Cream-colored walls decorated with Steve's many artworks—mostly composed of portraits inspired by his lovely wife he married three years ago—is what surrounded the two of them now, inside their humble abode, with him sitting on the couch on this sunny Saturday afternoon as his other half stood by the counter aisle of their kitchen, fixing the plates of snacks she prepared for the movie night she also insisted to have tonight even though there's nothing special to be celebrated. It's the 18th of June, weeks earlier for his birthday and months away from their fourth anniversary. Perhaps she just got in the mood to eat. He had been so worried over her for the past few months because she barely eats anything and at times would eat excessively, even ask for foods she never ever ate and every week her cravings get much weirder. And guess what? She hates peanut butter sandwiches except if he's the one who's making them for her.

There's not much that's changed except for her surname. That it's now Rogers.Mrs. Natasha Romanoff-Rogers, he smiled at the thought. Their partnership is still as it was fourteen years ago and there wasn't a lot of adjustments since they've practically been together forever and those years they had to run served like a training ground for marriage. How they are so used to sharing everything from food to bed to smiles and breath... that's just his life now, it always has been. That reason alone is what kept him fighting for the slightest chance of getting her back, because life will never be the same without the one person he always called home. With her, he is at peace. And he could never ask for more.

After his brave confession at Vormir, Nat still had some bullets to fire. Contradictions and doubts. Her so-called "fair reasons" as to why she shouldn't be the one he is choosing, starting from the fact that she can never bear children. That kills his dreams of twins and grandchildren, she said. Yet his affection doesn't go that shallow for her. He was willing to take whatever she could give. Despite that, she still reasoned, saying that she was trained for survival (as if he didn't know that), that she wouldn't make a great life partner; she can't cook very well, she's not used to cleaning the house, if they have a fight she'd probably get a gun instead of trying to verbally fix it. But look at her now, five years an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., three years his better half, and looks like she just took a lifetime training course in housekeeping. Ever since they married—actually, even before that—she has been pals with Peggy, and because of the fact that they're both too tough to handle a single teacup with much care, they've decided to train together in the field of becoming wives. Not that they believe their worth and capability shall be degraded because of a matrimony that happened, but they wanted to take care of their husbands the best they can. Peg got married a year earlier to Daniel and that man is just every woman's dream. He didn't let his wife lift a finger as long as he could do the chore but she knew his adorable husband would not forever be strong with a single foot. Besides, if they think of making a family then he will surely need extra hands for changing the diapers and all that stuff. So as soon as Nat married him, the two best friends took learning to be housewives a challenge because they love how that sounds. They wouldn't sign up for a responsibility, but keeping it hidden under the disguise of a provocation is something the both of them will never take down. Steve and Daniel would sometimes just look at each other in awe of seeing their wives race up a coconut tree to get Peggy's pregnancy craving or when they'd casually cackle their guns when coquettish women sneak around their equally good-looking gentlemen.

It's such a roller-coaster of events for him and it has been three years. Three damn years and he still can't lose that spark whenever he looks at her. She's still the most beautiful thing that has ever happened in his life and for that, he feels like falling all over again.

She said she wouldn't be good at taking care of him, but she doesn't know that she has been the only one all those years to give a single damn about how he was doing. That was more than enough, she was already the best at keeping him. But now that she considered learning things to make him live the best life with her? It feels like a dream already. Hence, this is their reality. And it's way, way better than just dreaming.

While finishing her task, Nat caught his husband's glance from the side of her eye and she gave him a little smile, continuing the job of wiping the table clean before she carries the baking sheet filled with cookies she baked and popcorn in the side. For Steve, there might not be anything special...yet, but she knows it's his special day today. They don't get to spend much time cuddled up with each other since both of them are working, but their public displays of affection at their workplace (which doesn't make that many people very uncomfortable) were enough to make up for the intimate husband and wife time. Also, Steve is a very romantic man. When he has the luxury of time or even when he's rushing something, he'd still run to his wife's workplace to give her a bouquet of flowers or something, even a morning coffee or eggs and bacon on her plate when he has to leave earlier for work. He's just so charming and undeniably everything she ever asked for, so she aimed for this certain day to give him what he deserves.

Steve was setting up the projector when Natasha reached the living room. She put the plates on top of it and then removed her apron, throwing it at a nearby rack and waiting for him to get done as she settled to sit on the carpeted floor, her back leaning against the cushion of the couch. Steve turned the lights off and closed the blinds before turning on the machine that quickly displayed an animated mouse and the words "Walt Disney" beside it on the clean wall. He did a few angular adjustments just so it gets symmetrical. Then, he crouched down on the floor before finally positioning his legs on a cross and resting beside Nat who is already munching a cookie.

After all these years, being near her still seemed awkward to him. He still gets shy, like they're always in the phase of courtship even when they're practically Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. Perhaps it's the extreme respect she has for her personal space that if she doesn't want skinship, he wouldn't initiate it. But still, he does everything he can to get closer to her. He might touch her but it barely goes anywhere. It's always just wrapping a jacket around her shoulders when it's cold outside or placing a blanket atop her with a side of a gentle kiss on the forehead when she's left asleep and unattended on the couch waiting for him to come home. He knows that as a person from the future, she is probably currently silently wishing he'd initiate the long kisses and endless lovely nights. Maybe today she's waiting for him to make a move that's why she made extra special arrangements for the two of them. This is practically a date. Not outside like the usual but he enjoys this better, considering that their first unofficial date as two idiots who clearly have feelings for each other happened inside the Avengers facility when he took advantage of her drunkenness to say every little dream he's been having with and about her. Now, the dream of marrying her is the life he's living. Who would've thought that something so impossible can turn into reality? The topic they've discussed a couple of years ago over beer and leftover chicken is now about to be reminisced in the same setting. The two of them on the floor, using the couch to lean on to, with him looking at her like she's the most important thing in the world, just minus the bottles of beer and their drunk, coward selves.

Natasha finished eating her cookie and got another one, not for her this time but for Steve. She put the thing near his mouth and he bit it whole from her fingertips, making his cheeks all filled up with the unusually large treat he purposively took in whole just to draw a smile on her face which he did, successfully. Nat giggled at his cute appearance and put a single little kiss on his sealed lips as the movie started.

Fantasia was the movie, and although this kind of stuff is not really in his field of likes, he's willing to give it a shot as long as Natasha's the one who insists. He remembers that day about three months ago when she didn't eat anything the whole day and called him at dusk to take home vanilla soft serve and a bag of potato chips which she also insisted for him to try after he got home bearing those foods. It has been their comfort food since then, even if it's weird to dip potato chips in ice cream.

They're in the middle of the boring, black and white film now. It doesn't usually take an hour for these old movies to run considering the fact that technology isn't yet explored better, not if you're not a Stark or Howard's friend at this point in time. Back in the future where they came from, even people from the outer space can be projected clearly and in full-blast color and definition using Tony's holographic technology. They might have just got a little more used to that than what they have now, so Natasha surely doesn't enjoy this as much as he thinks she does. Though the popcorn and the cookies are very helpful to keep him awake.

Nat figured that before her husband's eyes get heavier than they are, it should be time that she starts the conversation, so she lowered the volume of the speakers and softly called out his name.

"Steve," she looked at him and he did shortly after, obviously just doing his best to not fall asleep. She chuckled. "Are you sleepy?"

"No, I'm just--"

"Liar," she immediately cut off, faking a glare at him. Then she stood up and sat on the couch, inviting him up. "Come here."

Steve followed like a little boy, sitting beside her, but she had other plans. She instructed him to take off his slippers and lay his head on her lap. Immediately, she felt his chest heave slow, deep breaths when she started running fingers through his hair. His eyes steadily fluttered closed as his hands went up and down in the rhythm of his breathing together with the tummy where they are placed above.

She grinned happily as she saw her favorite addiction up close—his eyelashes. Those thick rows of darker blonde hair that got her smitten from the very first time.

"When did you know you were in love with me?" She asked, very out of context, that's why Steve opened his eyes and looked at her with confusion, not sure if the question was rhetorical or if it was even supposed to be answered. She answered by staring him down, really demanding a truthful response.

Steve licked his lips and reached for her hand, lacing it with his own and putting it above his breadbasket. He then studied her eyes, diving back to that time he stared at them and knew what she meant to him.

"i don't really feel like telling you... because maybe at that time you didn't love me yet--"

She laughed hard, cutting him off from his speech. She really did just burst into a fit of laughter out of nothing and it confused Steve all the more.

"Really?" She tried to decrease her noise until it faded into a smile. "Go on, I'm listening."

Though slightly embarrassed by the notion, he pulled in a big breath and started to compose the speech in his head. It's very unusual and unexpected but worth it to talk about if she's trying to entertain herself.

"By the end of our mission about Bucky... at the graveyard? You kissed me, on the cheek, and I was actually hoping for something more than that-- I mean, like the kiss we had at the mall..."

"You mean you wanted it on the lips and you wanted it passionate?" She intervened. "Strange for a ninety-year-old virgin, but you could've just told me, you know?"

"Oh and I was lying when I told you that you weren't my first kiss since 1945," he turned red at the quick admission.

She sneered. "I know." There's somethingshe ought to tell him, too. "I stole a kiss from you when you were asleep, that was when I woke up next to you after a drunk night, and... well..."

"That's why you were rushing to the bathroom when I woke up."

"Yeah," she affirmed shyly, her cheeks burning with fluster at the memory of panicking in front of everyone because of an unusually humiliating thing she did.

Steve took time to stare at the charming look on his wife's face, reminding him even more of why he fell head over heels for her in the first place.

"You told me I should try to see Sharon some time, and I wanted to ask you badly why you kept pushing me to other girls when you are there. But that would straight-up blow my cover and reveal that I really was crushing on you."

Natasha chuckled sarcastically. "Is that my fault? You told me you wanted me to be a friend and that's what friends do."

"What? Find me a lover?" He did the same laugh as hers. "It didn't work, by the way. I didn't see her the way I saw you. And she didn't have that power over me when she kissed me, so--"

"Wait, wait, wait. Can you say that again? How did you see me exactly? And what power? I don't have a power. It's not like I'm injected with some type or serum or born with the genes of a god."

Steve's eyes squinted as he smirked. Nat got too excited at that it almost sounded like she's nervous. She never talks that much unless she's trying to manipulate someone which she clearly won't do with him that's why it makes it odd.

However so, he went on with it. "Since the battle of New York, I've always seen you as a partner, Natasha. When you jumped on my shield... when I protected you with it, I just knew you'd be a part of me like the shield was a part of me. And because of knowing too much that I wasn't ready to let anyone else in, it was a surprise to just find you lingering in my mind when I didn't expect you to. You had the power to silently break inside my walls and you still do."

She bit her lower lip while trying to hold back a grin.

"I don't know when exactly did I fall for you, it kind of just went around for a long time and I think it took me longer to admit. But when the HYDRA facility at Camp Lehigh exploded with only the two of us inside, trust me, I freaked out. I didn't know what to do without you. Idon'twant to do anything without you, that's the whole truth." He added, squeezing her hand tight inside of his. Nat brushed a palm over his forehead, sweeping his hair up and putting a sweet, little kiss on there.

"Thank you," she sincerely regarded while caressing his face. "If I died there, you never would've gotten me back. I owe you."

He's pretty sure that the last sentence was repeated and the debt has already been paid. Steve fixed his head's position on her lap just to get a better view of her face.

"You married me and now you're gonna have to spend the rest of your life with me so I'd say you don't owe me anything anymore," he beamed at her but took it back. "Except for one, actually. You owe me an answer."

"When did Missus Rogers fall in love with her husband?"

Natasha giggled hardly at the question, pinching his nose. That topic would surely bring back all the stupid memories but she was okay with them now, because if it weren't for those things, she wouldn't have been sitting here with him on her lap. A thousand days married and it keeps getting better every day. Now, they're stepping into another milestone. So remembering when and how she felt things about him would be great to break through another point.

"When she was still Miss Romanoff," she started the laugh. "It's hard for me to answer when because like you, it wasn't specific. it's just... waking up one day and realizing I am not okay with being away with you because I just got so used to having you there and... being head over heels for you. I don't know, really. What I know is anytime since the day that I first saw you, I was already willing to run away with you if you asked me to."

Her eyes began sparkling with tears of joy but thanks to her grip of Steve's hand, she was able to squeeze out some of the overwhelming love there. He raised his other hand to cup her cheek and like the usual, brush off the tears that aren't even there yet.

He feels truly guilty for not letting her know soon enough. He's well-aware that before they got into this point, Nat suffered from the belief that he still loved Peggy until his last fight, when in fact he was just trying to get it together because he thought that his best girl is still waiting for him in the past when in fact she found a life and a home in the form of another person. He was just so afraid. Natasha knows every little detail about him and that includes him being faithful and loyal to the only relationship he once had. They were both holding back because of thinking they both didn't get a shot at each other but it was always there.

"I think in the middle of our Winter Soldier mission... I admitted to myself that I was hurt about hearing you only wanted me to be your friend right after I made a move at you. I kissed you for goodness' sake and you told me you wanted me to be your friend. But that was okay... I thought I didn't deserve you anyway. You were too good for me," she swallowed the bitter bile rising in her throat. Nothing is to be sad about now. Everything turned out okay, they really just had to go through that. But remembering what she'd gone through is a valid reason for crying. She can't believe that after all, they're here. After several times of gravity pushing them down (figuratively and literally), rain pouring in full force and ruining every plan of telling each other what they felt, and the world itself disagreeing to the two of them, they still got here. Nothing makes her happier right now that these dreams are coming true. Though she doesn't want to get a little too emotional because she might say something unplanned.

Lucky for her, mood swings are frequent and she already had those tears gone before they can come out, transforming them to another set of chuckles.

"I thought I deserved Bruce... because he also thought he didn't have a place in the world; that he was a monster. And that's what I thought of myself, too. Maybe I would get that life with him. Two monsters trying to be good for one another, right? But who was I fooling? I've been loving you for longer than I care to admit and I know that I'll put you first any day. I'll choose you every day. Always have and always will."

Steve kept his palm on her cheek, caressing her face as she did his hair. Once again, she got a look in those eyes that spoke of nothing but love for her. It's sending her to honesty. God, she's slowly becoming a terrible liar, too.

"Fine," she sniffs. "This is ridiculous, but love at first sight might be the thing. I don't know."

She accepted a warm smile from him. "At the ship?"

But he was wrong, she shook her head. "When you got recovered from the Arctic, I was there..." she confessed, something that's never been opened before. It took his breath away knowing that she knew what he looked like as a big cube of ice.

"I saw you and I was watching over you as you were thawed. Purple blotches all over your skin and some bruises you got from the cold. I was so amazed how you survived that for seventy years and only had minor injuries," she chuckled. "But yeah, I thought you were cute. It was supposed to be a joke if you didn't wake up and walked and stole my heart for real. It was meant to be a banter with Maria about whoever gets to sleep with you first but huh, I won. So you can't tell me you fell in love with me when I didn't have feelings for you because I did, even before you met me." She proudly stated with that crooked grin.

He doesn't know if he should frown or laugh at that. Oh how sexualized he was, good thing that it's his wife who did it.

"Actually, I was supposed to be the one you've first laid your eyes on to. My 1950's nurse uniform was already sewed up but I got called in a mission that required my skills and so I wasn't the one who ended up watching you come back to life." She pouted, remembering how disappointed she was to not be able to fulfill her silly little mission of finding out if his eyes were blue. They were. So damn identical to the waters of Maldives. But she didn't get the odd joy of seeing them firsthand.

However, the other thing made it up for her. Aside from his eyes and his abs, that's her most favorite.

She breathed in again, preparing her segue. "But in the long run, after I've watched you unconscious for months, I've only ever stared at the closest thing I have to your irises," her hand moved from his hair to his forehead and then traced little lines on his upper eyelid, gently brushing over his long and thick eyelashes. "I envied these since day one but these things are what make me addicted to you."

He smiled, about to utter a joke if only he didn't get dumbfounded by the next set of words she spat out.

"And I really wantthemto have your eyelashes."

Natasha continued staring at her favorite addiction but Steve got in the way when his eyes dilated so much in confusion. He all but targeted her eyes in hopes of finding an answer but she didn't even hear herself. She was too focused on that part of his face, she can't remember what she just said.

Then it hit her.

Okay, that was smooth.She secretly grinned.

To add up to his speculation, she looked down his lips and said, "your lips. I want them to get your lips as well, they're gonna be pretty."

"Nat, you..." he breathlessly said, picking his head up and fully sitting up beside her. "...you're not kidding, right?"

She tried to act like she didn't understand, but the excitement and confusion and love and fright all mixed up in his eyes just made her laugh so loud as she put both her hands on her belly.

"God... God, wife, please don't do this to me." He practically begged. She laughed even louder but found a space in between to add another remark.

"I might want them to have your ocean eyes, too," she said sincerely, looking him in the eye. When she saw tears escape those orbs, she couldn't help but laugh again.

He's really crying right now.

Steve's face crumpled into a dramatic disaster as he covered it with both hands because his wife won't stop laughing at him.

"Is this a prank? Nat, seriously, don't play me like this--"

"Happy fathers' day, my love." She cut off, still laughing and grasping her belly not because it's hurting but because inside it contained the miracle she didn't know she could have.

"Y-You're pregnant?" He shakily asked, eyes becoming fountains by now. "You're really pregnant?"

She didn't have the strength to answer verbally anymore so she just nodded happily and took him in her arms where he cried his eyes out, snuffling between the crook of her neck and shoulder. His trembling hands settled on her tummy and they still won't stop shaking. He's crying like a baby.

"Thank you... thank you. I love you," he whispered against her skin. "Damn-- thank you, Nat. I love you so much."

She pulled his head back and held his face in between her palms to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, wiping his tears away. He instinctively went down on the floor and knelt with both knees while carefully holding her quite-flat-for-a-two-month-old-twin bump. She thought he was gonna kiss it or whatever the hell it is that dads do but even Captain America himself didn't have the capability to handle this kind of situation. He's weak in all aspects and could only cry in front of her until he finally gathered his breath and put the tip of his nose and his forehead on her tummy.

"Baby, hi," he joyfully greeted with a brittle voice. He's really trying his best not to bawl his eyes out. He pressed his lips on there for a few seconds and then kept his head intact just to look at it clothed. "I'm your daddy, princess. You will surely take after mommy. I love you so much, I love you and mommy so much..."

Nat wouldn't want to ruin the situation, but there's better news more than her pregnancy.

"Princess, huh? You want a little Natasha?" She ran her fingertips through his hair again, and then he looked up with hopeful eyes.

"This one's surely a girl. I can feel it." He noted, confidently at that. But now comes the ruining. Nat flashed the same facial expression that Laura gave her when she said that her baby wasn't a Natasha but a Nathaniel, and Steve quickly read it off of her.

"Bad news, though, it's not a her," she shrugged. Even when it disappointed him, he didn't lose the love in his eyes.

"A mini Steve, then? I still love him." He kissed her baby bump once again.

"Nope." She responded, swooping him back to thinking this is all just a prank because of the look she gave him. Like she was sarcastic and bored.

"Nat." He was begging again. "Wife, you can jest about everything else but--"

"It's athey, daddy bear. As in theythey," she stuck up two fingers from her left fist and said, "plural."