's very cruel of the universe."

You know she holds heavy guilt over her past, but you also know she's trying to do better this time around, "Maybe you just didn't shower well enough." She gives you a tight lipped smile knowing you're trying humor to make things better and she appreciates the effort. "Come on, let's try to get some sleep while we can," you say sweetly with a loud kiss to her cheek.

"What are you so happy about?" she questions your good mood.

You fake a smug tone, "I helped calm down two crying babies tonight."

The rest of the night, you let Carol sleep and you get up whenever your babygirl needs you.

When Carol wakes up, the sun is starting to rise, you're sitting in bed next to her, feeding Jupiter, "Morning, angels," she croaks.

"Hey there, daddy." You can’t help the smile that forms on your face at the sound of her voice.

"How’s she doing?"

"Pretty good, she only woke up a couple more times." Carol hums contently, almost forgetting the disaster from before, "It’s still early, you should sleep a little longer, I got her."

"You sure?" You nod and that’s all it takes to convince her, "Okay." She slides her index finger into Jupiter’s hand to grab out of reflex, then guides it to her lips to place a faint kiss on her knuckle. Jupiter starts to whine and whimper, but Carol's movement is quick before she let's go and your babygirl calms down again.

As the days go by, Carol continues her attempts at getting closer to Jupiter and, little by little, they make progress together. She's able to successfully help with bath time, they have sweet conversations while you're all out on walks together, and they listen to Yan’s songs when it’s your turn to make dinner. But the one thing Carol cannot get right, is calming her down when she wakes up. The moment they make skin to skin contact, things always blow up.

"Fury called, he needs me to go sign some papers." You approach Carol gently on the porch.

Her neck snaps in your direction as she begins to worry, "Oh, right now?"

"Yeah…" your tone turns apologetic, "It should be very quick and she's sleeping." Carol rubs her own arm in hesitation, "Hey, you're gonna do great, I know it," you try to soothe her. You're being supportive, but you’re also pleading silently, "I could really do with leaving the house for a little bit."

Carol understands that you need to do this, and she has to be able to take care of her own daughter, so she slowly begins to nod, "You’re right, I got this, take all the time you need," she says confidently, though inside, she's hoping Jupiter doesn't wake up while you're gone.

You give her a kiss of encouragement before you leave.

A light whimper getting louder warns Carol that Jupiter is awake. She takes a deep breath and whispers so herself, "Here we go."

She goes to Jupiter’s room and picks her up gently as she tries to keep her nerves at bay, but the cries only grow more aggressive, making Carol panic and fumble in desperation. "Come on babygirl, it's me, it's daddy," she coos as sweetly as she can muster, "please, please, please, let me help you," she almost begs.

Carol tries to feed her, change her, rock her, sing to her Yan songs, but nothing works, rendering Carol on the verge of tears herself.

She doesn’t know what else to do, but she refuses to call you, so she decides to call someone else.

"Help me," is all Carol says, still rocking Jupiter in her arms.

Valkyrie's eyes light up at the little human, "Is that my niece?"

"Yes, and she hates me, but I’m home alone, please help me." Carol’s voice sounds strained, only making Val all the more amused.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know!" Carol starts involuntarily overheating and the cries get louder.

Val has never seen a baby so upset before, "What is happening?"

"I can't touch her without her making a fuzz." Carol’s explanation makes something in Val's brain click.

"That happens to Thor with human babies too."

Carol's eyes shoot back to the hologram, "What?"

"Yeah, I guess your offspring tend to be sensitive to superpowers."

"Oh my God," Carol gasps, "is that what it is?"

Val shrugs, "I mean, I don't know, all the babies I get to hold are Asgardian."

"How does he deal with it?"

Val squint as she thinks for a moment, "He doesn't hold babies anymore."

When you come back home, you're expecting the worst, you almost open the front door with dread, like it's an active bomb, expecting to be greeted by two crying babies.

Instead, you are met with complete silence, which you find to be worse. You enter carefully and search every room downstairs to find nothing. Worry starts settling into you.

You run upstairs to yours and Carol’s room and find it empty, so with your heart pounding in your ears, and the worst thoughts clouding your mind, you take debilitating steps towards the baby’s room, carefully opening the door to see two angels, both sound asleep.

Not on the crib, or on the rocking chair, or the couch, but floating about in the middle of the room. You enter and admire the scene in front of you in awe, mouth agape.

After a moment, you look around and spot a communication device, but the call has been ended, so you shut it off, beginning to wonder how long they’ve been like this.

You hadn't seen Carol fly in her sleep in a long time, it only happened when she was at her most stressed. You’re not so sure how safe that can be for Jupiter, so you gently try to wake Carol up.

"Love?" you whisper, but she doesn’t react, "Angel?" you try a little louder, she doesn't even flinch, so you pull her floating body down by the shoulders, until her face is level with yours, and you can caress her cheek with your nose and leave a soft kiss there too, "Wake up."

Then she does, "You’re back?" you hum in response, your face still full of amazement, she frowns at your staring, "What’s going on?"

"You did it," you smile.

"I did?" Her frown only grows stronger.

"She’s asleep in your arms."

Carol feels the air leave her lungs in disbelief and excitement, "She’s asleep in my arms!"

You gesture to the device behind you, "You got some help from The King?"

"Not really," she snarks, "why am I flying?"

You shrug, "You were like that when I got here, I think that's what made her calm down."

"I don't remember any of it." She can’t even remember ending the call with Val.

"Well, you still did it, I told you not to think too hard about it," you remark smugly.

Her voice turns small, "But if I get down, will she cry?"

You chuckle at her insecurity, "Don’t worry, I got her." You extend your arms to take Jupiter.

"Hey, no!" Carol moves away from you, still floating in mid air, "I’m bonding with my daughter."

Your smile grows, "Did you think you'd be saying that two weeks ago?"

"No," her lips curl to match yours, now feeling proud of herself and her babygirl. "You did good, Captain," you rub her arm as you compliment her, you know she’s been working so hard to finally get to this point with Jupiter.

"Now come on, you have two arms." You gesture for her to pick you up as well, she scoffs and makes an incredulous expression, but picks you up anyway, "This way we can all bond together."

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