**A/N: I can guarentee that there will not be an update next week. I've been battling a head cold, turned into a chest cold for five days now and I just basically lie around knitting and sleeping all day like an old person.

Chapter 2- Sorrow

/ˈsärō,ˈsôrō/. noun. a feeling of deep distress caused by loss, disappointment, or other misfortune suffered by oneself or others.

When Bethany pulled up to the Facility, Jamie was sound asleep. What she really wanted to do was bring him home to let him sleep soundly in his bed, but she knew she had a few things to take care of at the Facility. Opening up the diaper bag, she took out the small blanket and used it to cover Jamie's body in the car seat before disconnecting it from the seat. They never really carried him around in it, but she didn't want to jostle him anymore than necessary. As soon as she stepped into the Facility, the hologram image of CHRIS appeared in front of her.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Rogers. Is there anything I can do for you today?" The image asked her politely.

"Do you know where Steve is?" Bethany asked, shifting the baby carrier in her grip.

"Captain Rogers and the rest of the Avengers are in their flat," CHRIS replied. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Uhh," Bethany began, looking around to make sure they had accurate privacy. "Can you compile a list, and keep it updated of any services, websites or devices that contain… Uhh… inappropriate images or videos of Steve, I and the entire team… Or our likeness, names and costumes at least. Then give them to me and I'll deal with them. Do you understand what I'm referring to?"

"We have the same thought pattern, Mrs. Rogers, I certainly do. I will get to work on that right now," she promised.

"Thanks CHRIS," Bethany breathed before the holographic image flickered out. Bethany let out a deep breath before starting up towards the living quarters.

"Bethany!" She heard Jen calling her. Bethany turned to face her with a smile. "Long time, no see!"

Bethany offered her a one-armed hug. "Since before Thanksgiving, right? Yes, because I never asked you how Thanksgiving dinner with Javan's family was."

"All together pretty well. We stayed there for a week after that. I got to know her and her family a little more. I probably should have explained to Theo that Javan and I are dating before we went though, since people keep asking him how he felt about his Mommy dating a woman," Jen explained.

"Yeah, I can see how that would confuse him," Bethany admitted.

Jen shrugged, looking down at Jamie's sleeping face and smiling. "He's okay with the concept, he just was very confused. He does like Javan though, so that's good."

"Well, I'm happy for you," Bethany replied honestly. "Sounds like everything is going uphill."

"We're even going back for Christmas. Theo is pretty excited since Javan has a nephew that's his age."

"That's great, Jen," Bethany smiled. "Come over for dinner sometime this week, okay? Bring Theo and Javan."

"Sounds like a plan," Jen nodded before giving her one last smile and leaving. Bethany checked to make sure Jamie was still sleeping soundly before she continued up towards the living quarters. When she entered the apartment, Wanda looked up at her and gave her a soft smile. She was working at the kitchen island, presumably on homework, but the rest of the room was quiet.

Bethany walked over, looking at what Wanda was working on. She was practicing her basic math problems so that she could ideally get her GED soon. "You forgot to carry the two," Bethany reminded Wanda, touching the girl's hair softly as a mother would to her daughter.

"Oh," Wanda replied, realizing that Bethany was right. "Thank you. I couldn't figure out what I did wrong."

"That's what I'm here for," Bethany smiled at her. "Where's Steve?"

"In his office," Wanda replied. "Sam is in his room, but I don't know where everyone else is."

"Are you coming over for dinner tonight?"
"Am I invited?" Wanda asked, smiling slowly.

"You're always invited," Bethany promised. "I'm making fajitas."

"I'll be there," Wanda nodded before Bethany headed towards Steve's office.

He was hunched over a file folder, which was a very typical thing for Steve to do. Old habits die hard, and he much preferred to read something on a piece of paper than on the computer screen. Catching her out of the corner of his eye, he looked up with a smile. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Bethany said honestly. Steve stood up, clearing some space on his desk so that Bethany could place Jamie's portable car seat carrier down upon it.

"The entire team had things that they had to do," Steve began, leaning to kiss Bethany softly. "So we decided to take a day away from training. I see someone had a busy day," Steve chuckled, touching Jamie's foot softly.

"He waited until we got into the car," Bethany said with a shrug before looking around Steve's office. She hadn't been there since he decorated. He had random sketches and photos around the room, the majority of them being of her and Jamie. Right next to his monitor, he had a picture of her right after she had given birth. Her face was swollen, red and sweaty but she had a huge smile splitting her face. In her arms was a bundled up Jamie. You could barely see any of his skin. Next to her sat Steve, one arm around her, the other around Jamie, looking like he had just been shown the wonders of the world.

"It's nice in here," Bethany approved. "Why didn't you set this place up at home?"

"Because I didn't want to bring work home with me if I didn't have to," Steve explained, sitting back in his chair, pulling Bethany down with him. "I'd rather leave it here."

"I appreciate that," Bethany said softly. "Thank you."

"Of course," he replied in a whisper, leaning his forehead against hers. "Natasha isn't here, by the way. She just left. She didn't say why, but said she'd talk to you tomorrow about her question. Which I still don't know what it is, by the way."

"Okay, well I didn't just come for her," Bethany began, but Sam walked up to Steve's office.

"Sorry to interrupt," Sam said honestly, but with some urgency in his voice. "Steve, can I see you for a moment?"

"Yeah, of course," Steve replied, Bethany getting off his lap to let him follow his friend out. Bethany sat in the chair, swivelling from side to side lightly before the file folder in front of her caught her eye. She leaned in carefully, reading the label. BARNES, JAMES BUCHANAN SGT.

Pulling the file from the desk, she opened it on her lap, looking at the pages of information within the file. Some of the pages Bethany recognized from SSR, SHIELD and HYDRA files, but there were some newer pages of possible sightings, and even mission reports that the Avengers ran specifically with the intentions of catching Bucky. All of this was new information to Bethany. She knew that Steve wanted to find him and had been keeping tabs on possible sightings, but she didn't know that he was truly, actively trying to find him and was getting the rest of the team to help him. The latest mission was only a week ago.

Bethany sat there, reading as much as she could before Steve came back. She was a little hurt that he had kept this information from her. Was she that cruel and evil that Steve couldn't confide in her that he was searching for his best friend? Had her past attempt to keep Steve away from Bucky—at Bucky's request that is—made Steve believe that he couldn't trust her with this information? That she would do it again? She knew that if she hadn't done anything in the first place, there was a chance that Steve may have already found and helped his friend, but that was only speculation.

"Sorry about that," Steve said as he came back in. Bethany looked up at him, the look in her eyes making him take half a step back. She was fuming. "What's wrong?"
Bethany closed the file, showing him the cover. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Steve sighed, his shoulders falling in a slight defeat. "I didn't want you to worry about it."

"Bullshit," Bethany disagreed. "I don't believe that for one second. Tell me the truth, Rogers."

Steve took the folder from her, looking at it intently, as if the answer to her question was written on it. "I don't know," he finally admitted with a sigh.

"Is it because I kept him from you before?" Bethany asked, her hurt clear in her voice.

"That's part of it, I guess," Steve allowed. "But I didn't do it to hurt you. I guess I felt like if I told you, you'd try to convince me not to. That if he wanted to be found, he would make it easier."

"Well, that's true," Bethany defended herself. "But he attacked me Steve… remember that? I know it wasn't him, but if the Winter Solider can just emerge from within him, he's dangerous out there. We're lucky it was me. It might not be next time. But I know you want to find him because he's your friend."

"You think I'm comfortable knowing that a dangerous assassin walks the streets?"

"You take more interest in him than the others," Bethany reasoned, gesturing to the other file folders on his desk, all of which were considerably smaller. "I'm not judging; I'm just trying to understand why you didn't tell me. I would have helped you."

"I don't want you to," Steve admitted slowly. Bethany leaned back in the chair, her face showing just how hurt she was by his statement. "Doll Face, I want you not to worry any more than you already do, to be at home and not thinking about work whenever you can. I don't want to drag you back into this."

"But it's Bucky, Steve," Bethany reminded him. "He's your best friend and our son's namesake. And you not wanting to tell me or let me help you makes me feel like you don't trust me."

Steve sighed before dropping the file folder on the desk and leaning by Bethany's feet. "I trust you," he told her passionately, taking her hands in his. "I just… had a lapse of judgment."

Bethany kept him waiting for a few seconds before smiling at him. "Well, it's not like that's never happened to me or anything," she teased.

Steve chuckled, bending his head down to kiss her hands. "I won't keep it from you from now on, okay?"

"I trust you," Bethany teased him again, flashing him a quick wink.

"I'm done here, if you want to go home," Steve suggested. Bethany was silent for a moment before nodding slowly. She knew that she still had one more thing to talk to him about, but talking to him about it at home would be much easier.

When they got back to the house, they first went to place Jamie in his bed. He stirred softly, but Bethany's voice carefully lulled him back to sleep. Bethany wanted to ensure that it was just her and Steve. She wanted no interruptions. She needed his full attention, and truthfully, she didn't want any distractions to take away her courage.

"Let's go downstairs," Bethany whispered to Steve, intertwining her hand with his. She pulled him down the stairs, but when they arrived in the kitchen, Steve wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head to her collarbone, laying a soft, tickling kiss to her sweet spot

She bit her lip, closing her eyes and letting the pleasure travel through her, but she quickly remembered that she couldn't get distracted. "No, no, no," She quickly said before twisting out of his arms and putting a fair distance between the two of them.

"Wh-what?" Steve asked, completely frazzled. "What did I do wrong?"

Her shoulders fell a little, deflated that he felt like he was in the wrong. "Oh, babe. Nothing. You did nothing wrong."

It took Steve a moment before a slight frown took over his face. "What did you do wrong? Beth? What did you do?"

"Nothing!" Bethany defended herself. "We did nothing wrong, but… I'm going to tell you something that you're not going to like."

"And… neither of us did anything wrong?" Steve asked, clearly confused. Bethany stepped forward, taking his hands in hers and sitting in a kitchen table chair. Steve followed her actions, waiting patiently for her to begin.

"There's… Okay, some of the mothers today told me that there's… well, there're some things on the internet of us- well, not us. People pretending to be us, and the rest of the team, doing some… well, not so innocent things."

Steve's frown deepened. "Like saying bad things? Doing bad things?"
"N-Well, yeah. Bad things, I guess. Umm… doing private things," Bethany explained, not wanting to come right out and say it, but knowing by the look on Steve's face, she'd have to. "Porn, babe. It's role-play Avengers porn."

"Oh," Steve said, his entire face and ears turning bright pink. He leaned back in his chair, his hands slipping from Bethany's.

"Listen, I'm getting CHRIS to compile a list of every device, every website any of it is on. Since she can't travel through the internet, I'll have to go in myself and erase all the existing content, and find out if there's a way we can file a lawsuit so it doesn't happen again. Steve?"

"Hmm?" Steve asked, having zoned out.

"I'm taking care of it," Bethany told him softly. "Okay, don't worry about it? It's not like it's actually us. People know that it's not us. Maybe people who look like us and dress in our uniforms, but not actually us, okay?"
He nodded softly, but Bethany could barely see it. "I'm uh… I'm going to go for a run."

"Steve," Bethany sighed when he stood up. She knew very well that he went on runs when he needed to clear his head or when he needed an escape. "Please don't. Stay, let's talk about this."

"No, Beth…" He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I just need some air."

Bethany said nothing as she watched him leave through the backyard. Setting her elbows on the kitchen table, Bethany placed her head in her hands, gripping at her roots. She knew he wouldn't react well. There was a lot that Bethany was able to modernize Steve with, but he was firmly against porn. A naked picture of his wife was one thing, but watching people in intimate moments was another. Even if they wanted other people to watch it, Steve believed it should be private. Bethany honestly didn't care that much, but she knew that the private intimacy meant a lot to Steve, and therefore, it did to her as well.

She sat there for minutes on end until a hurried knocking sounded at her door. Pulling herself out of her pity, she answered the door, a frantic Kiley rushing inside. "Come in," Bethany said sarcastically as Kiley was already taking off her shoes.

"Sam asked me out," Kiley explained, leaning against the closet.

Bethany slowly closed the door, a shocked look on her face. "And what did you say?"
Kiley's slightly parted mouth snapped shut, her eyes widening a little. "Nothing. I came straight here. Shit."

Bethany couldn't help but laugh. "Come on in," Bethany encouraged her, leading her to the kitchen table. "You just ran away?"

"Yes..?"

"I can only imagine what Sam's thinking about right now," Bethany chuckled. "What went through your mind?"

"That I needed to talk to you," Kiley admitted. "Probably not what should have gone through my head. I panicked."

"Well, do you like his company?" Bethany prodded.

"Of course," Kiley nodded. "But I don't know if I want to be in a relationship with him."

"Because of Bucky?" Bethany asked carefully.

Kiley was silent, which prompted Bethany to get up and make some tea. They said nothing as Bethany went about the kitchen. When the tea was ready, Bethany placed their mugs on the table and sat in front of Kiley. "It's okay if it is," Bethany promised. "You're allowed to still have feelings for him. Negative. Positive. Sam's a really great guy. If you tell him 'no' and tell him why, he'll understand. And will make sure that nothing changes between the two of you."

"I know," Kiley nodded, giving her a weary smile. "He really is great. And that's why I feel like I should say 'yes'. He's good for me. He's always so happy and positive. Even after I have a nightmare, he knows what to do to make me feel better. And he calls me 'Kiles'. I don't know why I like it when he calls me that, but I do."

"Then say 'yes'," Bethany reasoned. "You deserve to be happy. But tell him you need to take it slow. Or fast. Or however you feel you need to go. Okay?"

"Okay," Kiley nodded.

Bethany took her phone out of her back pocket, sliding it across the table towards Kiley. "And maybe you should call him."

"Yeah," Kiley chuckled, taking a sip of her tea before taking Bethany's phone and slipping outside to call Sam. Bethany took her mug in both hands, bringing it to her lips and blowing off the steam while smiling, happy that at least someone's love life was on track.

At first, Bethany wasn't sure if Steve was doing it on purpose or not, but he hadn't touched her since she told him. Whether it was intentional or not, it was very hurtful for her. She hadn't really noticed it until they went to bed that night. Bethany, as per usual, had curled up to Steve's side, but he had made no effort to curl up to her, or even wrap her closer to him like he usually did. It was like cuddling with a textbook, that's how stiff his entire body was. And when Jamie came into their room, begging to be let into the bed, Steve almost seemed grateful, placing the boy in between him and Bethany. Bethany didn't want to say anything, hoping that it wasn't intentional at all, and not willing to chance a fight if that was the case. Jamie had curled up to his mom, cuddling with her, which definitely helped her feel better.

But the next day, it continued. Steve went through his normal morning routine, bringing Bethany up a coffee mug and placing Jamie on their bed so he could go to work, but he didn't kiss her. It felt like a slap to the face. She had done nothing wrong and yet she was suffering the consequences. She immediately got out of bed to get ready, knowing that she needed to start working on the list CHRIS was compiling as soon as possible, hoping to end this frustrating issue.

She had spent the majority of the morning working on it, while having to entertain Jamie at the same time. There was only so long that he could be entertained while drawing or watching television. Finally, at noon, Bethany closed her laptop and packed her and Jamie a simple lunch. Bundling him up, she took his hand and the two of them ventured out towards the Facility. There was no snow on the ground yet, but they were expecting the first real snowfall to happen any day. Typically, Bethany was okay with a Christmas with no snow, but now that Jamie was big enough to actually play and enjoy the snow, she was anticipating it.

"And what does a dog say?" Bethany asked Jamie as they continued their walk. She was trying to teach him the sounds the animals made, and while he could now easily recognize what each animal was when Bethany showed him pictures, he was having a harder time with the sounds they made. "Do you know? It's 'woof'. Can you say 'woof', Jamie?"
Jamie just stopped in his place, holding his arms up. "P'up Mumma," he whined. Bethany willingly picked him up into her arms, kissing his cheek.

"Okay, how about a cat? What sound does Molly make, Munchkin?"

"Meow!" Jamie answered, excited to know the answer.

"Good boy," Bethany congratulated, kissing him again. "Okay, how about a cow?"

Walking up to the ramp to the Facility doors, Bethany kept on testing Jamie. She knew that Steve would probably be in the training room, so she immediately headed there. Steve was alone in the room, hunched over a tablet, seemingly studying something. Bethany put Jamie down and he immediately took off in Steve's direction.

"Daa-dee!" Jamie yelled out happily, grabbing Steve's attention. Steve threw Jamie into the air when he reached his arms, earning a loud spurt of laughter from Jamie, but when Steve looked at Bethany, he looked anything but happy.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone even.

Bethany was taken back, but walked towards him steadily. Clearly she wasn't imagining his distance and this was proof of that. "I was working all morning, and I thought Jamie could stretch his legs a little and get some fresh air. I didn't realize I needed to tell you when we were visiting, you've never had an issue with it before. I thought you'd want to see your son."

"I do," Steve replied curtly.

"Oh, so it's just me you don't want to see? Gotcha," Bethany replied, trying to be strong. She dropped the lunch bag by Steve's feet. "Okay, well I'll just leave the two of you then."

"Beth, that's not what I meant," Steve sighed as she began to walk away. "Beth, wait!"

"No, Steve," Bethany called over her shoulder. "You needed your run, and I need the afternoon."

Bethany didn't let herself cry as she left the Facility and walked back to the house. She knew the thing that she had to do was simple; finish with the damn list. The sooner this problem was resolved, the sooner she wouldn't feel like a complete piece of shit. She didn't think Steve would ever make her feel so little about herself, especially over something she had no control over. She could only assume it was because every time he saw her, he thought about people dressed like them, re-enacting what they may or may not do behind closed doors, but him pushing her away wasn't fixing anything.

Steve had barely said anything to her when he came home. In return, Bethany barely said anything back. Dinner was spent listening to the scrapping of their forks and Jamie's babbles mixed with real words. Since Jamie had spent the afternoon at the Facility, he eventually fell asleep in his high chair, since he hadn't got a nap. Steve had gone up to bring Jamie to his bed while Bethany cleaned up their dishes. She knew they had to talk, but she didn't want to bring up the conversation first. In her opinion, Steve owed her an apology and until she got that, she wasn't willing to say anything.

"Can we talk?" Steve asked when he came back down the stairs. Bethany turned from her position at the sink, leaning against the counter. She said nothing in response, but looked at him expectantly. "I'm sorry," he began. "I have no reason to be angry with you. But every time I look at you, I get angry."

"Do you know how much that hurts?" Bethany demanded, filled with sorrow. "All I did was be honest with you, which is exactly what you wanted me to do, and what do I get? You getting mad at me every time you look at me, even though I did nothing wrong."

"I know," Steve replied, stepping forward. Bethany was starting to feel the emotions of the day taking its toll on her. Tears were starting to swell in her eyes, but she was still furious with him. She was certain her face was red from rage. "I was wrong, and I'm admitting it to you. I'm sorry. I had no right to be mad at you. You've done nothing but try and help-"

"Yeah, and in case you were wondering, I was able to successfully create a program to erase and block any future content," Bethany stated before crossing her arms.

"That's great," Steve smiled softly. "And that makes me feel even worse about myself. Beth, I still love you. That hasn't changed. I'm just so…" He stopped for a moment, his jaw hardening and his fists clenching. "It's private stuff. It's our stuff."

"Steve, it's not us," Bethany reminded him. "It's people pretending to be us. I don't know, because they think we must be hot in bed or something. I can't tell you why, but those people are people just like us, enjoying sex. Maybe a little too much."

"But I keep thinking about people pretending to be me doing things… I'm sorry, Beth. This isn't your fault, I know that. And I guess you have a point. Maybe I am overreacting a little, but I can't help it. It's who I am."

"I know," Bethany said, with a soft smile. "That still didn't make you being mad at me right."

"I agree," Steve whispered.

"It just…" Bethany began, getting cut off by her emotions bubbling up. "I got scared. Scared you'd never touch me, kiss me, hold me again."

Bethany raised a hand to her face, sniffing and wiping away her stray tears. Steve closed the gap between them and pulled her tight into his arms. She immediately melted into his embrace, feeling her tears continuing to fall down her face. "I've got you," Steve whispered to her, squeezing her tight. "Okay? Don't ever think that I want to let you go. I never do. Some days it feels like I never will."

Bethany said nothing, but slid her arms up towards Steve's neck, pulling herself up onto the tips of her toes. She felt him kiss the top of her head, and she immediately felt so much better. And while she knew this didn't exactly make up for the way he had been treating her, it just felt so good to be in his arms. She didn't realize just how much she needed physical affirmations before now, but she had missed his soft random touches throughout the day. Being in his arms now, him gripping her as if his life depended on it, it made her feel so loved and wanted.

"Mumma?" They heard Jamie asked. Steve sighed, reaching into his back pocket and taking the baby monitor out as Jamie continued to call for him.

"Why don't you go put him back to sleep and I'll finish down here and then meet you in our bedroom?" Steve suggested quietly.

"Okay," Bethany agreed. It took a few seconds for Steve to relinquish his grip from her, but he tilted her head up and gave her a soft kiss before letting her go upstairs.

"I love you. Please never forget that," Steve whispered to her.

"I'll try," Bethany smiled softly to him before quickly slipping up the stairs. "I'm coming, I'm coming," she called out to Jamie. Jamie was standing in his doorframe, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing out of bed, mister? Come on, you need your sleep."

Bethany scooped him into her arms, closing the door, just leaving a small crack of light into the room and sat in the rocking chair in the corner. Bethany held him against her chest, rubbing his back as she rocked back and forth, humming to him softly. After a spell, the melody turned into a familiar song and Bethany quietly sang the lyrics. "Safe in Mommy's arms, safe in Mommy's arms. I will never be afraid. No, I will never be afraid for I am safe in Mommy's arms. So rock me gently, gently Mommy. Rock me gently off to sleep. Rock me gently, gently Mommy. And pray the Lord my soul to keep, for I am safe in Mommy's arms…"

Bethany stayed in Jamie's room, rocking him for a very long time. She wanted to make sure he was soundly asleep before she placed him back in his bed… and she may have drifted off a little. Cradling his head, she carefully got up and placed him in his bed. She pulled the blankets up and tucked him in tight before pushing some of his curls away from his face. She would have to cut it soon, as the curls were starting to become weighed down, and she loved when they bounced when he laughed or ran.

Tip-toeing out of his room, she frowned when she noticed the light to their bedroom was off. "Steve?" She whispered, making her way into the room. Seeing a dim light from the closed bathroom door, and the soft hum of jazz, she cracked open the door. She couldn't help but chuckle as she saw Steve in a mountain of bubbles in the tub, with two champagne flutes in his hands, candles all around the room. There were even small red petals leading from the door to the tub.

"Come get in here," Steve told her with a smile. "I'm making it up to you."

Bethany scratched the back of her neck. "Where did you get the flowers from?"

"It's uh… it's the satin petals from the plastic poinsettias," Steve exclaimed sheepishly.

Bethany chuckled, pulling her sweater off her body. "You owe me new poinsettias then, Rogers."

"I think I can arrange that," Steve confirmed, watching as Bethany then took her pants off, standing in front of him in her underwear.

"Maybe some new Christmas lights too?" Bethany asked seductively, reaching back to unclasp her bra.

Steve couldn't help but laugh. "Anything you want, Doll Face."

"Oh, anything, huh?" Bethany asked slipping out of her bra, followed by her underwear. "Is there a limit?"

"What kind of husband would I be if I did put a limit on it?" Steve replied. Bethany smirked, stepping into the bubbles, the warmth of the water filling her body with pleasure. She lowered her body into the bubbles, leaning back into Steve's embrace. He handed her a champagne flute and then wrapped his free arm around her waist. "Am I forgiven?" He whispered into her ear.

"I guess so," Bethany teased, taking a sip of the champagne. "What kind of wife would I be if I didn't accept this wonderful gesture as an apology?"
"In all seriousness, I am sorry," he told her seriously. "I hate when I hurt you. When I make you cry. You don't deserve it."

"I know you love me," Bethany promised him. "And I understand why you're upset. But I can't have you avoiding me."

Steve kissed the crown of her head, pulling her closer to his body. "I know, I won't anymore. I promise."

"Good," Bethany said with a smile, turning her head so she could kiss him softly. They sat listening to the jazz music, sipping their booze until both flutes were empty and they placed them on the ground. "So what exactly can I get out of getting everything I want? New shoes?"

"New boots," Steve corrected. "It's about to snow, so new boots is okay."

"What about a new jacket?" Bethany pushed, just wanting to know how much she could get.

"As long as it's a winter jacket," Steve allowed.

"What about a new car?" Bethany tried. "My lease is up soon, so we should upgrade to something more suitable for a family."

"Well, I think that's needed, so it's fine," Steve reasoned.

"But can I pick it out?"

Steve chuckled. "It's your lease, of course you can."

"It's ours since we're married," Bethany teased him. "Okay, okay, what about a baby? Can I have a baby before next May?"

Bethany waited patiently for Steve to say something, anything, but silence just filled the room. Bethany knew it was a long-shot, but she had to ask anyways. "I'm sorry. I know I'm supposed to be patient, but I had to ask."

"I just don't think it's the time," Steve sighed.

Bethany shook her head lightly. "So you keep saying, but I still firmly believe that it'll never be a good time and we shouldn't let that keep us from having kids."

"You really want this, don't you?" Steve asked quietly.

Bethany smiled fondly, thinking about Jamie playing with the kids from Mommy and Me. "I just… when I see him with those kids, playing fairly with them, it just warms my heart. And with the littler kids, he's so gentle and caring. I just can't help but think about what an amazing big brother he'd be. But if you want to wait, then we'll wait. I have to respect that."

Silence fell over them again and Steve thought back to when Bethany first told him she was pregnant. He was overwhelmed with joy. He could barely think straight, everything just focusing on the fact that she had a little baby inside her. And when Jamie was born… Even though he and Bethany were on bad terms, they had come together in that moment, welcoming their son into the world. When he first held Jamie in his arms, he was filled with so much pride and love… more love than Steve thought was possible for something that had literally done nothing but exist. That moment, of holding Jamie in his arms for the first time, knowing that the boy was depending on him for everything… nothing could compete with that feeling.

"Okay," he finally whispered a few minutes later.

"Okay what?" Bethany asked tiredly.

Steve took in a deep breath before telling her. "Let's have another baby."

The water swished as Bethany turned around to face Steve. Her face showed shock, but there was no hint of a smile. "Don't you play with me, Steve."

He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm not. This is what you want, and I'd be lying if I said I don't want another one. Things have been good, all things considered. And you're right; we can't let not knowing what will happen in the future affect when we have a baby. Let's do it."

"Really?" Bethany asked, a smile taking over her face.

Steve cupped her face kissing her softly. "I wouldn't tease you like this. We can start trying next week, once you finish your next period."

"Or we could start now," Bethany suggested seductively, but her large smile made her come off as adorable opposed to sexy.

Steve chuckled, kissing her again. "I love you, Doll Face."

**A/N: I know that many of you have been waiting for that. I've got things planned ;)

MaddazaHatter: Glad you're enjoying the ride!

lenabui98: And I'm excited to write it!

Guest: Considering I struggle to get chapters updated on here, using another platform would just complicate my life more than I need to.

Jo: Haha yes, he's too smart for his own good

anonymouscsifan: Jamie will be Bethany's NUMBER ONE concern throughout the Civil War plot. Basically all her decisions are what Bethany thinks is best for her son.

Chokomon: Because I'm an adult :P Not sure when I learned what it meant but it was a loooonnngg time ago

anette: Haha, yes I've seen them before :P