November 18th

They're getting ready for bed when Steve asks. He knows he shouldn't ask because Tony has already answered the question multiple times with a 'no' but maybe if he persists Tony will get tired of hearing him ask. Tony is already unhappy with Steve for dragging him out of the lab, but Steve is Steve and he makes Tony behave. It's sort of like his job.

"Are you coming with me to the appointment tomorrow?"

Tony expels a long, dramatic sigh. "I already told you I have a meeting in the morning that I can't miss."

"But it's-" Steve cuts himself short and swallows hard.

"It's what?" Tony asks, his tone more gentle than before. He grabs his toothbrush and holds it under the automatic toothpaste dispenser, waiting patiently for Steve to finish.

"It's important to me and I'd appreciate it if you could have the meeting later in the day. Tony, I'm not even asking you to cancel it. My appointment's at nine and I would really like for you to be there. It's not going to kill you to shift your schedule around for one day."

As Steve says this his tone remains eerily stern and unwavering, but he's speaking so softly that Tony can barely hear him over the sound of the toothbrush against his teeth. But he does get the gist of what Steve's saying and after he spits in the sink, Tony tosses his toothbrush onto the counter and spins around.

"Alright. Okay, I'll come with you."

Steve's full, pink lips curl into a gentle smile as he stares at his husband across the room. He sits on the edge of the bed looking entirely prim and proper until Tony crosses and stands between his legs, burying his fingers in Steve's blond hair.

"Thank you," Steve whispers finally, looking up at Tony from underneath his eyelashes. He stands, pressing a chaste kiss to Tony's lips before rounding to his side of the bed and settling down on his side.

"He's kicking," Steve whispers, a hand settled against the side of his bloated belly. And soon enough Tony is there behind Steve and he can feel Tony's breath at his neck and Tony's hand resting protectively on his side and that thought alone is enough to lull Steve to sleep.


November 19th

"Steve. Steve." Tony groans, leaning down and nudging his husband's shoulder.

"Mm?"

"Get up. Why're you still asleep? It's past seven."

Steve turns onto his back with a little effort and pulls himself into a sitting position, squinting toward the window. "Why's it raining? It's s'posed to be nice out."

"You slept through Jarvis' weather report. Raining, high of 41 today. C'mon, I made you decaf." Tony stretches a hand out to Steve who takes it with a smile, climbing out of bed and kissing Tony fully on the mouth.

"What's the occasion?"

"Figured if I'm gonna do the right thing, come with you today, might as well do it right. I'm not cooking breakfast, though. That's where I draw the line."

Steve chuckles and kisses Tony's hair. "I'll make breakfast if you promise you'll actually eat it.

"I'll eat it. Promise. Shower first, though."

Steve surprises them both when he follows Tony into their bathroom. And he surprises them even more so when he finds himself on his knees in the shower, the hot water pouring over their bodies, Tony's stiff cock in his mouth and a trail of drool running down his chin.

Of course Steve is hard too, one hand wrapped around his dick, and the other steadying Tony's hips as Tony fucks his face relentlessly. Tony's almost there, he can feel it, and Steve can, too. He pulls back, running the blunt of his tongue along the length of Tony's cock, pressing teasing kisses to searing skin. He curls his fingers around Tony precisely, pumping in rapid movements until Tony comes with a shuttering groan, his semen fountaining over Steve's hand.

Steve whimpers because his own hand isn't good enough.

"Can you- again?" Steve asks breathlessly, looking hopefully up at Tony as his eyelashes clump together with the drops of water that rest on them.

Tony shakes his head sadly and Steve whines, biting his lip, because he really wants Tony to fuck him. He stands up carefully with Tony's help.

"Here," Tony says, taking Steve's shoulder and turning him around to face the tile wall. Steve feels Tony's fingers at his ass and hears a brief sucking sound before two digits slide into him. The fullness alone is enough for Steve to get off. Tony prods gently, taking precaution not to hurt Steve without the proper lube, and just nudges in tiny, smooth movements and Steve is there, his come splattering against the tile wall and getting washed down the drain seconds later.

Steve whimpers again, resting his forehead against the wall, and Tony presses up behind him to litter kisses on Steve's shoulders.


They're in the hospital now, sitting in the waiting room, and their interlaced fingers rest of the arm of Tony's chair. The silence between them is comfortable and Tony looks around because he's never been here before. The only appointment he's been to the entire time was when they learned that their baby would be boy. And even then Tony was rushing through the lobby looking for Steve frantically because he was late.

The hospital a sterile place and Tony doesn't like it. It's so clean and the floors are tile when he thinks they should be carpet. Something about it just offsets him and he doesn't know what it is, but Steve seems to be okay and that's enough for Tony.

They're waiting for twenty minutes, maybe less, when the door opens and: "Stark-Rogers?"


A/N: So, sadly, this has come to a close. I said it'd be a ficlet and so I'll leave it as this, but if you don't already know what happens be sure to read Lullaby. Thanks for sticking with me through this!