A/N: Hey guys. Hope you enjoy this chapter. There is a lemon at the end, but you guys should like the reason :D Hope you guys have a great week. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers.
When I finally managed to get the studio cleaned, Bucky and Steve ambushed me for another round in our shower. So, even while I was sore, I still had to make dinner. Making my Mom's famous enchiladas was easy, and I could do it in my sleep now. The kids were done with their martial arts lesson, so they chose to do their homework in the kitchen while I supervised.
So, everyone was a little confused to see me actually eating with everyone else. Nat froze for half a second, before I gave her a small smile. She returned it with one of her own, and sat down to eat with Bruce. Niklaus and Anna were obviously sleeping, as she had the baby monitor within her line of sight as the meal went on. The team, both Avenger and SHIELD were excited about some down time that was scheduled for us.
Obviously the more pregnant women wouldn't be able to leave, but for some of them, it was still early on enough that they could fly to their destination. For Steve, Bucky, myself and the kids would be going to Disneyland, not that the kids knew that. Steve and Bucky were major Disney nerds, and I was an adrenaline junkie, so I was more excited about all the rides we could take the kids on.
So, when I felt sick during dinner, I was alarmed. Excusing myself slowly, I managed to make it back to our apartment before I felt the need to pray to the porcelain goddess. There wasn't anything I had eaten that would have set me off, but I didn't want to take a risk of being sick on our trip. Waiting until the guys were back with the twins, I used going out to the barn as an excuse to pass off homework checking to them.
"Helen?" I called out, trying to keep my nerves under control.
"Sera? Are you okay? Any pain from the incisions?" She asked, coming around the corner.
"No, that's all perfect. I just threw up, and I want to make sure it's nothing I can pass to the kids," I said, as she sat me down to do a check up. She took my blood pressure, checked my eyes, tongue, ears, anything she could think of.
"Uh, hmm." She said after running a blood panel.
"What?" I asked worried.
"Sick, but not the kind you need to worry about passing," She said, before it all clicked in my brain. The timing was odd, but it made sense.
"Pregnant?" I said, feeling shocked.
"Yes. By at least 4 weeks. I've never heard of it happening like this, but its remarkable. You must have ovulated just within a week of your C-Section," She explained, sitting down across from me. I put a gentle hand on my stomach and said, "Expected date?"
"Mid February. Sera, do you need me to call Steve or Bucky for you?" She asked, touching my knee gently.
"No, thank you though. I should go tell them now before they figure it out for themselves. Thank you for doing this for me Helen," I smiled. My little Oliver was on his way.
"Take it easy. You may miscarry after the trauma of the C-Section. Rest for now," She said, handing me a fresh bottle of prenatal vitamins.
"I'll go take them now. Thank you Helen."
Walking at a brisk pace back to our apartment, I was smiling the whole way, until my hand was grabbed and I was tugged into an empty office. I didn't even see my kidnapper before I was put in a chair.
"Okay, I've waited long enough for an explanation from you. You ignore my texts, you don't sit with us at dinner, and the only times I see you are when you are ducking down another hall to avoid me. Steve and Bucky said to give you space, and I did. Now, I want answers," Nat said, laying down the law. I nodded, "You deserve them."
"So, what happened?"
"You know how you teased me about kidnapping my children for yourself, back when they were first born?" I said softly.
"Yeah, but I was joking," She said, shrugging her shoulders in confusion.
"Well, I did think that at the time. And then when Niklaus and Anna were born, I didn't want to let them go. Ever," I said slowly. Her eyes softened, as I continued, "But I knew I had no claim to them. I'm their Aunt/Godmother, not their mother. So, a clean break was best. I was going through what Helen deemed Postpartum, so I had to distance myself. And that meant contact with you, because I didn't feel worthy to be your friend with those thoughts."
She stood there, not saying a word while I took deep breaths and focused on keeping my stress away.
"So this morning when Steve took me for a ride, he got me to see reason. I should be leaning on you all for strength, instead of trying to do this on my own. Besides, now I have extra hormones running through me that should help."
"In all our years, I've never seen you take medication for something like this, so this must be worse than you've let on," She said sitting beside me on the giant armchair.
"It's not medicated hormones," I smiled softly, showing her the bottle in my hands. Her neutral expression changed to joy as she looked up at me.
"Already? You guys don't waste any time," She joked, before taking my hand supportively.
"Only 4 weeks, so, fingers crossed," I said, before looking at her again, "I think this will help me. So it couldn't have come at a better time."
"Were you actually trying?" She asked confused.
"No, just apparently the Cradle is really good and tricked my body into thinking it was healed," I laughed.
"I missed you," Nat said softly, and I gave a watery smile in return, "I missed you too."
"Next time, you tell me. Don't do any of this Lone Wolf crap," She said seriously as I snuggled into her shoulder.
"Promise," I said holding up my pinky. She linked hers with mine, smiling, "So when is my next God child due?"
"Mid February. But I haven't told Bucky or Steve yet. I was on my way to do that when I was ambushed."
"Well, this means even longer until we can have a drink together! But for the best reason. What are you hoping for this time?"
"I just have this feeling that it's going to be a boy," I smiled knowingly.
"Either way, I'll be there. Unlike with Nathaniel. Traitor."
"Hey, you got your own little girl now. And Callie has been chatting my ear off about her ballet lessons."
"She's a natural," Nat smiled, and looked off as if recalling a memory. A cry sounded over her baby monitor and I smiled, "Someone needs you."
"Talk more later?" She asked, as she got up.
"Yes. I should go relay the good news to my husbands. Seems you are always the first one to know I'm pregnant," I teased, as we walked out of the office. She gave me one last hug, before fast walking towards her and Bruce's apartment.
Chuckling to myself and turning the bottle over in my hands, I continued my trek to my own apartment, where I heard Steve and Bucky helping the kids with a hard level on their video game. I smiled, and snuck up behind them, running my hands through their hair sweetly.
"Hey gorgeous, how were the horses?"
"I didn't even get there, but there is something I have to tell you guys before bed. Callie, want to come help me with Sun and Sweet Feet?"
"Sure! Bye Dad, bye Daddy," She said, kissing them both on the cheek and bounding over to my side. It was a quick trip to the barn, giving them feed, and letting them out to graze for the night. Callie was getting used to being around the horses, and wasn't afraid to approach Sweet Feet anymore. For only a couple months pregnant, she was ornery, but I contributed that to her feeling bloated and sluggish from the foal.
Sunchaser on the other hand loved getting visits from Callie, who always had an apple or carrot for him.
So by the time we reached the apartment again, it was the kid's bedtime. Because they had early morning training with May, we kept their 8 o'clock bedtime. They needed all the sleep they could. While they healed quickly like their fathers, they were still mentally exhausted after a long day of training and studying. So, Callie wasn't told to go get ready for bed, she usually did it of her own volition. That girl was definitely my daughter. I treasured sleep.
And in 9 months, I wouldn't be getting any. Right, I still had to break the news to the guys.
Once I was sure the kids were asleep, I changed into my sleep shorts and a hoodie of Bucky's and curled up between them on the couch as they talked about our vacation.
"So, we want all the classics first, and then the new stuff," Bucky said, using a tablet to mark out our trek around the park.
"And once we've ridden everything, we go back for the kids favorites," Steve said, going over said trek plans.
"Don't forget that California Adventure is right across the way from Disneyland. They kids will want to do all the Pixar stuff too. This trip isn't just about you two," I teased, pointing out the other park.
"Oh, right. We might have to skip certain things then," Bucky deflated.
"The kids might not want to do every ride, or might be too young for some content. So, while you guys do all your fun rides, I can take them to others. Cover more ground," I suggested.
"But we want to do things as a family," Steve said, giving me a look that said he didn't love the idea of splitting up.
"Well, there are gonna be rides that you guys are going to have to do alone," I sighed.
"Why doll?" Bucky asked, "You don't like the fast rides, or the scary ones?"
"I love the fast rides. Roller coasters, sudden drops, you name it. It's just… they don't recommend those rides for pregnant women," I said softly. It took both of them a full minute before they looked up confused and said, "Wait, what?"
I snickered at their unison reaction, before saying, "I'd rather not risk a miscarriage right now, because by mid February, we will have a new addition to our family."
"Really?" Steve asked, clearly overjoyed, and Bucky still looked a little lost.
"The Cradle tricked my body into thinking it was healed, and when that happened, I released an egg within a few days of the C-Section. So our night together was fruitful," I smiled, as I was pulled into Steve's chest.
"A baby?" Bucky asked, gently reaching for my stomach. I flattened his hand against it and said, "Yes."
There weren't words needed as the guys put down their plans for our vacation, and started loving on my body. All hands, all over, I moaned lowly as the heavy petting continued.
"Please, more," I sighed as Bucky's fingers snaked their way under my sleep shorts.
"Obviously. You aren't wearing any panties, so you knew this was coming," He chuckled as he played with my folds. Steve's hands had pulled my hoodie off, and were fondling my breasts underneath my tank top. One thing that hadn't gone away from the surrogate pregnancy was my boobs, and the guys absolutely loved them.
"Oh!" I said surprised as Bucky pushed two fingers deep into me.
"Bed?" Steve asked, clearly in discomfort from his erection. I tried padding him over his jeans, but he only groaned harder.
"Go get yourself ready punk. I want to give her one before we start," Bucky smiled.
Biting my lip to stay quiet, I felt him curl his fingers to hit my g-spot, and within a few minutes, I was flying over the cliff. As I came down from my high, Bucky scooped me up into his arms. Without me realizing it, both of them had stripped themselves, so I was the only one that was still in clothes. Bucky laid me down on our Alaskan King bed, allowing Steve to start disrobing me.
My tank top was pulled over my head and tossed aside as Steve began to play with my breasts again. Giggling at his giddy expression, I pulled my own shorts down to my knees, and said, "We've got to be gentle. Nothing rough tonight."
"Wouldn't dream of it darlin'," Bucky said, as they positioned themselves. And it was sweet, and gentle as they made love to me, to each other. I was reminded about how much they respected me, as they made sure I was tended to afterwards, getting me a glass of water and a washcloth to clean myself up with. Steve and Bucky would occasionally share a grin, almost as if they were having a conversation just with their eyes. But what I loved most of all, was how they both whispered to my flat stomach, about how excited they were for another baby and that they loved him already.
While they didn't know it was a him, but it was an unspoken rule that they shouldn't ask about the future. So they would know later in the pregnancy, but for now, I let them dream and wonder.
"Do we want to find out the father of this one?"
"I don't see a reason to. We know our serums are passed to the kids, so it would be the same with this baby," Steve said, as they both traced nonsensical patterns on my bare stomach, their fingers occasionally brushing.
"Why don't we leave this a mystery?" Bucky smiled, kissing my temple.
"What? The father or the gender? Because I have a good feeling I know the gender," I teased.
"Sera," They said exasperatedly, before joining me in laughter. It was the perfect ending to our day.
