It was hard to believe that the time that they had spent with each other had equated to over a year already. Time just flew by them.
The doctor came out of the room and stood over a nervous Steven Rogers who had his head bowed and his hands clasped together. The man looked up and stood up almost immediately, asking "How is she?" as calmly as he could.
The doctor smiled at him, his wrinkles giving a knowing smile while he nodded his head towards the door. "See for yourself." Steve nearly ran to the doorway and into the room. His eyes automatically went to the woman in bead holding a small bundle to his chest. His partner.
Peggy smiled tiredly while she rocked the small bundle of joy in her arms, humming softly. The captain approached with caution while his head was reeling in too many directions at once to keep up with. And through the fuzziness of it all, his eyes wandered to the pink blanket that was surrounding the bundle.
"Pick up your jaw, Captain." She commented, looking down at the bundle. "Staring is rude." The words sunk in after the moment and he gave a nervous chuckle, slowly making his way to the side of the bed while stuffing his hands into his leather jacket pockets. A pair of smaller baby blue eyes caught his, and when he looked up at them, they were staring back with curiosity. "That's Daddy," the woman whispered weakly. "That's your Daddy."
Steve couldn't help but to give a small content smile before leaning down and kissing the top of the woman's head. He finally had a family of his own, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
This one was fun to write and I think it's a tender moment that would happen had this AU headcannon actually happen and/or if Steve survived the plane crash and was still in the 1940s.
Tell me what you think? c: