...Two Weeks later...
The past two weeks with Steve living with me seemed to only had been two hours at the most. Somedays were spent out and about in the town, teaching him about today's technology, today's lifestyles and such and to say he was a quick learner would be an understatement. And then there was most where we just laid around the house, learning about one another and just enjoying the company of someone who understood us and our interests.
Everyday I'd wake up to Steve fixing us breakfast, which had yet to be the same thing yet, him handing me a cup of coffee and he'd tell me the events of the morning paper. So today I decided to mix things up a little, and stayed up the whole night fixing the whole house for this day; Steve's birthday. Cake was in the oven, breakfast on a tray; his favorite, pancakes that were in the design of the american flag with one that resembled his shield with strawberries, blueberries and a glass of milk; decorations were up, gifts were wrapped and on the table. Today was going to be a good day I thought as I picked up the tray.
So what if it was six o'clock in the morning, that was sleeping in for Steve because I turned off his alarm clock. I made my way quietly and quickly up the stairs and into Steve's room, becoming more excited in each step I took. Slowly I opened his door and peered in, he was sound asleep. A sly smile crept over my lips as I shut it the door behind me and laid the tray on his nightstand.
I took a few steps back from the bed and took a running leap onto Roger's wrapped up form. I landed on his naked brick of a abdomen where he quickly awoke and grabbed my hips, keeping me in place. "What the hell?!" He yelled trying to regain himself.
I laughed as a response to him as his blue eyes rolled sleepily and fell back onto the bed, "Up and at 'em birthday boy, you may be ninety-two but that doesn't mean you can sleep in all day." I chuckled as he opened an eye and glared at me, his hands never leaving my hips.
"I'm too old for this birthday stuff, Kate" he yawned them gave me a sleepy half smile.
"Age is just a number, and I do believe you're stuck at 25 soldier. Now up," I pulled on his shoulders until he sat upright.
I crawled off of Steve and walked over to the tray of food, and picked the morning breakfast and placed it on his lap. "Happy birthday to you. . "I began in a sing song voice as he looked down at the food and smiled.
"You didn't have to do this, Kate. But thank you," He went to town digging in on the food like he had never eaten before, I rolled my eyes sitting next to him. The last thing he went for was the tall glass of milk, which he chugged down in a matter of seconds, pulling his lips away from the glass. A laugh escaped my lips as he looked at me with a large smile, the milk mustache growing. "What?" He asked.
I raised my hand to his face and wiped the white substance away, "The neighborhood cats would be in here any second attacking your face if you would have kept that on for much longer, Steve." I bit my lip and he rolled his blue eyes. "We would have to change your name to Captain Ameowica..." I couldn't contain myself anymore as he pushed me off his bed and towards the door.
"Get out of here and let me change, take some milk out to my adoring fans, and I'll be downstairs in a second." I raised an amused eyebrow as he smirked wittly and I turned towards the door. But before I could get the knob to click, he called out, "Hey Katlyn?" I poked my head back in.
"Yesss?"
"Do you smell that?" I creased my eyebrows taking in a big whiff.
"It smells like something burning... Oh crap! ALLY!.."
