"Are you sure you're okay?" She heard Lydia asking one day during breakfast. Steve had a mission somewhere in Washington so the two of them could finally hang out. They hadn't planned much but watching their favorite show with sweets and popcorn and maybe talk about future, but it felt right to have someone close who wasn't her overprotective boyfriend. Not that she didn't love the father of her child, but he was extra careful with her since he was told about the pregnancy and it frustrated Chealsea. She wanted everything to be the same it was before the news and even though she knew it was going to be hard to pretend she wasn't five weeks pregnant with the child of Captain America's child, she needed a break. Just a day. With her friends. Maybe they will ask Barbara to join them too.

"Yeah." Chealsea raised her mug to her mouth when her phone began to vibrate in her pocket. She looked at the screen and couldn't help the smile that her lips formed. No matter how much she needed that break, oh god, she missed him so much. How could she feel two opposite feelings at the same time?

She heard Lydia muttering something about crazy lovebirds and mommy hen but she settled on ignoring her. She answered the call and sighed. "Is everything alright?"

"Good morning," Steve replied and the redhead could hear the smile in his voice. "Yea', just a simple mission."

Chealsea nodded. "Good morning to you too, by the way."

"I could imagine it being a way better morning. With you. Somehow."

The redhead rolled her eyes. His attempts of flirting with her sounded funny and completely weird. "Mhm-hm. I'm sure you can. Somehow."

"What're you doing?"

"Having breakfast," she said matter-of-factly. "It's nine in the morning, I'm sure as hell not playing strip poker with Lydia."

Lydia chuckled.

So the pregnancy made her even more sassy and sarcastic. The next eight months will be fun, she thought.

Steve snorted. "Strip poker?"

"I'll teach you," she replied cheekily then added, "but I got to go. Y'know, it's a very girly day aka we eat pizza and chocolate, watching a romantic comedy and talk about how useless men are without us."

"Sounds great." He cleared his throat, somehow sounding a bit nervous. "Have fun, babe. And take care of you. Both of you."

She blushed, giving her flat belly a look. Yes, she had to take care of Baby Rogers, too. "Okay. See you later."

"I don't think we will arrive before midnight, so I probably see you tomorrow."

"Do you want me to wait for you?"

"Of course not, you need sleep. I sleep at home."

"Okay."

"I love you," he said, making her heart melt. She will never get tired of hearing those three words. For the first time in forever she really did feel loved.

"I love you too,"

"Thanks for helping her," the words were hushed and whispered, came out of his mouth like a prayer as he stared at Barbara Morse's beautiful blue eyes. She was tall, blonde and brown freckles sprinkled across her nose – and it was not just about the incredible look she had. She was clever, strong, kind and totally not into him. He was a goner just by the mere presence of her. And she didn't want him, no matter how many times he asked for a date, she kept on saying no.

But he tried anyway.

Barbara shrugged casually. "That's my job."

"Nope," he smiled softly. "Can't you just let me be grateful and buy you a drink?"

She simply rolled her eyes. "I have to attend somewhere."

"Attend somewhere?"

"Congratulations Mr. Roth," she patted his shoulder, "you have just found the point. Thanks to your sister, I have to let Lydia Northwell use me as a Barbie doll for a whole night. They invited me for a 'really girly' day."

"Poor you," he mocked her. "I'd play with your hair, too."

"In a very different situation, I believe."

He sensed the warning tone she used, he simply didn't care. "You'd enjoy it."

"I'm sure," she assured him as she took off her lab coat, handing the white clothing to him. "And I hope you'll show yourself out."

"I could help you. Come with me."

"I know your type," the blonde sighed, "so don't expect me to say yes to you anytime soon."

"You know nothing about me," Nate disagreed. "You think you do, but you don't."

"You're a charmer," Mockingbird said. "Someone who plays with hearts but never stay. Someone who loves when everything's about him. Clever but too lazy to achieve higher levels than fucking around and seeking women's attention who are definitely not giving a shit about his enormous ego or clever mouth."

Nate swallowed an icy respond. He was not about to fight with a woman like her. She thought she knew everything, but no, she didn't.

"I won't give up without fighting," he called after her.

"I don't expect you to."

He was more than just a pretty face and a waste of space and as he watched her walking out of the room on her super high heels, he vowed to make her see it.

"It's nice to see you again," Lydia greeted Barbara with a light kiss on her cheek and much to the older woman's surprise she hugged her. "Come in, Miss Morning sickness is inside trying to find a movie."

"I hope we don't watch the Notebook again."

The brunette chuckled. "Why? Ryan Gosling is a sweetie pie."

Chealsea came out, cheeks flushed and laughter in her eyes. "Nobody says sweetie pie anymore."

"I can't afford to think like that."

"No. Not the Hunger Games," Barbara ran a hand through her blonde hair. "I know you love the books, but I definitely had enough of Finnick for the rest of the day."

The redhead sighed. "What did my brother do again?"

Mockingbird rolled her eyes, fixing her long curls before she entered Chealsea's bedroom with the girls behind her. "Nothing special."

"I guess you think too much about it," Lydia sighed, "and him."

Chealsea nodded. "This makes us think you actually like him."

"No I don't." The blonde sat down on the couch as her friend followed her. They sat with Chealsea on her right side and Lydia on her left. She avoided meeting their eyes. "Two years ago I was still married. I doubt I'm ready for a broken heart."

"Do you still not over with Clint?" The redhead pushed a strand out of her face, handing the other women two bottles of soda.

"Isn't he taken with Natasha Romanoff?" Lydia. Chealsea sent her a quick glare. "What? Even you see it."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean—"

"We are over," Bobbi echoed. "We couldn't save our marriage and I don't want to make the same mistakes again."

"But if you don't give him a chance you'll never know."

"I agree," Lydia clapped her hands together. "If you don't try you never know."

"But make him sweat if you really want it." Barbara smiled but shook her head. Chealsea touched her forearm. "Give it time. You'll see if you two would manage to break down your walls finally."

"Can we talk about something else?" She frowned. "Or should I say someone else?"

Chealsea blushed. "We are fine."

Lydia laughed. "Fine? Lovesick puppy dogs. He called him during breakfast and she was all blushing and drooling."

"Well, I guess he took the news right then."

"He of course was mad but," she heaved a deep breath, "I guess we will manage to get through this together."

"At least you're okay," Lydia smirked and Bobbi agreed with a nod. "Finally had the 'I love you' part?"

"Yeah."

"Aw," Bobbi playfully elbowed Lydia, "I think I have just won the bet."

"You did what?" Chealsea arched an eyebrow. "Oh god—you two made a bet! Holy shit."

"Is pregnancy makes her overreact things?"

Mockingbird snickered. "Shut up and give me the money."

"I feel like a bad mother," the brunette expressed her dissatisfaction. "I talked to her about how good fooling around is and now we have her pregnant. Now, I'm not happy they finally get through something everyone knew from the very beginning. "

"See the bright side," Bobbi encouraged her. "Pregnancy jokes for eight months. Isn't it great?"

Chealsea laughed. "Okay, guys. You two should shut up, like now."

Bobbi pouted. "Oh it's not that good now, right? Plus, I guess we missed a woman."

"Lydia, do you have anything to say to us?"

Lydia's smile faltered then completely faded.

"Lyds?"

"He's seeing someone," Lydia blurted out after a moment of tense silence.

"What do you mean 'seeing'?"

"Fucking around." Tears welled in her green eyes and Chealsea had to pull her closer. "I don't know what I was looking for, but on the collar of his shirt, you know Chealsea, the one he loves so much, I—I found lipstick mark."

"A lipstick mark? Are you sure it's not yours?"

"Yes," the other woman cried. "Cheap red stuff I wouldn't wear even if I'd be forced to. Besides, I checked his phone."

"Oh fuck."

"I know, I know I shouldn't have. But I had to make sure. So I did and found her."

"This is not the first time Lydia." Chealsea's eyes darkened. "I'm so going to cut off his eyes. And his bitch's."

"No you won't," she said immediately. "I will talk to him tomorrow. I just didn't want to be alone tonight."

"You won't be dearest," Bobbi joined the conversation again. "I've never had real friends, so it's pretty hard for me to act like—"

"You do have us now," Chealsea said. "And you don't have to act. We love you for yourself."

Barbara didn't say anything but was clearly moved by her words. Oh fine, she had friends now.

"So she's pregnant?"

Steve smiled slightly at the woman in front of him and much to his surprise, the blonde actually smiled back at him. "Yes, she is."

"But you still keep secrets," she sighed, "and you can be sure she will freak out when she gets to know about us."

Steve's smile faded. He knew she was right, but he just couldn't. "I know."

"You don't think she'd understand it, do you?"

"No," he said and raised up the sheets "she wouldn't."

Sharon touched his back. "What happened stays between us."

Steve nodded. "Y-Yeah."

A/N: Sorry for the delay. My notebook had to be fixed.

Thank you for staying with me. I don't even deserve you.