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Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot: Bump In The Road

Summary: What should be a routine sexing scan for their latest baby throws up something a little more serious, and leaves Katie and Steve reeling. Warnings: Language! And some mega angst with a light sprinkling of fluff

A/N: What’s life in the Rogers household without drama… sorry…but this and the follow up chapter are a lead in to the mini series- Stark Spangled Destiny.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

October 2029

It was meant to be a routine scan…they’d been to 3 of these already after all…a routine, 20 week scan to find out the sex of their latest addition. But as Steve sat there, the words of Katie’s ob-gyn made him feel nothing but numbness.

“I’m…I don’t understand?” Katie said, her voice quiet “You said at the last scan that it would most likely right itself.”

“And 9 times out of 10 Mrs Rogers it does.” Dr Kellet said, sadly “Normally a low lying placenta moves but it’s developed into something called placenta accreta, which is where it has grown too deep into the uterine wall. This means that it won’t detach during labour and can cause critical levels of blood loss.”

Steve swallowed and turned his attention from the small, blank screen which had moments before shown the image of their baby to the Doctor as Katie gripped his hand even tighter “So what does this mean?” he demanded.

Dr Kellet sighed “I won’t lie to either of you. It is considered a high risk complication. However, we are lucky in that we have caught it now. In a lot of cases as it often causes no signs or symptoms, we don’t realise until the mother is in labour which can have disastrous consequences for her and baby. As we have picked it up now, you’ll need careful monitoring for the rest of your pregnancy and we’ll have to perform an early C-section delivery…” she paused “Followed by a hysterectomy.”

“A hysterectomy?“ Steve said gently "as in…”

“Surgical removal of the womb yes.” Dr Kellet says “We do his at the time of the C-section, so you’ll be awake with your baby Mrs Rogers…it just means you’ll be in hospital for a few days, possibly a week or so to recover.”

Katie swallowed, taking a deep breath “You said early…”

The Doctor nodded. “Yes, anything form 34 weeks but again, that will be subject to how you go. Obviously the longer we leave it the better but…to be honest, all your babies have been fully baked, to use the popular term now-a-days, thanks to Dad’s enhanced DNA so I wouldn’t worry too much about that. Worst case scenario they may need a few days in the Neonatal Unit but…”

Katie wiped at her eyes with her spare hand and Steve felt his heart contracting painfully at the sight of her as he bent over to kiss her head.

“I know this is a lot to take in…” Dr Kellet said, her tone sympathetic “But we’ve found it in time to deal with it. I assure you, it won’t make any difference to your baby’s development…it’s you it poses the biggest danger for. But, as we’re prepared, like I said, we can deal with it.”

Katie nodded and sniffed a little “Is there anything that causes it or…”

“No, not really.” Dr Kellet shook her head. “Women over 35 are more susceptible to suffering from an accreta but your placenta laying low is what’s done this. Like I say, it’s rare but not completely uncommon.”

“This is not your fault.” Steve looked at her, speaking sternly as he knew exactly what she was thinking. Her green eyes locked onto his and she gave him a small smile as he kissed the back of her hand.

“No,it isn’t.” Dr Kellet said, equally as sternly “This is just one of those things Mrs Rogers.”

The three of them fell silent and after a few seconds, Dr Kellet took a deep breath and looked at Katie.

“Ok, so…how about we get some good news huh?” she asked, picking up the wand and pressing it back to Katie’s stomach. “Let’s find out if it’s pink or blue.”

Once more the tiny profile of their baby filled the screen and Steve felt Katie’s fingers tighten around his again. He squeezed her hand back and Dr Kellet made a little noise in her throat. “Ahh, there we go…and it’s another little girl mom and dad…”

Katie’s face broke into a smile as did Steve’s and he pressed another kiss to her hand which he know held in both his, his elbows resting on the edge of the bed. As they both watched, their daughter moved her tiny little fist in front of her face, and Steve swallowed, blinking back tears.

After a little more discussion with the Doctor who told Katie to try and stay calm and to call her if she had any worries, they booked in with the receptionist on the Gyne Ward for another scan in a fortnights time and then after bidding Dr Kellet a final goodbye they made their way back to the ground floor, both lost in their thoughts. Steve kept shooting a side glance at Katie whose face was straight, but he could see the sadness in her eyes. He was fighting back the tears himself, he hated this. The thought that something could go wrong, something that meant he might lose her or their baby…but she would be in good hands. He trusted Dr Kellet implicitly afer the safe birth of the other 3 and, after all, like the woman said, early diagnosis made a huge difference. The elevator doors opened and they walked down the busy corridor towards the main doors of the building, and as they reached the main reception desk a young man and a heavily pregnant woman passed them going in the opposite direction. Katie’s eyes followed them and she stopped, the hand that wasn’t in Steve’s falling to her bump as she took a deep breath, and turned to look up at him Steve.

“Well…"she smiled softly as she spoke for the first time since leaving the Maternity Suite, “At least when all this is done there’s no chance you’ll impregnate me again.”

Steve spluttered a small chuckle, shaking his head “Seriously? You’re making that joke now?”

“I have to.” she said softly “Because if I don’t I’m gonna cry.”

Steve sighed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. She buried her face into his chest and he softly rubbed at her back, pressing a kiss to her head “It’s gonna be fine Sweetheart.” he said, sounding braver than he felt “You heard Doc. They found it early, we can prepare.”

Katie nodded against his shirt, keeping her eyes scrunched shut “Yeah…”

“And you get a few more days recovery…relaxing, away from the rabble at home.”

Katie gave a watery laugh as she stepped back and looked up at him, “I’d rather be with them…”

“I know baby.” he said, wiping her tears with his thumbs as he cupped her face “I know.”

Katie took a deep, shaky breath and licked her lips before she smiled softly “Another girl though Stevie” and he gave a playful groan.

"Makes it 4 on 3, I’m outnumbered.”

“Nah, it’s 4 on 4 if you count Stark.”

“That’s true.” he grinned “Not sure how Jamie’s gonna take it though!”

“It’s Rori you’re gonna have to worry about.” Katie looked at him, smirking a little as she made to continue walking, and Steve was pleased to see her Stark sassiness was creeping back through.

“How so?”

"Because she’s suddenly going to have to cope with not being you only little princess anymore…there’s gonna be another girl fighting to wrap you around her pinkie.”

“Well…” Steve said, curling an arm round his wife’s shoulders as they walked out into the sunshine. “Let’s go break the news….”

“Kinda wish you still had the shield…” Katie mumbled, and at that he let out a loud laugh, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her temple.

***** It was after dinner that they told the kids about the sex of the baby. They all gathered in the sitting room, the youngest two in their pyjamas as Katie told them all that they should be ready to buy a lot more pink things.

“A girl?” Jamie looked at them both, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Steve smiled at his eldest son who was sat in the chair on the opposite side of the room. Rori was perched on his knee whilst Harry was sat on Katie’s, his little hand on her bump.

“Wow…” Harry mumbled, looking a Katie “Sister?”

“Yup.” she smiled, kissing his head as he smiled at her. She looked at Jamie who shrugged at her.

“Whatever.” he said, grinning “I don’t mind…as long as it doesn’t turn out like her.” he pointed to Rori.

“Shut up Jamie!” she glared at him as Steve sighed.

“Ok, come on guys…” he said his tone carried enough warning to shut them up “Don’t fight.”

“I think it’s awesome.” Emmy smiled, where she was slumped on the rug, tickling Stark. “Another Rogers girl eh Rori?”

Rori looked at Emmy, then to Steve, then to Katie’s bump before she shook her head “No. I don’t want it.” she said nonchalantly, jumping off Steve’s knee and heading to the door.

“Rori.” Katie said, and she stopped to turn to her. “Come here.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Aurora.” Steve frowned at her, his voice stern and she sighed, taking small steps back into the room. “Come on princess, this is a happy time.” She looked at him, her face sullen “Why do you have to have a girl?”

“We don’t pick honey.” Katie looked at her, Harry shifting in her lap a little, his hand tangling in her hair. “And it’s not something we can change.” “But I don’t want a girl!” she stamped her foot and Katie sighed, rubbing her forehead a little and Steve felt the nerve in his jaw twitching. After everything they’d been told and had to process today he was mentally drained and really NOT in the mood for one of her little temper tantrums.

“That’s enough!” he said loudly and she looked at him, her green eyes widening slightly before she recovered herself and fixed him with a filthy look. He saw Emmy and Jamie exchange a glance and Jamie stood up, backing to the door.

“I’m gonna go play on the computer in the den…” he said, before he hurried out of the room sensing an impending Diva meltdown. Which arrived seconds later.

“I hate it!” Rori glared at her father and then Katie “I hate the baby already and I don’t want it in this house.” “Aurora Sarah Natasha Rogers! That is a horrible thing to say.” Steve pointed at her, feeling his neck warming with anger. “You apologise right now”

“No.”

“Fine.” Steve said, standing up. He pointed to the door. “Go to your room.”

“No.” she repeated

“Rori…” Katie said, her voice cracking slightly as she blinked back her tears “Do what your father says.”

“Make me.” she folded her arms and looked at Katie, her chin raised defiantly and Steve let out a noise of frustration that vibrated in his throat like a growl. “Don’t tempt me.” he glowered at her and she turned her attention to him. “You have until the count of 3 to get out of my sight and up those stairs before I drag you up them myself.”

Rori looked at him, blinking and he started his countdown.

“One…”

Nothing.

“Two…” his voice grew louder.

At that point, it was like something twigged in her brain and she suddenly understood exactly how pissed he was. Her eye filled with tears and she wheeled round, running from the rooms her sobs carrying to their ears as her feet stomped up the stairs. They heard the dull slam of her bedroom door and Steve’s hands fell to his hips and he took a deep sigh, looking at his feet.

Katie sniffed slightly and Harry looked at her, frowning.

“No cry momma…” he said softly, his hands wrapping around her neck. She pressed her face into his hair and kissed his head.

“I’m ok baby.” she said gently. Steve shook his head and looked at his wife, running his hand over his face.

“What’ going on?” Emmy asked, looking at her mom then to her dad.

“Nothing, just sick of her attitude…” Steve snapped back and Emmy looked at him.

“Don’t take it out on me.”

“Sorry I’m…I didn’t mean to.” he shook his head.

“What are you not telling me?” Emmy pressed “Don’t treat me like a kid!”

Katie looked at Steve then to Emmy before she sighed “The scan showed something up. I have a condition called placenta accreta. The baby is fine it just means that I will need a caesarean section…” she swallowed “And then a hysterectomy afterwards. But it’s gonna be ok, they picked it up and we have time to prepare.”

Emmy took a deep breath “So you’ll both be ok?” she asked “You and the baby?”

“Yeah.” Katie told her. “It was just a shock, for both of us to hear that’s all.”

“I can imagine.” Emmy said quietly “I’ll ring Pete, cancel tonight, I can stay…” “No,no…” Steve protested at the same time Katie shook her head.

“Em,you don’t need to do that.” Katie sighed “We don’t want you to…honestly there’s no need.” “Are you sure?” “There’s nothing you can do.” Steve said “There’s nothing any of us can do and there’s not point you worrying about it so…go out, enjoy yourself ok?”

She nodded and stood up, crossing to give her mom a hug before doing the same to Steve and heading out of the room. Steve looked at his wife for a moment before Harry glanced at him.

“Dadda mad?” he asked softly.

“Not with you pal.” he replied, crossing the room to sit besides them. Harry shifted and untangled himself from Katie before he crawled over into Steve’s lap.

“I get sister?” he asked looking at Steve and Steve smiled at him.

“Yeah buddy.”

Harry grinned and nodded before he tugged on Steve’s beard and Steve playfully snapped his teeth at the tot’s fingers in the way he always did.

“Snappy snappy crocodile!” Harry laughed and Steve let out a chuckle before he looked at Katie, his hand gently squeezing her knee.

“I’ll give her 10 minute and then I’ll go speak to her.” Steve said.

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard you shout at her like that.” Katie raised her eyebrow.

“She deserved it.” Steve said, blowing a breath out of his nose. “Her attitude stinks.” “She’s jealous.” Katie said simply “And we only have ourselves to blame.”

“What do you mean?” Steve frowned.

“I mean we ruin her.” Katie said simply “We indulge her little diva attitude, brush her tantrums off as amusing most of the time…she’s not a bad kid, I mean 9 time out of 10 she’s awesome and everyone comments on how well behaved she is, how all of them are for that matter, but…” she sighed “Things are about to change for her, and like I said she’s going to have to share you-“ “She shares me now…” “Yes but not with another little girl.”

“Yes she does, we have Emmy…” “Emmy isn’t little.” Katie shook her head. “She was a lot older when Rori was born and she’s been there for Rori’s entire life.” Katie reasoned “This is different. And it’s going to take some getting used to. I’m not excusing her behaviour before you say it…” she held her hand up to cut him off as he opened his mouth to speak. “She was really naughty then and you were absolutely right to do what you did…I guess, well we just need to be prepared to follow it through because I don’t think that’s the end of it.”

“So how do we deal with it?” Steve said after a moment’s deliberation.

“We keep her involved, try as much as we can to ensure she becomes interested in the baby.” Katie shrugged “And perhaps if you can get her to talk to you, admit what she’s feeling that might help.” “Easier said than done.” Steve looked at his wife “She’s as stubborn as you.

“Pot, Kettle Rogers.” Katie raised an eyebrow and Steve chuckled, leaning over to give Katie a soft kiss.

“Gross…” Harry mumbled, in a very Jamie like way. Steve blew a raspberry on his cheek, making him giggle and scrunch his body up, pushing Steve away. They both spent a bit of time with the tot then, talking to him about Nursery, listening to what his limited vocabulary told them, before Katie headed into the den to check on Jamie and Steve jogged up the stairs to face the Star Spangled Diva.

“Rori…” he said, poking his head round the door.

“Go away.” She sniffed and he sighed, shaking his head.

“Sorry, can’t do that.” he said, stepping into the room. “It’s the law in this house that we don’t go to bed angry, remember?”

She looked up at him from where she sat on the floor, her Scrap Book (or the crap book as he and Jamie dubbed it) open on the floor at a page where she had been sticking in some pictures of animals from an old book he’d picked up in the University second hand shop for her to dissect. He noted she was labelling different parts of the animals with brightly coloured pens and smiled.

“You been doing animals at school?” he asked.

“No.” she shook her head “I just like them.” her voice fell quiet. Steve crossed the room and took a seat on her bed and she avoided his gaze again.

“Rori, look at me princess.”

She obeyed and her eyes locked onto his and he patted his knee “Come on.” She stood up and scrambled onto his lap and he wrapped his arms around her.

“Sorry for making you mad daddy.” she sniffed.

“And I’m sorry for shouting.” he replied, “But do you know why I did?”

“Because I said mean things.” “Yeah.” he nodded “You did. You wanna tell me why?”

She shrugged

“You know having a baby sister isn’t going to mean you miss out on anything.” he said softly “Me and Momma will still love you just as much. You know that right?”

“I guess so.” She shrugged again. Sensing he wasn’t going to get anything more out of her, he decided to leave it there and looked down at her, as she pulled back, her hand fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. “Do you think you need to apologise to someone else?”

“Momma.” she said quietly.

Steve nodded “Ok, go on then and come back up. It’s bed time for you.” “But…”

“Rori…you’ve been really naughty and apologising isn’t going to change that. So you can go say you’re sorry to momma and then it’s bed. We start again tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok Daddy.” she bowed her head and slid off his knee, heading out of the room and down the stairs. Steve gave her a second or so before he followed her down, almost bumping into Emmy who was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a tight, low cut navy blue sweater under her black leather biker jacket. He looked at her and she shook her head

“Don’t bother.” she smirked “I’m 22 you can’t say it…” “I can and I am.” he arched an eyebrow “Cover yourself up.” “Bite me.” she grinned, and he nudged her with his elbow, chuckling as they headed down the stairs. Katie was in the kitchen crouched down, hugging a sobbing Rori.

“It’s ok.” she soothed “I forgive you baby.” Rori sniffed and pulled back, as Katie wiped her daughter’s tears with her fingers. “You know me and daddy love you don’t you?” She nodded and looked down at the floor, averting her gaze. “I know.” “Hey…” Emmy cut in, crossing the room and crouching down next to her mum. Katie stood up and looked at Steve who smiled at her. “You know what…when Mom and Dad told me they were having Jamie I got scared too.” “I’m not scared…” Rori said defiantly and Emmy shook her head.

“I’m not saying you are…I mean you’re way braver than me.” she smiled “But I thought having Jamie might mean there was no room for me anymore.” “There’s lots of room.” Rori looked at her confused. “We have a big home.”

“I know that now, but I didn’t at the time.” Emmy smoothed her little sister’s hair back. “I thought Mom and Dad wouldn’t love me as much because I wasn’t actually theirs but they did. And that was almost 10 years ago. I’m still here. And Jamie was so cool as a baby, we got to do loads of fun things, share stuff, play together.”

Rori looked at her sister and then looked down at her feet. “I’m not sharing my toys.” Emmy glanced up at her mom who shook her head, indicating that enough was enough. They’d had an apology and that was fine for tonight. Tempers needed to stay calm and they were in danger of spiralling again.

“Ok….come on.” Steve said, and Rori looked at him, her eyes pleading “Remember what I said.”

With a deep sigh she looked at her mom “Night momma.” she said, her eyes falling to the floor again.

“Night baby.” Katie said, bending down to give her head a kiss. She trudged to the door and looked up at her dad, batting her eyes at him and for a second Katie thought he might waver but he didn’t. Not a chance.

“Nice try.” he said, gesturing into the hall with his head. Rori gave an exasperated groan before she headed to the stairs.

“Sorry, I thought that might help.” Emmy looked round.

“Don’t be.” Katie looked at her “You know what she’s like. It’ll work out.” she rubbed at her eyes before she smiled “You look nice, where are you going?”

“Oh, just to play some pool and grab a burger.” Emmy said, “Brooke’s bringing Josh. I won’t be out long.” “Josh…” Katie mused “Double dating?”

“kinda.” Emmy shrugged “He’s a bit of a douche to be honest but, whatever, she seems to like him.” “Bucky doesn’t” Steve snorted.

“Uncle Bucky doesn’t like a lot of people.” Emmy laughed and Steve chuckled.

“That’s true.” he admitted as she fished in her pocket for the keys to her BMW convertible, a 21st present from them both. He nodded to them and fixed her with a look “Drive safe.” She rolled her eyes and then grinning saluted him “Yes Captain.” He shook his head and snorted as she passed him in the doorway, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“See you both later.” “Have a good time.” Katie called. Steve watched her go before he turned to his wife and stepped into the kitchen. She fell into his open arms and he kissed her head.

“Why don’t you go put Harry down, then have a bath and get in bed?” he suggested “I’ll spend a bit of time with Jamie before I send him up.”

“You sure?” she asked.

“Course.” he dropped a kiss to her head.

“Ok. That sounds great, I won’t lie.”

He smiled as she stepped back, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed out. He followed her with his eyes before he took a deep breath and pushed his worries to the back of the mind and wandered into the den.

“Right son…” he grinned “Fire up the Mario Karts…I’m gonna kick your butt this time.”

“No chance old man!” Jamie grinned, jumping up to switch the game in the console.

*****

An hour and a half or so and 15 round of karts later, Steve was down 6 games to 9, which was an improvement over all. He sighed, tossing the controller down, holding his hands up. “Ok, I yield…”

Jamie grinned “Told ya…”

“Yeah, yeah…” Steve rolled his eyes. “And now I’m telling you, bed time…you can watch TV for half an hour ok?” Jamie let out a little groan but stood up, obeying all the same. He turned off the TV and Stark followed him out of the room. Steve turned off the lights before he closed the door as Jamie turned to him in the hallway. .

“Night dad.” Jamie said, giving him a hug.

“Night bud, don’t forget to say night to your mom too.”

“I won’t.” he nodded, before he bounded off up the stairs.

Steve headed around the house, doing his usual lock down checks before he too made his way up to their room. Katie was sat propped up in bed, looking at her phone.

“You ok?” he asked, walking into their room.

“Yeah…” Katie looked up at Steve, “I’m fine.”

“Good.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “What you looking at?”

“I was googling my condition.” She shrugged. “Then I decided to change the topic and was looking at names…”

“Any you like?” He asked, seizing the opportunity to talk about something positive to do with their baby. He sat down on the side of the bed, tilting slight so he was facing her, placing one arm over her so his palm was flat on the covers by her hip.

“One…but it’s a little old fashioned…but…I really like it” she looked at him a little shyly “Florence”

Steve looked at her for a moment and then then looked to her bump before he peeked back up at her, smiling softly “that was my grandmother’s name, on my dad’s side.”

“I know.” She looked at him “I think it’s beautiful. So many things we can shorten it to as well…”

“She was known as Flo.” He said, “I never met her…I only know from what Ma told me”

“Well I like Flo or Flossie…” she said, looking down at his hands as her fingers began to play with his.

“Flossie…” Steve played with the name. It was a little unusual, but he liked the way it rolled off his tongue “yeah.” He chuckled “Flossie Rogers”

“A 40s movie star name if ever there was one.” Katie smiled.

“I think Rori has dibs on the Diva title.” He chuckled.

Katie gave a small laugh and looked at where their hands were tangled together again before she glanced up at him, her eyes full of tears. “I’m scared Stevie.” She whispered and he sighed, shifting slightly to cup her face with his spare hand.

“I know.” He said gently “but you’re the strongest person I know. If anyone can get through this, you can.”

“I don’t feel strong.” She whispered

At that Steve took a deep breath and moved, wrapping his arms around her as she lay her head on his shoulder, her face pressing into his neck, her body shaking with silent sobs. He had been waiting for this, the moment she cracked. His hand gently rest on the back of her head, fingers softly tangling in her hair.

“I dont wanna be numb…” she said gently “the thought of them sticking needles into my back…not after…” she gulped and Steve closed his eyes, gently shushing her as he tried to stop his own tears. He knew full well about her fear of needles and anaesthetic which stemmed from the time Hydra had taken her. She had told him all about the fact they had injected her with stuff that left her paralysed from the waist down for hours, just to watch her lose her dignity and control. That was the reason she had refused epidurals for all their kids. The fact she was shouldering this, as well as knowing how she didn’t have a choice tore him in two.

“I’ll be with you, the whole time.” he said softly, looking down at her and pressing his forehead to hers. She smiled and nodded, wiping her eyes. “Do you want a drink or anything before I hit the shower?”

“I wouldn’t mind a camomile tea.” she looked at him.

“Ok.” he dropped a kiss to her head and stood up. He made his way downstairs.

He flipped on the kettle and became that lot in his own thoughts he didn’t hear the security system announce Emmy had come home which was why her voice startled him slightly when she spoke.

“You ok pops?”

Steve spun round to see her watching him carefully as she leaned against the counter, her long hair hung around her heart shaped face, her eyes shining.

“You weren’t out long.” he commented and she shrugged.

“Brooke has an early shift tomorrow. We shot a few games and ate and…well that was it. It was fun.” “Good.” he smiled “Where’s Queens?”

“I dropped him home.” Emmy shrugged and she didn’t need to explain why. She was trying to give him and Katie some peace, which Steve was grateful for.

He took a moment to look at his eldest, taking in not for the first time how pretty she was. With her olive skin, ebony hair and deep brown eyes she looked nothing like him or Katie, which was to be expected as she wasn’t biologically theirs but still, she’d turned into a gorgeous young woman, but what he was most satisfied about was her compassion and drive. She’d aced university, working so hard and was now channelling her skills and her degree into becoming a Child Therapist, working alongside a local Children’s charity which the Stark Relief Fund had set up. Steve had no doubts that she’d end up running the Charity on behalf of SI at some point- she had the drive and passion to do so and she had been adamant since she was 17 that she wanted to work with kids who suffered from abuse, just as she had, using her own experiences to help others.

That he could attribute directly to Katie, and he couldn’t be more proud to do so if he tried.

“I’m fine honey.” He said, giving her a small smile and she chuckled.

“Liar.”

He sighed “you always call me out on my bullshit. You’re like your mother.”

She shrugged “There are worse people to be like”

“Very true.” He agreed, turning to the kettle as he picked it up and poured hot water over the teabag in the mug.

“Do you think you’ll get any more trouble from Rori?”

“Probably.” Steve licked his lips as he turned back to her. “But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Thank you for trying before by the way. I was a bit surprised you remembered all that to be honest”.

“Course I do.” She grinned “I was petrified you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

Steve shook his head “nothing could have been further from the truth”

“I know” she smiled “know what else I remember like yesterday?”

“The time you punched that jerk in the face at school?” Steve teased and she snorted

“Well yeah but that’s not what I was gonna say” she shook her head “I remember the day you got punched in the supermarket. You gave me the adoption papers that afternoon. It was Jamie’s birthday. Uncle Tony and Auntie Pep gave me my bracelet with my initials.”

Steve beamed “Yeah. Despite the punching that was a good day. You know, we’d had those papers for a week before we told you.”

Emmy took a deep breath “I don’t think I say this enough but I really am grateful you and mom took me in…”

“Em, you don’t need to-”

“I know.” she cut him off “But I am. You didn’t need to, but you did. And all of us, bump included are the luckiest kids around. You’re the best parents any kid could wish for.”

Steve felt his eyes misting over and he looked at Emmy, shaking his head “Come ‘ere.” he smiled and she pushed off the counter and walked towards him, stepping into his embrace “I know it might not seem like it at times with the others being as demanding as they are but we do love you with all our hearts Em.” he said, pressing a kiss to her head “You’ll always be our first baby.”

“Stop it!” she spluttered, stepping back to wipe her eyes.

He smiled and cupped her face before he took a deep breath “Anyway, I meant to ask…you and Queens still going to look at that apartment or…”

Emmy shrugged “It’s not important at the moment”

“Em.” Steve sighed “What’s going on with your mom, we don’t want that to impact on your plans.”

“No, I don’t mean that. Well, ok, that is important but, well, I’m still training at work and Pete’s getting to grips with all the R&D department at SI so we both kinda said if the right place appears then great, if not…well, we can wait.”

“Sensible decision.” he nodded, “You only just turned 22, and yes, I know…” he held his hand up to cut off what he knew full well was going to be her protest about wanting to be independent “You want to stand on your own two feet but, this is your home and always will be for as long as you want. And if you’re really desperate to be away from the chaos in here, well me and your mom had an idea that maybe we could do the Cabin up.”

“That’s your man cave.” she looked at him.

“I can move my art stuff into the attic or the garage.” he shrugged “We could use it and make you a little apartment. Just a thought to keep in mind.”

“Pete as well?” she asked and Steve looked at her, cocking his head to one side, taking a deep breath as he nodded.

“Queens as well.”

She smiled. “Thanks Dad. Maybe we can talk about it once everything has settled down.”

Steve nodded “Sounds like a plan.”

“You’d know, after all you are the star span-…”

“Yeah yeah.” he cut her off, rolling his eyes “And on that note I’m going to bed.” He picked up the mug containing Katie’s drink and stooped to give Emmy a peck on the cheek. “See you in the morning sweetie.”

“No don’t stay up too late?” she quipped in a deep voice as he walked past her. He chuckled and looked back over his shoulder.

“As you keep reminding me…” he dropped his chin to level her with a look “you’re a grown ass woman now.”

At that she let out a laugh and he smiled, before he left the room. Katie was in the en-suite when he got upstairs so he placed the mug down on her nightstand and then headed over to check on the kids. First off he stopped at Rori’s room and smiled as she was in her bed with Sparkles, her pink unicorn teddy clutched to her chest. He crossed the room and placed a kiss on her head, noting the tear tracks were still evident on her face. He felt a pang of guilt once more for his outburst at her earlier in the evening but really, she had deserved it, and he knew that tomorrow was a fresh start. He flicked off her lamp before he then headed over to check on Harry. He was led flat on his back, the covers tangled around his feet, his stuffed giraffe on the floor as always. Pulling the duvet up around his chin he tucked him in, errant giraffe placed by his side he dimmed thes night slightly, leaving it casting soft illuminated stars onto his ceiling, which was apt really as the boy was an absolute star of a kid. Then he headed over to Jamie’s room, the boy already asleep with Stark led by his feet.

“Down.” he instructed the dog, pointing to the basket in the corner of the room. The mutt gave him a reproachful look before he stood up and gave a huff as he jumped down and padded to his bed. Steve knew full well the dog would be back up there the minute he closed the door on his way out, but at least his conscience was clear when Katie moaned about dog hair on Jamie’s quilt. As he turned off Jamie’s TV it struck him how it seemed such a pointless thing to be complaining about all things considered.

Turning off the hall lights he made his way back into their bedroom where Katie was watching something on TV.

“They all ok?”

“Fast asleep” he smiled, pulling unbuttoning his plaid shirt before he tossed it into the hamper. He then shed his jeans and headed into the en-suite for a quick shower before he dried off, pulled on a clean pair of boxers and settled down into bed, Katie snuggling up to him, tossing her leg over his and laying her head on his chest. After a moment or so she moved, her hand dropping to her bump.

“You ok?”

“Yeah she’s kicking…” Katie smiled, “That’s the first time I’ve felt her doing that…she’s just been wriggling up until now.” She took Steve’s hand and he eagerly waited until he felt their baby give another little jab and he felt the grin spread across his face as he felt his daughter move for the first time. He shuffled down a little placing both hands either side of her bump.

“Hey Flossie…” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the curve of Katie’s belly as her hand tangled into his hair.

“So we’re decided on Florence.” Katie chuckled and he peered up at her, smiling.

“Yeah, I think so.” he nodded, his hand feeling another kick and he gave another smile before he shuffled back upwards and lay on his side, looking at his wife .“Love you.” he said, sliding his nose against hers, seeking out her lips for a soft kiss.

“Love you too” she muttered against his mouth, unwilling to break away as his kiss grew a little more urgent. Eventually he pulled back, pressing his forehead to hers, his eyes closed.

“It’ll all be ok.” he muttered softly.

“You trying to convince me or yourself.” Katie asked.

“Bit of both.” he admitted.

She gave him another soft peck before she turned over, reaching for the remote. Flicking off the TV she shuffled back into his arms, her back pressed to his chest as Steve curled his arm around her, his hand cradling her bump and their precious cargo.

*****

November 2029

Things settled down a little after the initial shock of the news had sunk in. Katie was continuing to have regular scans and their baby was fine. Dr Kellet had suggested that they look to do the operation at 35 weeks, the point at which she was confident their baby would be absolutely fine. With that in mind they were given a provisional date of 9th January, subject to the situation remaining stable.

What didn’t improve, however, was Rori. Whilst there were no more outbursts or temper tantrums, her attitude had changed from one of anger to simple apathy. They’d told the kids what they were going to call their daughter, but Rori wasn’t interested. She wouldn’t talk to Katie’s bump, or feel it like the other kids did, she was just completely and utterly indifferent to the entire situation. And whilst it was better in some ways than her shouting and screaming, Steve could see it was starting to get to Katie which was why he had taken Rori out for the day to give Katie a bit of time where she didn’t have to worry or deal with her, and hopefully try to get the little girl to open up a bit more. She still hadn’t admitted to either of them what she was feeling and every time they tried to talk to her she simply changed the subject.

He’d taken her to the Natural History Museum in Manhattan, treating her to a ride on the subway which always fascinated her. They’d had a lovely afternoon, even if it had been a little cold outside, and she had enthusiastically looked at the exhibits on the dinosaurs and animals, her little face lighting up as she chatted away and completed the activity booklet she had been handed on their way in, tracking all the clues as they went.

There had been no mention of the baby, at all, and as they walked around in the gift shop, Rori browsing, Steve decided to raise it and see if she would talk to him and open up now they were alone and away from the house.

“Shall we pick something for Florence, ready for when she is born?” he asked her as she examined a shelf full of stuffed animals.

Rori looked at her dad and averted her eyes “if you want…”

“Don’t you want?“

She shrugged

“Ok…” Steve sighed, knowing when he was beat. “Come on then, let’s go home.”

Rori turned her eyes to his before he looked at the floor, her sneakers scuffing on the tiles of the gift shop. “I’m sorry…” She whispered, her lower lip wobbling.

“What for?” Steve asked, taking a deep breath as he crouched down and gently brushed her hair out of her eyes, one of his hands gently resting along her rib cage.

“Being mean.”

“You’re not being mean.” he said gently, which was true. She wasn’t. “You’re sad though. I can tell.”

She shrugged again, still avoiding his eyes.

“Why does the baby upset you so much Princess?” He pressed gently. She looked at him, her eyes watering.

“Coz she’s gonna take you and momma away from me…”

“Oh Rori…” Steve sighed as her tears trickled down her face. Finally hearing her admit it out-loud meant he could confront it head on, give her the direct re-assurance she needed. “I told you already, that’s not gonna happen. Me and momma love you and that’s not gonna change.” She sniffled as he wiped her tears away with his thumbs. “Harry was born after you, did he take us away from you?”

“No.” She sniffled.

“So why would the new baby be any different?”

“Coz she’s gonna be your new princess. I’m not gonna be special anymore.”

Steve felt his heart breaking as Rori began to sob.

“Ok…” he said, picking her up and carrying her out of the shop into the large foyer. She pressed her face into his neck and he gently rubbed her back as she cried whilst he walked them over to a bench at the side of the room where he sat silently with her, gently rocking her as she cried, Katie’s words from a few weeks ago echoing in his head.

“She’s jealous Steve. And we only have ourselves to blame.”

As much as Katie had said “we” she may as well have said “you”. Rori had been his little princess since the day they had found out they were having a girl, and Steve knew he indulged her, because he fucking loved her. He loved her craziness, her sassiness, the way she gave him so much back chat and general attitude…even if it did drive him mad. But most of all he adored the way she looked just like Katie and had inherited her mother’s tactile nature. She was always the first to reach him when he got home from work, racing down the hall to fling herself at him. She insisted on sitting on his knee at night as they watched TV, she would crawl into his and Katie’s bed between them on a Sunday morning for a cuddle before they got up. He was the one she went to when she had fallen over, unless he was out, and then Katie would suffice but he would get the full sympathy play when he got home. It was the exact role reversal to their two boys who sought Katie out for their bumps and scrapes but came to him for the fun and games. Both parents gave them all different things, which was how it was supposed to be and fuck, Rori would always be his little girl, as would Flossie, and a new baby sister should be filling her heart with love not worry and sadness. As he sat still, she hiccupped slightly, he sobs growing quieter and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m gonna tell you something now sweetheart.” He said as she tightened the grip her little hands had on his jacket as he continued to gently rock her to and fro “you have no idea how special you are to me and your momma. You know we lost you once…”

“Lost me?” Rori sniffed “how?”

“Remember we told you about the bad man that made Uncle Bucky and Uncle Sam go away…and how your Uncle Tony died with Natasha to bring them back?”

She nodded

“Well when he sent all those people away, you were in your momma’s tummy and he made you go away too. We were so upset when we found out.”

“But I came back?” She asked, her green eyes wide

“You sure did. You were our little magic baby” He smiled “And when you were born we were so happy to finally meet you because we had waited so long, Rori. And I remember thinking when I held his for the first time how beautiful and perfect you were.”

“So I am special?”

“Of course you are” he nodded “I mean how can you not be? Your birthday is the same as your Uncle Tony’s and you’re named after 2 other very special girls.” He smiled as she glanced down at her hands which were now playing with the buttons on his shirt. “Your nanna Sarah and Natasha.”

“And Princess Aurora” she looked at him.

“And Princess Aurora” he nodded.

“And I look like Momma.” Rori nodded back to him, “which makes me pretty too right Daddy?”

“Absolutely.” Steve smiled “your momma is the prettiest woman in the world.”

Rori looked at him for a moment before she smiled “Can we go back to the shop please Daddy? I want to get the baby something now.”

Steve smiled. “Sure, come on.”

She hopped off his lap and they headed back inside to the store, her little hand in his and she led him over to the soft toy section, her eyes roaming the shelves, brow furrowed in concentration.

“What should we get?” She asked, looking up at Steve.

“You pick.” He said, looking down at her. “I trust you. You are a princess after all so you know what princesses like…”

She contemplated his words before she glanced back at the shelves, scanning the plush toys. Steve stood patiently before she tugged on his hand and pointed to a zebra which sat on the shelf in her eye-line.

“That one.” She said firmly

“Sure?” He asked and she nodded.

“Zebras are like ponies daddy.” She said “and all princesses should have a pony”

“Alright. You wanna grab it?” He looked down at her, his spare hand gently cupping her cheek.

She nodded and turned back, plucking one down off the shelf.

“Do you want one?”

“No, I have a Sparkles” she shrugged “Unicorns are much better.”

Steve looked at her for a moment, and decided to let her have that little victory.

“I think we should call her Rolfina.” Rori said, handing it to him.

“Rolfina?” he frowned “Where on earth did you hear that?” “Dur, it’s the zebra in Zootopia.” she said and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Course it is.” he mumbled, heading to the till to pay.

***** “Momma!” Rori burst into the living room “Look…”

She held out the toy zebra as she made her way over to where Katie was sat, tapping at her laptop

“Wow!” she smiled, setting the computer down onto the coffee table. “Did you have a nice time?” “Yeah. I did the activity book and we did the treasure hunt and then we bought this…” she paused and Steve leaned in the doorway, bracing himself for her to clam up again but she continued, albeit her voice a little softer “…its for the baby.” Katie hid her shock well, Steve had to give his wife credit.

“She’ll love it.” Katie smiled “You can put it in her room if you like?”

Rori nodded and then hesitated before she climbed up onto the sofa and wrapped her arms around her Mother’s neck. Katie hugged her back and looked at Steve who flashed her a wink as he pushed off the door frame.

“Where are the boys?” “Playing lego in the den.” Katie smiled as Rori pulled back slightly.

“Can I say hi to the baby?” she asked shyly and Katie nodded.

“Of course you can.” Rori wriggled down a little, her cheek pressing to Katie’s bump over her t-shirt. She took a deep breath and spoke in a soft voice. “Hi Flossie…” There was a second pause and Katie felt a jab in her belly and Rori’s head flew up as her eyes widened and she squealed. “Momma she moved!”

“That’s because she heard you baby.” Katie smiled, thanking her lucky stars that Flossie had chosen that exact moment to give a harsh boot. Steve felt his heart swell as he watched Rori return her hands to Katie’s stomach.

“She can hear me?”

“Yeah, she can hear you all.” “So…” Rori sat up a little, her eyes downcast “Will she have heard me say those nasty things when I said I hated her?”

“And she will have also heard you say sorry.” Steve said, sitting down next to her. He wasn’t even going to try to explain that the baby wouldn’t be able to understand a word of what Rori was saying.

“And she knows its me?” Rori asked “For sure?” “For sure.” Rori gave a grin and jumped down running into the hallway.

“Hey losers!” she shouted, heading towards the den “I just talked to the baby and she listened and knows me coz she moved…” Whatever sarcastic reply Jamie shot back died as the door to the den shut and Katie looked at Steve.

“Ok, who is she and where’ the real Diva?” “What can I say, I just have that magic way with my girls…” he grinned. “Hmmm, sure you do.” Katie looked at him and he smiled, leaning over to give her a kiss.

“And maybe Rolfina had something to do with it.” he grinned, picking up the stuffed Zebra.

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Stark Spangled Forever Bump In The Road

A/N: What’s life in the Rogers household without drama… sorry…but this and the follow up chapter are a lead in to my mini series- Stark Spangled Destiny. And to be honest, I’m sick of reading shit on here today so thought I’d post some of my own.

@southerngracela @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @icanfeelastormbrewing dedicated to you, my home girls...

SSF Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist

October 2029

It was meant to be a routine scan...they'd been to 3 of these already after all...a routine, 20 week scan to find out the sex of their latest addition. But as Steve sat there, the words of Katie's ob-gyn made him feel nothing but numbness.

"I'm...I don't understand?" Katie said, her voice quiet "You said at the last scan that it would most likely right itself."

"And 9 times out of 10 Mrs Rogers it does." Dr Kellet said, sadly "Normally a low lying placenta moves but it's developed into something called placenta accreta, which is where it has grown too deep into the uterine wall. This means that it won't detach during labour and can cause critical levels of blood loss."

Steve swallowed and turned his attention from the small, blank screen which had moments before shown the image of their baby to the Doctor as Katie gripped his hand even tighter "So what does this mean?" he demanded.

Dr Kellet sighed "I won't lie to either of you. It is considered a high risk complication. However, we are lucky in that we have caught it now. In a lot of cases as it often causes no signs or symptoms, we don't realise until the mother is in labour which can have disastrous consequences for her and baby. As we have picked it up now, you'll need careful monitoring for the rest of your pregnancy and we'll have to perform an early C-section delivery..." she paused "Followed by a hysterectomy."

“A hysterectomy?" Steve said gently "as in..."

"Surgical removal of the womb yes." Dr Kellet says "We do his at the time of the C-section, so you'll be awake with your baby Mrs Rogers...it just means you'll be in hospital for a few days, possibly a week or so to recover."

Katie swallowed, taking a deep breath "You said early..."

The Doctor nodded. "Yes, anything form 34 weeks but again, that will be subject to how you go. Obviously the longer we leave it the better but...to be honest, all your babies have been fully baked, to use the popular term now-a-days, thanks to Dad's enhanced DNA so I wouldn't worry too much about that. Worst case scenario they may need a few days in the Neonatal Unit but..."

Katie wiped at her eyes with her spare hand and Steve felt his heart contracting painfully at the sight of her as he bent over to kiss her head.

"I know this is a lot to take in..." Dr Kellet said, her tone sympathetic "But we've found it in time to deal with it. I assure you, it won't make any difference to your baby's development...it's you it poses the biggest danger for. But, as we're prepared, like I said, we can deal with it."

Katie nodded and sniffed a little "Is there anything that causes it or..."

"No, not really." Dr Kellet shook her head. "Women over 35 are more susceptible to suffering from an accreta but your placenta laying low is what's done this. Like I say, it's rare but not completely uncommon."

"This is not your fault." Steve looked at her, speaking sternly as he knew exactly what she was thinking. Her green eyes locked onto his and she gave him a small smile as he kissed the back of her hand.

"No,it isn't." Dr Kellet said, equally as sternly "This is just one of those things Mrs Rogers."

The three of them fell silent and after a few seconds, Dr Kellet took a deep breath and looked at Katie.

"Ok, so...how about we get some good news huh?" she asked, picking up the wand and pressing it back to Katie's stomach. "Let's find out if it's pink or blue."

Once more the tiny profile of their baby filled the screen and Steve felt Katie's fingers tighten around his again. He squeezed her hand back and Dr Kellet made a little noise in her throat. "Ahh, there we go...and it's another little girl mom and dad..."

Katie's face broke into a smile as did Steve's and he pressed another kiss to her hand which he know held in both his, his elbows resting on the edge of the bed. As they both watched, their daughter moved her tiny little fist in front of her face, and Steve swallowed, blinking back tears.

After a little more discussion with the Doctor who told Katie to try and stay calm and to call her if she had any worries, they booked in with the receptionist on the Gyne Ward for another scan in a fortnights time and then after bidding Dr Kellet a final goodbye they made their way back to the ground floor, both lost in their thoughts. Steve kept shooting a side glance at Katie whose face was straight, but he could see the sadness in her eyes. He was fighting back the tears himself, he hated this. The thought that something could go wrong, something that meant he might lose her or their baby...but she would be in good hands. He trusted Dr Kellet implicitly afer the safe birth of the other 3 and, after all, like the woman said, early diagnosis made a huge difference. The elevator doors opened and they walked down the busy corridor towards the main doors of the building, and as they reached the main reception desk a young man and a heavily pregnant woman passed them going in the opposite direction. Katie's eyes followed them and she stopped, the hand that wasn't in Steve's falling to her bump as she took a deep breath, and turned to look up at him Steve.

"Well..."she smiled softly as she spoke for the first time since leaving the Maternity Suite, “At least when all this is done there's no chance you'll impregnate me again."

Steve spluttered a small chuckle, shaking his head "Seriously? You're making that joke now?"

"I have to." she said softly "Because if I don't I'm gonna cry."

Steve sighed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. She buried her face into his chest and he softly rubbed at her back, pressing a kiss to her head "It's gonna be fine Sweetheart." he said, sounding braver than he felt "You heard Doc. They found it early, we can prepare."

Katie nodded against his shirt, keeping her eyes scrunched shut "Yeah..."

"And you get a few more days recovery...relaxing, away from the rabble at home."

Katie gave a watery laugh as she stepped back and looked up at him, "I'd rather be with them..."

"I know baby." he said, wiping her tears with his thumbs as he cupped her face "I know."

Katie took a deep, shaky breath and licked her lips before she smiled softly "Another girl though Stevie” and he gave a playful groan.

"Makes it 4 on 3, I’m outnumbered."

"Nah, it’s 4 on 4 if you count Stark."

"That's true." he grinned “Not sure how Jamie’s gonna take it though!”

"It's Rori you're gonna have to worry about." Katie looked at him, smirking a little as she made to continue walking, and Steve was pleased to see her Stark sassiness was creeping back through.

"How so?”

"Because she's suddenly going to have to cope with not being you only little princess anymore...there's gonna be another girl fighting to wrap you around her pinkie."

"Well..." Steve said, curling an arm round his wife's shoulders as they walked out into the sunshine. "Let's go break the news...."

"Kinda wish you still had the shield..." Katie mumbled, and at that he let out a loud laugh, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her temple.

“A girl?” Jamie looked at them both, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Steve smiled at his eldest son who was sat in the chair on the opposite side of the room. Rori was perched on his knee whilst Harry was sat on Katie’s, his little hand on her bump.

“Wow…” Harry mumbled, looking a Katie “Sister?”

“Yup.” she smiled, kissing his head as he smiled at her. She looked at Jamie who shrugged at her.

“Whatever.” he said, grinning “I don’t mind…as long as it doesn’t turn out like her.” he pointed to Rori.

“Shut up Jamie!” she glared at him as Steve sighed.

“Ok, come on guys…” he said his tone carried enough warning to shut them up “Don’t fight.”

“I think it’s awesome.” Emmy smiled, where she was slumped on the rug, tickling Stark. “Another Rogers girl eh Rori?”

Rori looked at Emmy, then to Steve, then to Katie’s bump before she shook her head “No. I don’t want it.” she said nonchalantly, jumping off Steve’s knee and heading to the door.

“Rori.” Katie said, and she stopped to turn to her. “Come here.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I’m gonna go play on the computer in the den…” he said, before he hurried out of the room sensing an impending Diva meltdown. Which arrived seconds later.

“No.”

“Fine.” Steve said, standing up. He pointed to the door. “Go to your room.”

“No.” she repeated

“Rori…” Katie said, her voice cracking slightly as she blinked back her tears “Do what your father says.”

Rori looked at him, blinking and he started his countdown.

“One…”

Nothing.

“Two…” his voice grew louder.

Katie sniffed slightly and Harry looked at her, frowning.

“No cry momma…” he said softly, his hands wrapping around her neck. She pressed her face into his hair and kissed his head.

“I’m ok baby.” she said gently. Steve shook his head and looked at his wife, running his hand over his face.

“What’ going on?” Emmy asked, looking at her mom then to her dad.

“Nothing, just sick of her attitude…” Steve snapped back and Emmy looked at him.

“Don’t take it out on me.”

“Sorry I’m…I didn’t mean to.” he shook his head.

“What are you not telling me?” Emmy pressed “Don’t treat me like a kid!”

Emmy took a deep breath “So you’ll both be ok?” she asked “You and the baby?”

“Yeah.” Katie told her. “It was just a shock, for both of us to hear that’s all.”

“I can imagine.” Emmy said quietly “I’ll ring Pete, cancel tonight, I can stay…” “No,no…” Steve protested at the same time Katie shook her head.

She nodded and stood up, crossing to give her mom a hug before doing the same to Steve and heading out of the room. Steve looked at his wife for a moment before Harry glanced at him.

“Dadda mad?” he asked softly.

“Not with you pal.” he replied, crossing the room to sit besides them. Harry shifted and untangled himself from Katie before he crawled over into Steve’s lap.

“I get sister?” he asked looking at Steve and Steve smiled at him.

“Yeah buddy.”

Harry grinned and nodded before he tugged on Steve’s beard and Steve playfully snapped his teeth at the tot��s fingers in the way he always did.

“Snappy snappy crocodile!” Harry laughed and Steve let out a chuckle before he looked at Katie, his hand gently squeezing her knee.

“I’ll give her 10 minute and then I’ll go speak to her.” Steve said.

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard you shout at her like that.” Katie raised her eyebrow.

“She deserved it.” Steve said, blowing a breath out of his nose. “Her attitude stinks.” “She’s jealous.” Katie said simply “And we only have ourselves to blame.”

“What do you mean?” Steve frowned.

“So how do we deal with it?” Steve said after a moment’s deliberation.

“Pot, Kettle Rogers.” Katie raised an eyebrow and Steve chuckled, leaning over to give Katie a soft kiss.

“Rori…” he said, poking his head round the door.

“Go away.” She sniffed and he sighed, shaking his head.

“Sorry, can’t do that.” he said, stepping into the room. “It’s the law in this house that we don’t go to bed angry, remember?”

“You been doing animals at school?” he asked.

“No.” she shook her head “I just like them.” her voice fell quiet. Steve crossed the room and took a seat on her bed and she avoided his gaze again.

“Rori, look at me princess.”

She obeyed and her eyes locked onto his and he patted his knee “Come on.” She stood up and scrambled onto his lap and he wrapped his arms around her.

“Sorry for making you mad daddy.” she sniffed.

“And I’m sorry for shouting.” he replied, “But do you know why I did?”

“Because I said mean things.” “Yeah.” he nodded “You did. You wanna tell me why?”

She shrugged

“You know having a baby sister isn’t going to mean you miss out on anything.” he said softly “Me and Momma will still love you just as much. You know that right?”

“Momma.” she said quietly.

Steve nodded “Ok, go on then and come back up. It’s bed time for you.” “But…”

“Rori…you’ve been really naughty and apologising isn’t going to change that. So you can go say you’re sorry to momma and then it’s bed. We start again tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok….come on.” Steve said, and Rori looked at him, her eyes pleading “Remember what I said.”

With a deep sigh she looked at her mom “Night momma.” she said, her eyes falling to the floor again.

“Nice try.” he said, gesturing into the hall with his head. Rori gave an exasperated groan before she headed to the stairs.

“Sorry, I thought that might help.” Emmy looked round.

“Don’t be.” Katie looked at her “You know what she’s like. It’ll work out.” she rubbed at her eyes before she smiled “You look nice, where are you going?”

“Oh, just to play some pool and grab a burger.” Emmy said, “Brooke’s bringing Josh. I won’t be out long.” “Josh…” Katie mused “Double dating?”

“kinda.” Emmy shrugged “He’s a bit of a douche to be honest but, whatever, she seems to like him.” “Bucky doesn’t” Steve snorted.

“Uncle Bucky doesn’t like a lot of people.” Emmy laughed and Steve chuckled.

“See you both later.” “Have a good time.” Katie called. Steve watched her go before he turned to his wife and stepped into the kitchen. She fell into his open arms and he kissed her head.

“Why don’t you go put Harry down, then have a bath and get in bed?” he suggested “I’ll spend a bit of time with Jamie before I send him up.”

“You sure?” she asked.

“Course.” he dropped a kiss to her head.

“Ok. That sounds great, I won’t lie.”

“Right son…” he grinned “Fire up the Mario Karts…I’m gonna kick your butt this time.”

“No chance old man!” Jamie grinned, jumping up to switch the game in the console.

*****

Jamie grinned “Told ya…”

“Night dad.” Jamie said, giving him a hug.

“Night bud, don’t forget to say night to your mom too.”

“I won’t.” he nodded, before he bounded off up the stairs.

Steve headed around the house, doing his usual lock down checks before he too made his way up to their room. Katie was sat propped up in bed, looking at her phone.

"You ok?" he asked, walking into their room.

"Yeah..." Katie looked up at Steve, "I'm fine."

"Good." He dropped a kiss to her lips. "What you looking at?"

"I was googling my condition." She shrugged. "Then I decided to change the topic and was looking at names..."

"Any you like?" He asked, seizing the opportunity to talk about something positive to do with their baby. He sat down on the side of the bed, tilting slight so he was facing her, placing one arm over her so his palm was flat on the covers by her hip.

"One...but it's a little old fashioned...but...I really like it" she looked at him a little shyly "Florence"

Steve looked at her for a moment and then then looked to her bump before he peeked back up at her, smiling softly "that was my grandmother's name, on my dad's side."

"I know." She looked at him "I think it’s beautiful. So many things we can shorten it to as well..."

"She was known as Flo." He said, "I never met her...I only know from what Ma told me"

"Well I like Flo or Flossie..." she said, looking down at his hands as her fingers began to play with his.

"Flossie..." Steve played with the name. It was a little unusual, but he liked the way it rolled off his tongue "yeah." He chuckled "Flossie Rogers"

"A 40s movie star name if ever there was one." Katie smiled.

"I think Rori has dibs on the Diva title." He chuckled.

Katie gave a small laugh and looked at where their hands were tangled together again before she glanced up at him, her eyes full of tears. "I'm scared Stevie." She whispered and he sighed, shifting slightly to cup her face with his spare hand.

"I know." He said gently "but you're the strongest person I know. If anyone can get through this, you can."

"I don't feel strong." She whispered

"I dont wanna be numb..." she said gently "the thought of them sticking needles into my back...not after..." she gulped and Steve closed his eyes, gently shushing her as he tried to stop his own tears. He knew full well about her fear of needles and anaesthetic which stemmed from the time Hydra had taken her. She had told him all about the fact they had injected her with stuff that left her paralysed from the waist down for hours, just to watch her lose her dignity and control. That was the reason she had refused epidurals for all their kids. The fact she was shouldering this, as well as knowing how she didn't have a choice tore him in two.

“I wouldn’t mind a camomile tea.” she looked at him.

“Ok.” he dropped a kiss to her head and stood up. He made his way downstairs.

He flipped on the kettle and became that lot in his own thoughts he didn’t hear the security system announce Emmy had come home which was why her voice startled him slightly when she spoke.

"You ok pops?"

Steve spun round to see her watching him carefully as she leaned against the counter, her long hair hung around her heart shaped face, her eyes shining.

“You weren’t out long.” he commented and she shrugged.

“Brooke has an early shift tomorrow. We shot a few games and ate and…well that was it. It was fun.” “Good.” he smiled “Where’s Queens?”

“I dropped him home.” Emmy shrugged and she didn’t need to explain why. She was trying to give him and Katie some peace, which Steve was grateful for.

That he could attribute directly to Katie, and he couldn’t be more proud to do so if he tried.

"I'm fine honey." He said, giving her a small smile and she chuckled.

"Liar."

He sighed "you always call me out on my bullshit. You're like your mother."

She shrugged "There are worse people to be like"

"Very true." He agreed, turning to the kettle as he picked it up and poured hot water over the teabag in the mug.

"Do you think you’ll get any more trouble from Rori?"

"Course I do." She grinned "I was petrified you wouldn't want me anymore."

Steve shook his head "nothing could have been further from the truth"

"I know" she smiled "know what else I remember like yesterday?"

"The time you punched that jerk in the face at school?" Steve teased and she snorted

"Well yeah but that's not what I was gonna say" she shook her head "I remember the day you got punched in the supermarket. You gave me the adoption papers that afternoon. It was Jamie's birthday. Uncle Tony and Auntie Pep gave me my bracelet with my initials."

Steve beamed "Yeah. Despite the punching that was a good day. You know, we'd had those papers for a week before we told you."

Emmy took a deep breath "I don't think I say this enough but I really am grateful you and mom took me in..."

"Em, you don't need to-"

"I know." she cut him off "But I am. You didn't need to, but you did. And all of us, bump included are the luckiest kids around. You're the best parents any kid could wish for."

Steve felt his eyes misting over and he looked at Emmy, shaking his head "Come 'ere." he smiled and she pushed off the counter and walked towards him, stepping into his embrace "I know it might not seem like it at times with the others being as demanding as they are but we do love you with all our hearts Em." he said, pressing a kiss to her head "You'll always be our first baby."

"Stop it!" she spluttered, stepping back to wipe her eyes.

He smiled and cupped her face before he took a deep breath "Anyway, I meant to ask...you and Queens still going to look at that apartment or..."

Emmy shrugged "It’s not important at the moment”

“Em.” Steve sighed “What’s going on with your mom, we don’t want that to impact on your plans.”

“No, I don’t mean that. Well, ok, that is important but, well, I'm still training at work and Pete's getting to grips with all the R&D department at SI so we both kinda said if the right place appears then great, if not...well, we can wait."

"Sensible decision." he nodded, "You only just turned 22, and yes, I know..." he held his hand up to cut off what he knew full well was going to be her protest about wanting to be independent "You want to stand on your own two feet but, this is your home and always will be for as long as you want. And if you're really desperate to be away from the chaos in here, well me and your mom had an idea that maybe we could do the Cabin up."

"That's your man cave." she looked at him.

"I can move my art stuff into the attic or the garage." he shrugged "We could use it and make you a little apartment. Just a thought to keep in mind."

"Pete as well?" she asked and Steve looked at her, cocking his head to one side, taking a deep breath as he nodded.

"Queens as well."

She smiled. "Thanks Dad. Maybe we can talk about it once everything has settled down."

Steve nodded "Sounds like a plan."

"You'd know, after all you are the star span-..."

"Yeah yeah." he cut her off, rolling his eyes "And on that note I'm going to bed." He picked up the mug containing Katie's drink and stooped to give Emmy a peck on the cheek. "See you in the morning sweetie."

"No don't stay up too late?" she quipped in a deep voice as he walked past her. He chuckled and looked back over his shoulder.

"As you keep reminding me..." he dropped his chin to level her with a look "you're a grown ass woman now."

“Down.” he instructed the dog, pointing to the basket in the corner of the room. The mutt gave him a reproachful look before he stood up and gave a huff as he jumped down and padded to his bed. Steve knew full well the dog would be back up there the minute he closed the door on his way out, but at least his conscience was clear when Katie moaned about dog hair on Jamie's quilt. As he turned off Jamie’s TV it struck him how it seemed such a pointless thing to be complaining about all things considered.

Turning off the hall lights he made his way back into their bedroom where Katie was watching something on TV.

“They all ok?”

“You ok?”

“Hey Flossie…” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the curve of Katie’s belly as her hand tangled into his hair.

“So we’re decided on Florence.” Katie chuckled and he peered up at her, smiling.

“Love you too” she muttered against his mouth, unwilling to break away as his kiss grew a little more urgent. Eventually he pulled back, pressing his forehead to hers, his eyes closed.

“It’ll all be ok.” he muttered softly.

“You trying to convince me or yourself.” Katie asked.

“Bit of both.” he admitted.

*****

November 2029

"Shall we pick something for Florence, ready for when she is born?" he asked her as she examined a shelf full of stuffed animals.

Rori looked at her dad and averted her eyes "if you want..."

“Don’t you want?"

She shrugged

“Ok..." Steve sighed, knowing when he was beat. “Come on then, let’s go home.”

Rori turned her eyes to his before he looked at the floor, her sneakers scuffing on the tiles of the gift shop. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, her lower lip wobbling.

“What for?” Steve asked, taking a deep breath as he crouched down and gently brushed her hair out of her eyes, one of his hands gently resting along her rib cage.

“Being mean.”

“You’re not being mean.” he said gently, which was true. She wasn’t. “You’re sad though. I can tell.”

She shrugged again, still avoiding his eyes.

"Why does the baby upset you so much Princess?" He pressed gently. She looked at him, her eyes watering.

"Coz she's gonna take you and momma away from me..."

"Oh Rori..." Steve sighed as her tears trickled down her face. Finally hearing her admit it out-loud meant he could confront it head on, give her the direct re-assurance she needed. "I told you already, that's not gonna happen. Me and momma love you and that's not gonna change." She sniffled as he wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "Harry was born after you, did he take us away from you?"

"No." She sniffled.

"So why would the new baby be any different?"

"Coz she's gonna be your new princess. I'm not gonna be special anymore."

Steve felt his heart breaking as Rori began to sob.

"Ok..." he said, picking her up and carrying her out of the shop into the large foyer. She pressed her face into his neck and he gently rubbed her back as she cried whilst he walked them over to a bench at the side of the room where he sat silently with her, gently rocking her as she cried, Katie's words from a few weeks ago echoing in his head.

"She's jealous Steve. And we only have ourselves to blame."

As much as Katie had said “we” she may as well have said “you”. Rori had been his little princess since the day they had found out they were having a girl, and Steve knew he indulged her, because he fucking loved her. He loved her craziness, her sassiness, the way she gave him so much back chat and general attitude...even if it did drive him mad. But most of all he adored the way she looked just like Katie and had inherited her mother's tactile nature. She was always the first to reach him when he got home from work, racing down the hall to fling herself at him. She insisted on sitting on his knee at night as they watched TV, she would crawl into his and Katie's bed between them on a Sunday morning for a cuddle before they got up. He was the one she went to when she had fallen over, unless he was out, and then Katie would suffice but he would get the full sympathy play when he got home. It was the exact role reversal to their two boys who sought Katie out for their bumps and scrapes but came to him for the fun and games. Both parents gave them all different things, which was how it was supposed to be and fuck, Rori would always be his little girl, as would Flossie, and a new baby sister should be filling her heart with love not worry and sadness. As he sat still, she hiccupped slightly, he sobs growing quieter and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"I'm gonna tell you something now sweetheart." He said as she tightened the grip her little hands had on his jacket as he continued to gently rock her to and fro "you have no idea how special you are to me and your momma. You know we lost you once..."

"Lost me?" Rori sniffed "how?"

"Remember we told you about the bad man that made Uncle Bucky and Uncle Sam go away...and how your Uncle Tony died with Natasha to bring them back?"

She nodded

"Well when he sent all those people away, you were in your momma's tummy and he made you go away too. We were so upset when we found out."

"But I came back?" She asked, her green eyes wide

"You sure did. You were our little magic baby" He smiled "And when you were born we were so happy to finally meet you because we had waited so long, Rori. And I remember thinking when I held his for the first time how beautiful and perfect you were."

"So I am special?"

"Of course you are" he nodded "I mean how can you not be? Your birthday is the same as your Uncle Tony's and you're named after 2 other very special girls." He smiled as she glanced down at her hands which were now playing with the buttons on his shirt. "Your nanna Sarah and Natasha."

"And Princess Aurora" she looked at him.

"And Princess Aurora" he nodded.

"And I look like Momma." Rori nodded back to him, "which makes me pretty too right Daddy?"

"Absolutely." Steve smiled "your momma is the prettiest woman in the world."

Rori looked at him for a moment before she smiled "Can we go back to the shop please Daddy? I want to get the baby something now."

Steve smiled. "Sure, come on."

She hopped off his lap and they headed back inside to the store, her little hand in his and she led him over to the soft toy section, her eyes roaming the shelves, brow furrowed in concentration.

"What should we get?" She asked, looking up at Steve.

"You pick." He said, looking down at her. "I trust you. You are a princess after all so you know what princesses like..."

"That one." She said firmly

"Sure?" He asked and she nodded.

"Zebras are like ponies daddy." She said "and all princesses should have a pony"

"Alright. You wanna grab it?" He looked down at her, his spare hand gently cupping her cheek.

She nodded and turned back, plucking one down off the shelf.

"Do you want one?"

"No, I have a Sparkles" she shrugged "Unicorns are much better."

Steve looked at her for a moment, and decided to let her have that little victory.

“I think we should call her Rolfina.” Rori said, handing it to him.

“Rolfina?” he frowned “Where on earth did you hear that?” “Dur, it’s the zebra in Zootopia.” she said and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Course it is.” he mumbled, heading to the till to pay.

***** “Momma!” Rori burst into the living room “Look…”

She held out the toy zebra as she made her way over to where Katie was sat, tapping at her laptop

“She’ll love it.” Katie smiled “You can put it in her room if you like?”

“Where are the boys?” “Playing lego in the den.” Katie smiled as Rori pulled back slightly.

“Can I say hi to the baby?” she asked shyly and Katie nodded.

“She can hear me?”

“Yeah, she can hear you all.” “So…” Rori sat up a little, her eyes downcast “Will she have heard me say those nasty things when I said I hated her?”

“And she knows its me?” Rori asked “For sure?” “For sure.” Rori gave a grin and jumped down running into the hallway.

“And maybe Rolfina had something to do with it.” he grinned, picking up the stuffed Zebra.

#stark spangled forever #stark spangled banner #steve rogers #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers x oc #katie stark #mcu #mcu fanfiction

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wanderingtrash · 7 years ago

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Unfair Affair- Part 10

A/N: Not much of Ben on this chapter as a change of plans made it’s way, But Happy 2018!

Feedback is always appericiated (:

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It had been a day since (Y/N)’s whole ordeal with Harry. They hadn’t done much taking since then. A few messages here and there to ask how she was feeling.

But nothing more.

The media has calmed down with their claims as there was no direct evidence that Harry had an affair. And no one had gotten their hands on a picture of (Y/N). All they really knew about her was her name. Which wasn’t really a big deal.

Her relationship with Ben never seemed so smooth. He had offered to take the day off to go to her first ultrasound; where she was headed to. But (Y/N) had refused. Part of the reason was because she knew Harry wouldn’t appreciate another man going to see the baby fetus first than on the screen. But also because she felt Ben needed a bit of time away from her. He had been so much help and so supportive that she felt guilty of not letting him have some time with his friends or to himself.

She had told Harry about her appointment thinking that maybe he wanted to come with her. Subconsciously she hoped he would. But of course he said it wouldn’t be the best idea to be seen with her. Especially with all the rumors. She understood and replies with simple ‘okay’.

Walking in the warm building (Y/N) fixed her bag in her shoulder and huffed. Her cheeks were red, as it was cold outside and she rushed out the door forgetting to put on a thicker coat.

She greeted the elderly lady behind the counter who was sipping on a coffee from Starbucks.

Walking into the elevator she pressed the 3rd floor button. To where her OB/GYN was at.

Once she walked through the door after getting out of the elevator her heart stopped at the sight.

She was thinking about what she could make for dinner but that that was put to an end.

There sat Harry.

With Gwen.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks heat up and her head felt light. The room was big, sure. But there was still a way Harry could see her. He was looking at a magazine with Gwen. A baby magazine. The ones with tips on how to maintain the perfect shape after pregnancy. The ones that promise tips to keep your baby eating good, with a list of pricey recipes.

(Y/N) swiftly walked to th front desk to sign in. She knew that as soon as she started talking Harry would recognize her voice. So she prepared for the worst.

“Name please?” The young receptionist asked her with a forced smile. Her brunette hair was up in a messy bun. She looked tired. Possibly not wanting to be there (Y/N) guessed.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She responded with the quitest voice she could. The receptionist typed on her lap top in front of her. (Y/N) had time to look behind her shoulder to see Gwen standing up. Her bump more prominent than hers. She whispered some words to Harry that (Y/N) couldn’t quite here. To which Harry nodded. His hand going up to rub her bump.

A loving gesture in which (Y/N) felt a heaviness on her chest from witnessing.

“Ms. (Y/LN)?.” The receptionist asked her. Ending her train of thought. “Dr. Florez is currently getting ready for a patient. So if you please have a seat and he will call you when he’s done.”

(Y/N) nodded and offered a smile. “No problem. Thank you.” She said and let out a shaky sigh. She decided it was best to sit in the back for the risk of not getting seen by Harry.

She had set her eyes on the she could. That was until she felt a hand grip her arm.

Turning around she saw the man she dreaded getting caught by.

“(Y/N)?” Harry asked in his perfect voice. That as much as (Y/N) hated to admit it was music to her ears.

“What Harry?” She said with a sigh.

“What are you doing here by yourself?” He whispered to her. There weren’t many people around. And the people that were, were occupied in their phones or with the out dated magazines provided on the coffee tables.

“I didn’t have much of a choice did I? I don’t have a boyfriend that is obligated to come with me to these things.” (Y/N) hissed pulling her arm back.

Harry was taken aback. What she said was true. But the way she said it hurt him.

“You know I would if I could. Don’t say such nonsense.” Harry softly told her. He didn’t want to be an asshole. He had done enough of that in the nearly 8 months they were seeing eachother.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and took a seat on the uncomfortable looking chair. Her back was killing her from the position she had slept in the night before.

“The rumors caught up to wifey’s ears yet?” (Y/N) asked picking at the nail polish nude colored nail polish on her nails.

“She’s read the articles. Thinks it’s just another rumor that will eventually die down once people see It’s not true.” Harry responded. Playing with his bottom lip with his fingers. Something (Y/N) had learned he had a habit of doing when he was nervous.

(Y/N) let out a dry laugh. “She’s in for a rude awakening when you tell her.”

Harry stayed quiet for a short minute.

“About that…” Harry started. “About what I told you yesterday.”

(Y/N) looked up from her nails. A confused look on her face at what he was about to tell her.

“About what?”

“ I meant it. I want you to be happy. Even though I hope to God that along the line it’s me that you chose. I hope you’re happy with…Ben.” He said sincerely. “You deserve happiness and I’m selfish I know, but with you I can’t help it.”

But (Y/N) wasn’t going to fall for his usual charm. No matter how sincere he was being.

“You can’t tell me that you hope to be with me someday yet you still have another woman; your wife warming your bed and getting to touch you and kiss you. It’s not fair to her. Or me for that matter. You are a walking contradiction.”

“You don’t understand (Y/N) I’m doing this for my kid. I need time to tell her all of this. About this relationship we shared. She’s pregnant. Too much stress isn’t good for her.” Harry scolded. He didn’t mean to. But she wasn’t getting it.

“Oh yeah? Well have you forgot that I’m pregnant too? Have you forgot that the same way she doesn’t need stress I don’t either? No. Of course you don’t Harry. Because the child of the wife will always come first. The other woman’s child will come second. But I’ll be damned if you think that’s the way things are going to be.” (Y/N) retaliated. She was hurt. The only way she knew how to deal with the emotions was with anger.

“I never said our child was going to come second. Don’t put words in my mouth (Y/N).” Harry clenched his jaw. “Send me a text when you’re out of the appointment. Because I do care about our child. Despite what you want to believe.” With a roll of (Y/N)’s eyes and a shake from Harry’s head. Harry walked back to his and Gwen’s seat. Looking over his shoulder to see (Y/N) pull out her phone.

She was something else.

* *

Gwen laid on the clinic bed. A smile on her face a she looked at Harry with the purest admiration. Dr. Florenz had her shirt lifted up. A screen on the side where it was visible to both her and Harry. And the cold gel on her tummy as the wand moved on her skin. Harry having a tight grip on her hand.

“And there is your baby.” Dr. Florenz said pointing to a black dot on the screen. “You’re roughly 2 months pregnant Mrs. Styles. It’s about one inch big from what I can see.”

Gwen smiled at Harry. “Look it my love.” She said in happiness.

Harry kissed her head and smiled. “Already so strong huh?”

“At this point in your pregnancy I advise little exercise. As this is your first child and you body is not used to the changes it is enduring. Miscarriage is a risk if you don’t take care of yourself.” Dr. Florenz said with a serious tone.

Gwen nodded her head. Her blonde hair coming in the way of her eyes but she pusjed her locks back. “No, I understand. I’ve been taking some vitamin shakes to help with things like heart burn and growth of the embryo.” Gwen added.

Harry nodded along with her. “She’s been very much watching what she eats.”

Dr. Florenz nodded. “Lots of water and rest goes a long way.” Typing on his lap top he turned to both of them once again.

“Would you like pictures?” He asked already knowing the answer.

Gwen giggled and nodded as Dr. Florenz handed her a paper towel to wipe the gel off of ger stomach. “If we could have 3 copies, that would be wonderful. One for each of our mom’s and on for us.” She said as Harry helped her up.

“Of course. Nurse Tabitha will bring them out to you while you are setting up the next appointment. I would like to see you next month to check the growth rate of the baby.” He said standing up and collecting his things. “See you next month.” He said excusing himself.

Gwen held her bag as she took out a piece of gum popping it in her mouth, standing up on the floor from the hand sanitizer smelling bed. “I’m craving some tacos.” Gwen told Harry scrunching her nose as Harry opened the door for her. “Think we can get some on the way home?”

“Of course, whatever little bean is craving.” Harry laughed putting his arm around Gwen’s slim waist.

Harry’s eyes widened as he saw (Y/N) walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. Her head down and her bag slung around her shoulder. A frown evident in her perfect features. His heart heart at the sight. Removing his arm from Gwen’s waist out of guilt. Gwen didn’t take notice in his sudden change in mood.

She glanced at (Y/N) as the pasted her. Then whispered to Harry something that angered him internally.

“Poor woman. You think the dad of the baby is like a dead beat or something? Maybe not even involved at all? She looked sad.”

Harry clenched his fists. Mostly because of her comment about (Y/N). Not because of the comment made about the father. Which unknown to her was him. “I don’t think that’s any of our business love. I doubt it, but it doesn’t concern us.” He said as the walked to the receptionists office.

A frown now on his face.

* *

(Y/N) tried not to let the sight of Harry showing Gwen affection get to her. She really didn’t. But something about her mood that day prevented her from feeling it.

It hurt to see him like that with her. As selfish as it sounded. Especially after he confessed to her that he was no longer in love with Gwen.

As she laid on the clinic bed. In the same position Gwen was in. Minus the supporting father holding her hand of course. She felt tears prickle her eyes as Dr. Florenz pointed to the screen. Offering her a small smile. Something he rarley did to his patients. Mostly because he thought (Y/N) was a single mother. With the father of the kid no longer in it’s just starting life.

“It’s so small.” (Y/N) chuckled through tears. Her baby was in the screen. Barley the size of a pea.

“Indeed, but trust me Ms. (Y/L/N) it’ll get bigger.” He chuckled too.

He removed the cold wand from her belly and handed her a paper towel. To which (Y/N) responded with a whispered “Thank you.”

“Growing very healthy. Expect a bump to appear any time soon now.” He told her nodding. “Try and stay off spicy foods or heavily spiced foods as they cause heart burn. It’s not dangerous to the baby, but it will be wildy uncomfortable for you.” He said typing in his lap top. “I assume you wamt pictures yes?” The elderly man asked (Y/N). Fixing his glasses.

“Yes, 2 copies please.” (Y/N) said with a smile. She wanted to give one to her parents. Not much Harry because she knew he wouldn’t want to keep one with him. Risking Gwen finding it and questioning him. She would just send him a picture.

Getting up and throwing the paper towel on the trash. Her back aching. A small whimper leaving her lips.

Dr. Florenz got up as well. “I’ll see you in a month Ms. (Y/N), take care.” He added with a nod. “A nurse will bring your pictures out in the waiting room.” He said shaking her hand and exiting the room.

(Y/N) sighed with a smile. Pressing a hand as she gathered her things. Grabbing her phone as a notification alerted her of a new message. Ben’s name appearing on her home screen.

Pressing on the contact she was taken to the numerous number of text messages exchanged between them. Her face showed pure confusion as she read the newest one.

I need to tell you something. It’s about Harry

I don’t want to tell you over text so I’ll see you at your place later tonight?

I’ll bring some take out

(Y/N) was left with an strange feeling of anguish in the pit of her stomach in the cleaning product smelling room.

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monsteramongmen-tamer · 7 years ago

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#35: “About the baby...it’s yours.” & #41: “I’m pregnant.” -Roman Reigns. (PART 2)

Tagging: @kaitlynwwefan, @panic-angel3314, @shieldgirl95, @earl-01, @nickie-amore, @blondekel77, @reigns420, @littleprincess1621, @m-a-t-91, @luckygillblog, @finnbalorsbabygirl, @unabashedwwesmut, @blackwidow2721, @wrestlingimaginesposts, @wweburnitdown, @thirstiswet, @princesstoniii, @birthday-prinxess, @princess3733, @princesses-reign-daily, @lip-sync, @laziestgirlintheworld, @lclb13, @tinyelfperson, @justkelsey15, @blisssection, @camm-wow

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse in reader’s former relationship. Also a mention of a miscarriage. ANGST? Little bit?

A/N: So, here is what everyone has been asking for! Part 2 of the Roman drabble! You can read the first part HERE. This was a lot longer than I was expecting it to be. I put a lot of myself into this. It’s 3553 words long. Not going to lie, it’s a roller coaster ride. I hope you like it. I’ve never written a story this intense before. You’ll know what I mean if you read it. Please let me know what you think. And if you’d like added to my tag list!

It’s been a month since the incident with Roman. You have refused to talk to him. You were still very upset. The things he said were unforgivable in your mind.

He had been leaving you messages every single day trying to say how sorry he was. You ignored them. He would send flower bouquets to work everyday. You took the note and ripped it up and left them at the front desk. The patients would get a better use looking at them than you would.

People kept telling you that you should just give in and forgive him. Let him in. That he is the father to your child after all. And you were well aware of all of this, but you weren’t giving in that easily. Text messages and flowers aren’t a good enough reason to let someone back in.

Roman was the only person that knew about your past. He knew that your last relationship ended so badly and it ruined you. When you met Roman, you didn’t want to let him in, but eventually you felt like you could trust him. He made you feel safe. So he should at least understand why you weren’t easy to get, so to speak.

***BACKSTORY***

Your ex was just a man that liked to use his height and strength to his advantage. He was also an alcoholic. He was older and had two kids of his own, but they always stayed with their mother. They came and stayed with their dad on the occasional weekend, sometimes. Most of the time they chose not to because they didn’t want to. He hated that. And whenever he got pissed off, guess who got the wrath of it? That’s right. You did. At first, he would just yell at you, and blame it on you. But then it got physical. He would grab your arms and slam you against the wall. Slap you across the face. Punch you in the stomach.

There were times that you tried to get out of it, but he was always one step ahead of you. You would try to get up in the middle of the night and leave. He would either hide your keys or wait by the door with your keys. Ask where you were going. Escort you back to the bedroom and slap you around a couple times.

One of the things he would like to do when he was drunk was get on top of you while you were sleeping and try to have sex with you. He was so aggressive that he would leave bruises. You tried to fight him, but he was too strong. He pinned your arms and you wouldn’t be able to move your legs.

The last time he did that to you, you ended up pregnant. You had mixed emotions about it. You were happy that you were pregnant. Bringing a miracle into this world, but the other part of you hated it because it was his. He did this to you. You wanted a child, but not this way.

You waited to tell him, because you didn’t know how he would react.

One weekend when his kids were over, it was New Year’s Eve, your boyfriend was drinking a lot more than he normally did. Even his kids noticed. They were at an age where they noticed these things. They had called their mom letting her know that they wanted to go home. They told him that she would be there in about an hour. He was hurt. He kept his cool, for about 2 seconds.

You were standing in the dining room just waiting to see what his next move was going to be. He walked into the living room and went to the coffee table and flipped it over. It hit the wall and made a dent.

“This is all your fault! You’re the reason my kids don’t want to hang out with me!” He said, pointing a finger and coming after you.

“No, it’s not! They just don’t like hanging out with their dad when he’s like this!” You said.

At this point, you were standing by the kitchen table. He picked up a chair and threw it across the room at you. You ducked, but it still hit you. You then got out your cell phone and gave it to the kids.

“Guys, quick! Go lock yourself in the bathroom and call 911! Hurry!” You said.

They listened and went to the bathroom. Once you heard the click of the lock, you were ready for whatever he had to throw at you.

“You fuckin bitch.” He said.

You paced back to the living room and he managed to throw the recliner toward you. It hit you, but not hard enough to hurt. You ran past him, pushing him against the wall making your way to the kitchen. He caught up with you and threw you against the kitchen table. You landed on your side. It hurt so bad. But you couldn’t give up. He could try to kill you. You had to fight back.

You got up and went into the kitchen to grab something to defend yourself. He went behind you and grabbed your wrist, “Huh uh, sweetheart.”

Like it was an instinct, you slapped him across the face. It left a cut, because of your nails.

“You dirty fucking bitch! You’ll pay for that!” He said.

You were standing by the stairs that lead to the doors outside. There were only 4 steps, but when he came running after you, you moved out of the way and pushed him down. He wasn’t getting up, but you could hear him grunting.

Just then, you could hear hard banging on the front door. It was the police.

They arrested him and you checked on you and the kids. Luckily the kids didn’t witness anything, but you were hurting. Bad.

You knew that was your chance to get the hell out.

The kid’s mom showed up and took them home and you couldn’t apologize enough. She knew it wasn’t your fault. That was the reason she left him. But now he was in jail. You were safe, temporarily.

You spent the entire night packing up all of your things and got the hell out. You packed your car as full as it could get and got a hotel room. There wasn’t much available, you forgot it was New Year’s.

When you checked in, you went straight to the showers and just sat there. With the water running down on you. You couldn’t help but let out a loud cry. So much had happened tonight. It was so overwhelming. You sat there for about an hour and a half. When you got up, you felt a sharp pain. It was in your stomach area. Then you saw blood running down your legs. You began to panic and grabbed your phone and called 911.

The ambulance came and took you to the hospital. They were asked you about all the various bruises on your body, but you weren’t worried about that. You wanted to know what that bleeding was. They kept you overnight.

In the morning they ran all kinds of tests and you got the most devastating news of your life. You had a miscarriage. The doctor said it was most likely caused by all the beating up your boyfriend had done to you.

You left the hospital and called your mom to see if you could stay with her for a couple weeks. At least until you could get things figured out. Of course, she welcomed you with open arms.

Weeks went by and you hadn’t done much. Work had given you the time off. It was embarrassing enough that your coworkers were the ones who had to take care of you when you went to the hospital.

After about 3 weeks, you got a text from your boyfriend. You shouldn’t even be calling him that, but you needed to tell him to his face that it was over. For good.

He wanted to meet up and talk about what had happened and apologize. You had no interest in what he had to say, but you had a couple things there you wanted to get, so your mom agreed to go with you.

When you went over there, at the time that he suggested, you walked into your old bedroom and he was in there with another woman.

You couldn’t believe it. You walked right back out.

“Y/N! Wait!” You heard him shout.

That was the last you ever saw of him.

***Backstory Over***

You were at work in the break room spacing off, as usual. This became a normal thing for you. Spacing off, thinking about the baby, Roman, your past. Just everything. You didn’t know what to do. You still haven’t responded to Roman yet. What would you even say?

While sitting there on your lunch break, you got a call from your OB-GYN. Your first appointment was set up for the baby. First ultrasound. You were so excited to see how baby was doing. But then Roman came to mind. Do you tell him? Invite him to the appointment? It’s not like he’s your boyfriend. You’re just really close friends with benefits. Besides, you’re not currently talking to him.

Your mother called you stubborn, and you were. But what would that say if you were to give in so easily? You refuse to deal with shit. Especially now that it wasn’t about you anymore.

You would do anything in this world to protect this baby.

So, you went to the first ultrasound appointment alone. You got to hear its heartbeat for the first time. It was one of the most happiest moments of your life. You were looking over at the screen while the nurse had the thing on your stomach and you looked over as if there was someone to share this moment with. But, there was no one. You were alone. That feeling didn’t feel so good.

The appointment finished and everything looked good. You got your ultrasound pictures and you couldn’t believe the little blob in the pictures was yours. You felt proud. You went to your apartment and hung them on your fridge.

That night while you were trying to sleep, you couldn’t help but think about how awful it felt to not have Roman there by your side to share that moment with you. He would have loved that. You felt kind of bad. He probably wanted to be apart of that.

While you were eating breakfast the next morning, you decided to send Roman photos from the ultrasound.

R -Are those yours?

Y/N -Yep. Baby’s doing well.

R -I’m glad to hear that. How are you doing?

Y/N -Okay. We should catch up next time you’re in town.

R -I’ll be in town next week. We’re in the UK on tour. I’ll text you then?

Y/N -Sounds good.

R -Been thinking about you a lot lately..

You left it at that. You didn’t talk to Roman until you saw him face to face at your favorite coffee shop. You didn’t get coffee though. Hot chocolate this time, to be safe. For the baby.

Roman handed you your drink and sat down across from you.

“So, how have you been?” He asked you.

“I’m alright. Busy. Work is crazy as usual.” You said.

Roman lifted his eyebrows and took a sip of his coffee, “Well I hope you’re not working as hard. Giving your feet some rest.”

You laughed, “I try. Sometimes I like to visit the old folks and they like to talk forever. So I get my breaks then.”

“That’s good, I guess.” Roman said, laughing.

This was nice. Just talking to him.

“How is the baby?” He asked, more serious tone.

You swallowed hard, “Doing well. Last checkup they said its progressing at the right rate. In a few weeks I have another ultrasound and will figure out if its a boy or a girl.” You said, looking down, holding your belly. Smiling.

“Really? Has it really been that long?” Roman asked, surprised.

“Yeah, I guess it has. Time flies.” You said.

It was silent for a moment.

“Well, I’m glad you’re doing well.” He said, “And you look good. Pregnancy looks good on you.” He smiled.

You blushed, “Thanks.”

Roman then drove you back to your apartment. You told him that you’d let him know if you needed anything. He had to go back to work tomorrow.

Weeks had passed and it was almost time for your next ultrasound. You had a lot of time to think these last few weeks, and you decided that you wanted Roman there with you this time. To find out what you were having. You wanted someone there to experience it with you.

You called your doctor and changed the day to 2 days later, that way Roman could come, since you knew he’d be home. Then you sent him a text.

-Ultrasound Wednesday at 10:15am. You can be there if you’d like.

Not even a minute later…

-I’ll pick you up

Wednesday was here and you were waiting for Roman to pick you up. You were feeling so many emotions. You were so excited to know what the gender of your baby was going to be. You were happy Roman was going to be there with you, but you were hoping Roman didn’t think anything of it. This baby was his too, so you wanted him to be involved. But you still had your guard up.

You heard a knock at the front door and Roman escorted you to his car.

He then started driving to the hospital.

“Thanks for picking me up.” You said.

“It’s no problem. It’s the least I can do. This is kind of my fault…” He said laughing.

“I mean, yes. But it is partially mine too.” You said.

“No matter who’s fault it is, it’s gonna be one damn good lookin kid.” He said.

You laughed and looked over at him, “What makes you think that? It could have an extra arm or four legs…”

“Eeesh. Don’t freak me out right before the appointment…” Roman said, grossed out. He was pulling into the hospital parking lot.

He helped you out of the car and tried to grab hold of your hand walking up to the main doors. You pulled away. You weren’t ready for that kind of thing yet. Roman then just shoved his hands in his pockets.

You got all checked in and sat down.

“I’m sorry, Roman, I’m just not ready for-” You began to whisper.

“It’s alright. I know. It was by bad. I’m sorry.” He said.

A few minutes later they called you back and got you all set up.

They squirted the jelly on your stomach and got started. Once you saw your baby on the screen, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. You were so happy. You looked over at Roman and he looked like he was going to cry. You reached over from the table and grabbed his hand.

“A very healthy baby.” The doctor said confidently.

“And there’s no extra limbs or anything?” Roman asked nervously. His eyes never left the screen.

The doctor laughed and reassured him that there were no extra body parts hanging anywhere.

“Would you like to know the gender?” The doctor asked.

You looked over at Roman and he looked at you, smiled and nodded. You then nodded at the doctor.

“It’s a girl.” He said smiling. “Congratulations.”

You brought your free hand to your mouth. You felt yourself start crying. You were having a little girl. Roman kissed your knuckles and you could see that he was all teary eyed as well.

After a second, he leaned, “We’re having a little girl.” He had a huge smile on his face. It was so contagious. You were smiling, but you were also crying still. This was such a happy moment. Nothing could ruin this.

You got all cleaned up and thanked the doctor and got your pictures.

Leaving the hospital, you were overjoyed. You were going to bring a little girl into this world. Now you couldn’t wait.

Roman was on his way taking you back home, “Want to get celebratory lunch? Celebrate our little princess?”

You smiled, “I would like that.”

So Roman treated you to lunch. Then he took you to a couple shops downtown and you got to pick out a couple things for the baby together. You have to admit, it was nice.

He carried everything inside and put it in the spare bedroom. You thanked him, hugged him, and he went on his way. Back to work.

It was so nice to have him there with you. And he seemed genuinely happy to see his baby girl. Maybe he really has changed. Maybe you should give him a chance. You had a lot of thinking to do.

The next couple months flew by and it was all the same. You worked, saw Roman when he was home. He brought stuff for the baby every time you saw him. This little girl was going to be so spoiled.

Now you were about 37 weeks pregnant and you were definitely feeling it. Feeling so fat. You were finally on maternity leave, so you could relax until baby girl came. She was so active. As if she was telling you she was ready to come into this world. But you were trying to keep her in there until full term, even though that wasn’t likely.

You had your hospital bags packed and ready to go because you didn’t know when this was going to happen.

One night you were having a movie night. Romance movies and junk food because you can. When you got up to go get the ice cream, you felt a pool of water around your feet. You knew exactly what that meant.

In a panic, you reached for the phone.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Roman,” You said, panting, “I need you. Baby girl is coming. Now.”

“Oh my god, okay. I will be on the first plane out of here. I will he there in a couple hours. Hold on! Call the ambulance! I’ll be there as soon as I can!”

You hung up and called 911. You didn’t have anyone else around you. That probably wasn’t very smart, but the ambulance came relatively quickly and took you to the hospital.

When you got all hooked up to all the machines and checked out, Roman showed up. Perfect timing.

“I’m here. What’s going on?” He asked, sitting next to you.

“Not much yet. My water broke, and I’m only a couple centimeters dilated. We have to wait a while longer until I can start pushing.” You said.

So, you did your waiting. It felt like it was taking forever. And it was painful. Roman never left your side. He held your hand when you needed it. Held you up. He was literally your support system. You were in so much pain.

When it was time to push, Roman stood by your head and held your hand tight, for your support.

It wasn’t easy, but after about 20 minutes you heard a little cry. They pulled your little girl out and handed her to you.

She was perfect. She looked just like Roman.

You couldn’t help but cry, “She’s p-perfect. Looks just like her daddy.”

Roman was looking down at her, taking it in.

“Yeah, she does, doesn’t she. Hi baby. I’m your daddy.” He said.

You both just looked at her. Then the nurses had to take her and look her over. Make sure she was healthy.

Now that you had a moment to breath, you leaned your head back.

You felt Roman grab your hand, “You did it. You brought our little princess into the world. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you. I did. And she looks just like you.” You said, smiling lazily.

Roman smiled.

“How about I let you get some sleep. I can get some time with both my girls in the morning.” He said.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead and let you sleep. He was going to stay in the chair across the room, for when they brought the baby in. It was the middle of the night anyway, but morning would be here before you knew it. You should get used to the short nights now.

You were so thankful to have Roman here by your side. You honestly weren’t sure if you could have done this without him. Sure, it was a bumpy road along the way, but that happens. No one is perfect. You thought he proved himself. You could see the change in his eyes when he looked at his little girl for the first time.

Maybe, if you let your guard down just this once, things will work out this time. You now had a little girl to think about. And you wanted her to have her dad involved in her life.

You’ve never been able to say it before, but now you were actually looking forward to the future.

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