A/N:

I posted this on my Tumblr page (mcueveryday) on June 16th,2019. But I decided to move all of my stories here, so if you if you see it over there as well, don't worry. It's me.

Hello hello! I'm back! Okay so, this is not part 2 of Lies, but… it does involve Olivia and Tony. I'm still not sure if it's a sequel to Lies (because I'm not done with it yet) or an AU of Lies itself. Because, let's be honest, I don't know if I'm going to use the actual ending from Endgame or not. So, enjoy this while you can.


"So… this is it." Olivia said looking in front of her.

"This is it." Tony replied, his hand slipping into hers, intertwining their fingers together.

In front of them stood a cabin; woods and everything. Behind them, there was a huge lake. There was no other house in sight, which was why they decided to go with house in particular. They could have simply build their own wherever they wanted, or moved to one of Tony's many properties, but they wanted to start fresh and have a semblance of normalcy. Well, as normal as they could be with the lab they built in the basement along with FRIDAY's system when they remodeled it. Well, it was theirs as long as Tony let her in and work, he's been really protective as of lately.

They turned to look at each other, small smiles on their faces that grew until they were full on grins.

"This is it." Olivia repeated with a glee tone to her voice, making Tony chuckle and pull her closer, kissing her forehead.

"I can't believe it's ready."

"I can't believe we actually finished remodelling it on time before our new roommate gets home." Tony replied with a wink, making Olivia snort.

"You do know our little roommate is coming any day now, right?"

"Yeah yeah, I know. But that still gives us time to christen the place."

"You do know sex can cause labor, right?" She said, looking down at her huge, protruding belly, his hand coming down to rub it gently

"Who told you that? Is that even true?"

Olivia shrugged and took his hand, pulling him towards the house.

"I don't know, I saw it on Friends. Rachel and Ross had sex and boom! Emma was born."

"So, you're basing our chances to have sex before the little bug pop out on a 90's sitcom?" Tony asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, number 1. Emma was born in 2002. Number 2, I'm an engineer, not a doctor." She smiled at him as they crossed the door and entered the house. Their new home. Their fresh start as a family.

"But you're right, maybe nothing's gonna happen…" She started with a sensual look on her eyes. "Come on, let's break this new bed in."


"YOU SAID NOTHING WAS GONNA HAPPEN!"

Olivia was squeezing Tony's hand in the delivery room, both of them wearing hospital gowns, Tony wearing a mouth cover and a surgical cap.

"Next time I'll trust Friends, babe."

"THERE WON'T BE A NEXT TIME, ASSHOLE!"

"Breathe, Mrs. Stark-"

"IT'S MISS ABRAMS!" Olivia screamed at the poor doctor, interrupting him.

"Breathe babe, breathe." Tony soothed Olivia and rubbed her arm, trying to calm her down. "Breathe with me."

He started taking exaggerated breaths, prompting Olivia to look - more like glare - at him and copy him.

"I can see the head, Ms. Abrams. Start pushing." The doctor said. And Olivia pushed. Pushed. And pushed. Squeezing Tony's hand - and Tony swore she'd break it - but he kept encouraging her to keep her pushing.

After what felt like forever, a cry was heard. A powerful cry sounded around the room. Olivia took a deep breath and smiled. Tony's eyes widened and kissed Olivia's head repeatedly.

"Dad, come and cut the umbilical cord." The doctor smiled at Tony.

Olivia let go of his hand and Tony made his way towards the doctor, trembling hands cutting the cord, eyes focused on the little baby on the doctor's hands.

He watched as the nurse cleaned the baby and wrapped it in a blanket, handing it to the doctor. Tony went back to stand next to Olivia and held her hand again, pecking her lips.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, love." He said, tears stinging his eyes.

"Mr. Stark, Ms. Abrams, it's a little girl." The nurse said with a smile, handing the blanket burrito to Olivia.

"A girl? We have a daughter." Olivia said to Tony, eyes never leaving her little bundle of joy.

"She's beautiful." He said, afraid to touch her.

"Hi, honey, I'm your mom." Olivia said and touched the baby's cheek, tears streaming down her face. She took Tony's hand over to the little girl, the baby wrapping her fingers around Tony's index finger, making Tony choke in a laugh.

"And that's your dad." Olivia laughed through a sob, both of them so happy of their little princess.

"We love you so much, Taylor. So, so much." Tony said, kissing the baby's forehead.


It was a couple of days later that Olivia and Taylor got discharged from the hospital, and they finally were able to get their little peanut home.

She wasn't even two weeks old yet, and she already had Tony wrapped around her tiny little finger. He rarely put her down, he walked around the house with her in his arms. When he wasn't holding her, he was in his lab building stuff for her - not a suit yet, "She's not even a month old, Tony. She doesn't need a suit!" - and stuff to baby proof the house. If he was sitting down, he had her on his lap or his arms, bouncing her and making faces at her. Laying down on the floor on his stomach and playing with her. Blowing raspberries on her tummy, enjoying the loud laughs she let out. And Olivia recorded every single moment she could.

Olivia had to ask Tony to hold her own kid. Don't get wrong, she loved to see Tony being a father, she loved it. But she wanted to hold her baby. So, she did. She appreciated the rest, though. She really did.

They took turns in putting her to sleep at night when she cried. Taylor cried around 3 to 4 times a night, and they took turns to calm her down. They already memorized her routine. The first time she woke up, she wanted cuddles, so it was Tony's task to put her to sleep. Second one, she wanted milk, so Olivia took that turn. Third and fourth were normally a diaper change and cuddles again, but those changed from time to time.

One night, Olivia woke up in the middle of the night and found the bed empty. She checked the clock on the nightstand, and realized it wasn't late enough for Taylor's cuddles, but it was late enough for Tony to be in the lab.

So, she got out of bed and made her way through the hallway and was about to go down the stairs, when he heard Tony's voice from Taylor's nursery.

She stood right outside the nursery, watching as Tony was sat down on the rocking chair, little Taylor fussing in his arms.

"I know, it's crazy right? Mamma doesn't want you to have your own suit." Tony said to Taylor as he rocked her, to which Taylor replied with baby noises.

"But don't worry, peanut You'll get your suit."

Olivia was about to say something, but seeing Tony being so relaxed with their daughter, it stopped her from moving from the door.

Tony leaned down and kissed Taylor's forehead, standing up and rocking her back and forth in his arms. "Daddy's gonna protect you, peanut. Always. You can count on that. Nothing's gonna happen to you, Taylor Maria Stark."

Just like that, the little baby stopped fuzzing and was out like a light. Tony placed her in her crib then, staring down at her.

"It's rude to stare, you know." He said to Olivia, making her smile and walk towards him.

"Says the man staring down at a baby." She said standing next to him over the crib, laying her head on his shoulder.

"She's just so… perfect. We did a good job."

Olivia snorted and kissed his shoulder. "Yeah, we did good, didn't we?"

They stayed there, looking down at their little piece of heaven, Tony's arm wrapped around her shoulders, enjoying their little moment of quiet.

"What if we have - "

"No."

"Worth a shot."

"Do not even try, hot shot."

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