Late that evening, Alba tossed in her childhood bedroom, wondering about the odd evening she'd had with her family. On one hand, her mom still wouldn't really talk to her. On the other hand, she'd been quietly catering to her needs and making sure she was comfortable and well fed all day.

Alba stared at the light yellow bedroom walls, the cheeriest color she could think of when she was five, and fidgeted in her small full-sized bed.

Her phone began ringing with an incoming call. This time, she did look at the Caller ID, smiling uncontrollably when she realize it was Steve.

She answered quietly, mindful of her sleeping family down the hall. "Hello?"

"Hey. Did I wake you?"

"No. Surprisingly I didn't fall asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow." It helped that she took a long nap on her mother's couch while the stew was going.

"So, um. I kind of did something without thinking." He said nervously. Alba picked up on the edge of his voiced and tensed.

"What did you do, Steve?"

"Would you…Come outside." Outside? Alba jumped out of her bed and threw on her jacket, tripping into her slippers as she bounded down the stairs as silently as possible. After undoing the three locks on the front door (thanks to the most paranoid mother in the world) she swung it open to find Steve standing on the edge of her driveway awkwardly.

She didn't think twice before sprinting over and jumping into his open arms with a happy shriek, clinging to his neck as he lifted her up in the air. Steve's quiet laughter tickled her neck, and when she finally looked down and met his gaze, she lost her breath with a quiet whoosh.

God, she had missed him. She missed the mirthful way his eyes followed her around the room, and the way he pursed his lips when he was trying not to laugh at her antics.

She couldn't help leaning in for a kiss. A real kiss. Steve froze only for a second, before easing into her kiss and deepening it. He turned them around, pressing Alba against the cool metal of his pickup and nipping on the soft, fleshy part of her lower lip that always drove him crazy.

Alba sighed softly before breaking their kiss.

"We better go inside. If we keep this up we'll end up on the cover of US Weekly."

Steve followed her inside the small house, quietly tracing Alba's footsteps. They crept up the stairs together carefully.

"My mom and sister are down the hall," She whispered. "Watch the second to last step. It creaks." He kept up easily, turning right at the top of the stairs and into a small, yellow bedroom that had been overrun by furniture.

Alba sat on her bed and glanced up at Steve nervously, trying not to laugh as he closed the door behind him quietly. He looked extremely out of place in her old, frilly room. She didn't even think he would fit in her bed. Oh well. She hadn't seen him in nearly two weeks, and there was no way she would let him out of her sight for the foreseeable future.

Steve peered around the darkened room curiously, taking in all the trinkets strewn around and posters hung up on the walls. "So this is where you grew up?"

"Yes. My parents, my sister, and I." Alba had Steve join her in the bed and lay down. He took up all of the space, so she had no choice but to curl up into his side, placing her head on his shoulder and slinging her leg over his. He held her close, placing his hand on the small of her back and taking a whiff of Alba's clean, flowery scent. It was quickly becoming one of his favorite scents.

"What happened while I was gone?"

"Well. Last week Tony showed up at my job and groveled. I couldn't stay mad at him, of course. Today I told my mom and my sister everything. Mom was mad at first…but I think she's okay now. She's mad you weren't here, though."

Steve choked on a laugh, trying not to wake everyone down the hall. "I'm the bad guy? You were the one that told me not to show up." Alba made an amused sound and slapped his stomach.

"I know. I just didn't want to complicate things so soon. You know with you being an Avenger and all…God, can you imagine? Hi mom, this is my boyfriend-slash-baby-daddy, who is like a hundred years old, his name is Steve Rogers but you probably know him as a kickass Avenger who goes by Captain America." Steve couldn't help but let out a quiet chortle. He stopped to think for a second, then frowned in the dark room.

"For the record though, I'm not a hundred…I'm ninety-eight." Alba snorted.

"Okay, Steve. I'll make sure we throw you a big party for your centennial." She sat up suddenly and straddled him, smirking cheekily at the way he caught his breath and gripped her hips.

"Now it's my turn to ask all the questions if you don't mind, Mr. Rogers."

"I don't mind…at all." He groaned. "Is this an interrogation?"

"Yep." She pried his hands away, torturing him slowly as she forced him to keep his hands well away from her.

"Where were you these past weeks?" She asked, the picture of primness as she sat perched on his lap.

"That's classified."

Alba tutted, fidgeting on Steve's lap and pretending not to notice the growing firmness beneath her. "So uncooperative, Mr. Rogers." She slapped his hands away when he tried to sneak them around her waist.

Steve let out a frustrated groan before caving. "Hong Kong. Seoul. Then Tokyo." Alba rewarded him with a slow kiss.

"Sounds like quite a chase. What were you after?"

"Some type of electronic skeleton key. It could hack into comms and override keypad entryways. It's the reason we had to go dark. Last time it was used a bank vault was cleaned out in minutes. Tony suspected the next buyer was going after something more…deadly." He said ominously.

"What were they after?"

"Nuclear launch codes." Alba's blood went cold.

"But you caught the bad guys, right?"

Steve grinned and caressed the soft skin of Alba's neck. "Of course. I'm pretty spry for a ninety-eight year old man, you know."

"Oh, I know." He chuckled and pulled her down to finish what he started earlier, giving her a long kiss that sent a shiver running down her back. Alba entertained him for a long minute before breaking away and sighing.

"Steve. We have to talk about something really important."

"Hmm?"

"When are we going to have sex?" She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing when he choked. "I know that you're very traditional, and I love that. But it's been months, Steve. And its not like we've never done it before. I mean, I'm already pregnant, for God's sake. All I'm trying to say is…we've been stuck at home plate for weeks when we've already done a home run."

Steve shook his head, speechless. "What's gotten into you?"

"I think we've established that it's what hasn't gotten into me that's the problem." Alba said, laughing quietly at Steve's shocked face. She couldn't help herself from throwing out crazy one-liners to throw him off.

"We are not doing this in your mom's house. No." Alba couldn't help teasing Steve just a little longer, giving him a slow grin before getting off his lap and curling into his side.

"Just you wait, Steven Grant Rogers. I'm going to corner you one of these days…"

"As long as it's not here, you can corner me as many times as you want."

Alba clutched the soft material of his hoodie as she settled in the crook of his neck. "I'm really happy you're home." She said quietly.

"Me too." He answered, pressing a kiss into her forehead, happy that he wouldn't have to leave her for a long time.

Happy Saturday everyone! Yes, this chapter is a little more cheeky than usual. Did you like it? Hate it?

I've actually been kinda nervous about posting this because it gets a little sexy. But fooling around is something people in relationships to all the time, and I think this will only bring them closer, RIGHT? :)

So as always, let me know what you think! Chapter 13 will be up in less than a week!