A/N: This is a long chapter that took me a while to write, but I mostly want to warn you that I am British so sorry if I get any terms or the education system wrong.

Enjoy and please review!

Chapter two: My moods and me.

As Anthony sat up, he expected to be greeted by his parents happy faces and the morning sun, as he was most mornings, but was shocked to be greeted by Steve. A NAKED Steve at that. Then he remembered last nights happenings and threw himself down at the bed, in fear, frustration and excitement.

"My parents are going to kill me!"

"But I will protect you."

These words comforted Anthony, more than he thought they would be able too.

"I love you, and nothing is going too stop me from protecting and loving you.

I love you Tony."

At this Steve leaned over and gave Tony a kiss on the lips before getting up to get them tea and breakfast.

"If my parents ask, just say that you found me here last night and warmed me up and such, okay?"

"Yeah.

But why where you here last night?"

"I went manic.

You know, those moods Dad told you about."

"Well, I love you. Moods and all."

Steve leaned in and kissed Tony again before handing him tea and toast.

After a lot of explaining Tony finally got his parents to believe him and then he decided to go get some toast, dry this time, as he could not keep the piece he had earlier down. It could have just been nerves as he had to get his parents to believe that he hadn't had sex with Steve, so now he was hoping to have a piece that he could keep down before getting ready for school.

He failed to keep it down.

He decided not to tell his parents, as he often had moments like this that meant nothing, and because he didn't feel like being held at home. He was getting ready for a test as the classes he was doing where getting too easy again.

He never struggled at school, but it was recently his Dad allowed him to go into a higher year group. He wanted to try collage but his Dad decided it was best to go up slowly, so he was in a class with a bunch of fifteen year olds that hated him for being a smart nerd.

He was fine with the bullying as it helped him come up with anti bullying systems to put in his backpack. One of them shot water at the backpack intruder, one simply made it impossible to open, the most recent one covered his lunch in a disgusting spray and really hot sauce (that taught them to steal his food), the one he was working on at the moment would cover the intruder with itching spray. He was fond of coming up with ideas like this and would give the old ones to someone else who needed them when he came up with a new one. Now after going from there for two years his Dad was finally letting him apply for college.

It was ten weeks later when Tony started to worry about the vomiting. He hadn't really thought about it as Steve was always doing as he promised, coming out of nowhere and giving Tony kisses in empty halls out of the view of the cameras, often sweeping him off his feet or just plain making him shit himself as he made his Dad coffee.

He hadn't kept a meal down for weeks and it was really scary.

It was one Saturday after his lunch making a second appearance his parents wanted to talk to him.

"Anthony, is everything alright?"

"Yeah Dad!

Why?"

"You have been sick multiple times a day all week dear.

How long?

And why didn't you tell us?"

"Mom, I just.

I was scared, and well its been happening for ten weeks."

"How did Steve warm you up that night?"

"A blanket, and tea."

"THERE IS NO USE LYING ANTHONY!"

"Steve already told us the truth my sweet."

"Why?"

Howard and Maria looked ashamed as the tears of betrayal slid down Tony's face.

"We where concerned about you.

And you wouldn't tell us, so we talked to Steve and he was so worried about you."

"Please!

I JUST..

I JUST.."

"Tony, please we need to tell you the truth. I need to tell you the truth."

Howard left the room to go out to where Steve was in the living room.

"How did it go?"

"He has come clean now so that's a start."

"How do you think he will take the news?"

"Well, I doubt that he will take it well.

I mean we have lied to him about so much already, and well...

It's terrible that he has to find out like this."

"Yeah it is."

"Promise me."

"What?"

"Promise me that you will take care of him for me."

"I promise, no matter what he decides, I will always be there for him."

"Tony remember the bleeding you get every month?"

Tony nodded at the random question his mother was asking him as tears of Steve's betrayal where still running down his cheeks.

"Well its not from an injury like we said sweetheart. You are technically not male, but well, both male and female."

"WHAT?

You mean?"

"It is possible that you are pregnant."

Tony clamped his hand over his mouth as tears began streaming down his face again.

"Please don't cry so dear.

We can fix this, you can get rid of the baby and never have to think about it ever again!"

"No Mom!

I'm happy.

It's a baby!

And not a horrible illness!"

"I'm glad dear.

Now Steve is outside if you want to see him."

"You mean I get to stay with Steve?"

"Yes."

At this Tony ran out of the room without a moment hesitation, and was speeding across the room before pulling the blonde into a hug, fully aware of the precious cargo that was in his stomach.

They stayed in each others embrace for a moment before Maria pulled Tony away, and his arm's instantly clamped around her body as he silently shed tears of joy.

"Don't work yourself up like this dear.

We don't even know for sure that you are pregnant, and if you are it is not good for the baby."

Tony pulled away from his mother and sniffed as he accepted the tissue his Father handed him, before composing himself ready to speak.

"Sorry, it's just super exciting."

"Well you might want to save that energy for later son."

"Why?"

"Being pregnant means no coffee sweetheart."

"That is not as exciting."

Everyone chuckled at Tony's reaction as Steve began to guide Tony out the room holding the pregnancy test Maria handed to him a few moments before.

Half an hour later Steve was tucking in an over excited Tony into bed for a rest, and even though the teen was yawning his head off he insisted that he was perfectly fine and full of energy.

"Please baby.

You need sleep.

Please, for the sake of the baby at least lay down for a bit."

"But I am fine.

And I can't sleep with all the excitement."

"I know."

Steve sat down on the bed hugging his boyfriend, who was wrapped up in the covers as he sat on the bed holding the covers down, preventing Tony's escape on one side.

"Can you just rest for one moment.

I'm sure the baby's feeling sea sick with all the jumping around."

"I know...

...but...

...I'm not...

...tired..."

He yawned loudly as his eyes began to droop, and Steve kissed his and lied him down before leaving the room.

As the summer holiday began, Steve and Tony spent the first few days in bed caressing Tony's belly that now had a minor baby bump forming. After that they got a start on planing for the baby.

"Where will they sleep?"

"Well you can use the old temper tantrum room."

Howard cheerfully added himself to the conversation Tony and Steve where having in the hall.

"Great, but do we have to call it that?"

"Well it just got reclaimed as the nursery."

"Why was it called the temper tantrum room?"

"I was often dumped in there when having a tantrum so now it's trashed."

Just as they where about to enter the room next to Tony's, Maria came out of her room on the other side of Tony's door.

"Your thinking about the nursery!

Come, we still have Tony's old one set up so you can come see it for inspiration!"

As they walked down past Tony's room, past Howard and Maria's room down to the room next to it, Maria and Howard began chatting happily about a younger Tony.

"We did think about making it better for Tony to continue sleeping in when first grew out of it as we never wanted any more children, I am glad we kept it for memory sake."

"Yeah, memories of when Tony was cute and his mental health wasn't an issue!"

Howard and Maria chuckled at this comment while Steve walked on awkwardly, and Tony thought of a way to change the subject.

"Hey Mom, Dad have you seen this yet?"

Tony quickened his pace as he pressed his hand to his slightly swollen stomach. Causing Howard to smile while Maria got a lot more excited.

"Wow it is beautiful sweetheart!

So exciting!"

Maria looked at Tony with interest as she reached her hand out to her sons belly, not touching until she had received the nod of approval from him.

"Well, this is just amazing!

Oh, my baby is grown up, with his own baby growing."

Howard chuckled at the sight before gently pulling his happy wife away before showing the two boys the room.

It was white with a gold coloured strip across all the walls, with the gold going all round the windows that where currently covered by the gold curtains hanging off a detailed gold rail. The cot at the centre of the left wall was wooden with white paint and surrounded by white meshing that had delicate gold stars hanging off it down towards the cot. Next to it was a white set of draws with gold detailing, and on top of it was a star night light, a white hardback book of nursery rhymes, and two picture frames.

"This is a picture of Tony when we lost him once."

The picture was a baby Tony naked, in what Steve assumed was a cupboard, stuffing his face with chocolate.

"Wow, that sounds interesting."

Then Howard picked up the other picture on the shelf.

"This was Tony's first bath."

Steve looked at the picture of Tony in a bubble bath looking not pleased, but very cute.

"Adorable."

Steve was enjoying the tour, and it was nice to see Tony's parents remembering a time that they seemed fully happy with no troubles, but also he could tell how uneasy Tony felt about the situation as he stood looking uncomfortable in the doorway simply staring at the room. And after ten more minutes of cute photos and embarrassing story's, Steve excused himself from the room.

"Maybe you could show me our nursery now Tony."

Tony looked relieved as Steve guided him away from the room towards their nursery.

"Sorry that took so long."

Tony simply nodded as Steve whispered his apology, still not wanting to upset Howard and Maria, who where now sighing as they left their happy memories to go back to a time that was filled with pain even through the joy of their oncoming grandchild.

Tony also seemed pained to be back in a time where his parents had to go through so much so much shit just because of his head, but he was also glad that his imperfections brought some happiness to his parents.

As Steve pushed open the door all excitement was wiped away and replaced with shock and terror, as his mouth fell down hanging open after the smile that had painted his face seconds ago, making Tony grin at this reaction.

"Yep a mess!"

He switched on a light fully illuminating the room that had blue walls that where covered in graffiti and was cracking in places, on the right side of the room was a cupboard that had been toppled and stomped on alongside a shelf of toys that had been emptied to the floor, with multiple shelves cracked and snapped, there was also a toy work bench that looked as if Tony had managed to get a real welding torch to (he had when he was seven) and on the left side was a colourful table that was flipped over with legs snapped surrounded by snapped crayons and shredded papers, there was also a dress up rack with broken coat hangers and some oversized lab coats and overalls (once belonging to Howard) that had been shredded. At the end of the room where two boarded up windows barely covered by red curtains that looked like they had been attacked by a cat, and in between them stood a pristine bookshelf, the books on nursery rhymes and science all in perfect condition.

"Wow, we got our work cut out for us!"

"Yep, but you'll have to wait for a couple of weeks before you make a start."

"Oh yeah, your conference starts this week."

"Yes dear, we leave tomorrow.

Are you sure you will be okay at boot camp this time around though?"

"Yes Ma'am, me and Howard spoke to Fury and we got it covered."

"Yep, and remember that we will be staying a week or two longer this time so after camp you can start clearing and planing the nursery."

Then out of nowhere Tony piped up.

"I can't touch my toes anymore!

It is simply too painful and just impossible."

As he said this everyone turned around to see him demonstrate.