"I'm what!?"

Tina stared at Steve in utter shock. Steve bit his lip nervously, earlier worries surfacing once more. Oh god, oh god. What if she doesn't even want the baby? What do I do?

"J-JARVIS. He said-when I-"

"Okay, start over," Tina demanded weakly, beginning to feel a bit faint. "You were researching my symptoms because you thought I had the flu…"

"And JARVIS suggested that you weren't sick. So it asked me if I wanted to test if you were pregnant…"

"And how on Earth…oh, wait. He runs everything. Okay," Tina stood and started pacing. "And the test was positive?"

Steve nodded, too tense to reply. His eyes followed her back and forth. Suddenly she stopped. Tina's eyes became huge and she dove for the planner on the small art table. She frantically flipped pages, so fast, Steve thought they'd rip. Her finger went down the page, searching.

"Oh my god," she said softly. "I'm almost four weeks late. J was right."

Tina's hand went involuntarily to her stomach, touching it gently. She looked up at Steve, expecting a big smile. She was wrong. Steve sat tensely on the edge of the bed, looking at her with a worried expression. She didn't know what to think. Is he not ready for this? Does he even want a family? I thought for sure that he would. Tina's fingers pressed on her stomach, although she knew she wouldn't be able to feel the baby for some time. She realized that she already loved this child. Steve's child. What if he doesn't? She looked down, afraid to meet his eyes again.

"Tina?"

She jumped as Steve's hand touched her shoulder. She'd be so consumed in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard him walking over.

"Are you okay?"

Tina's mind began to race again, thinking of tee-ball games and ballet recitals. Muddy footprints on the floor. Jumping in leaf piles. Steve rocking a little blonde-haired baby in his arms. Teaching a toddler, her toddler, how to finger-paint. Chubby fingers on a canvas. Tiny blonde curls and sky-blue eyes. Tina could almost see a tiny version of Steve in her lap. Calling her 'mommy'.

An involuntary tear dripped from her eye at the thought. Steve caught it and pulled Tina's chin up to face him.

"Tina? It's okay, honey," he said softly, enveloping her in his strong arms. "We don't-if you don't want…it's okay."

"What?" Tina shook her head violently, "No!"

She pulled back from his embrace.

"If you don't want this baby, I do. It's my baby. I'll-I'll do it myself, I'll-"

"Wait, no!" Steve said, "No, I do want this."

He began to laugh and cupped Tina's face in his hands.

"I've always wanted this. A family. For us," his voice was soft, "I was scared you didn't want the baby."

Tina gave a watery chuckle.

"Ohhh. Wow. Bit of a miscommunication there, huh?" she said.

Steve nodded. Then without warning, he began to perform an insane, slightly epileptic-looking, tribal wildman dance across their room.

"YAY!" he shouted.

Tina almost wet herself she laughed so hard. Steve picked her up and spun her.

"Steve, we're gonna have a baby!" she giggled.

He set her on the bed and dropped to his knees, touching her stomach with his hand. His grin took over his face, exactly matched by his wife's.

"I am stupidly, deliriously happy right now," he said, still laughing.

She smiled and climbed into bed.

"Me, too."

Steve crawled up next to her, keeping his hand in place.

"So I guess you haven't felt the baby move yet?"

Tina laughed.

"Steve, I'm not going to feel anything for another few months."

He sighed with disappointment.

"Awwww. How big is the baby now?"

Tina picked a fuzz the size of a pencil point off of the comforter and dropped it in Steve's palm. He cupped it carefully, staring at her in surprise.

"Very, very little."

Steve's eyes were still wide with shock, and a bit of fear. Tina took his hands in hers and smiled.

"It's okay," she reassured him, "I'm keeping him safe."

She patted her stomach. Steve's eyebrow cocked up.

"You just said him."

Tina blushed and stared at the ceiling.

"I am keeping him or her safe."

"You said him," he teased.

She refused to meet his eyes, blush still heating her cheeks.

"You think it's a boy?" Steve asked softly.

Tina shrugged.

"It doesn't matter to me," she said, "I'd be equally happy no matter what."

"Me, too! There are fun girl things and fun boy things. Either way, it's our baby, and I'll be happy. But I won't rule out mother's instinct as a potential gauge for telling us a bit early," Steve needled.

Tina growled and threw her arms up.

"Fine! Fine, I said him. I think it might be a boy."

Steve laughed triumphantly.

"That doesn't mean anything, you know!" she said, poking him in the arm, "The baby is too small to even have a gender yet."

"Huh?" Steve stopped laughing to look at her in utter confusion.

"It's just a ball of cells at this point," she added.

Steve's baffled look intensified. A lightbulb went off in the back of Tina's head.

"What did they teach you about the birds and the bees, Mister Forties?"

The Captain blushed a little.

"Not very much. Just boy stuff," he mumbled.

"So you don't know anything about pregnancy at all."

Steve fidgeted.

"No. Not really…"

Tina sighed.

"Oh man. I am going to have a job educating you." She sat up suddenly. "And you better be prepared to learn because I am not doing this all by myself!"

Steve chuckled and pulled her back to snuggling with him.

"I'm a very good student, I promise. We'll learn together."

Tina fell asleep with their hands intertwined over the spot that their baby was growing.

Sorry for the short chappie! Next one will be longer...

What will the Avengers think? How will they react?

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