Epilogue
"It's been years since the last time we saw them," Steve said, opening the car's trunk. "Aren't you nervous?" he asked his wife. She smiled at him.
"Always so dramatic," she said, laughing. Steve rolled his eyes and put the last suitcases and bags inside.
"Why are you laughing, mommy?" A 3 years old little girl asked Natasha as she tried to open the car's door to get in. Natasha helped her to get in.
"Daddy is being the drama queen we know he is," she replied, putting their little girl into her child chair before kissing her red hair. She looked just like Natasha, except for the eyes. Those were Steve's.
"I heard that," Steve said, closing the trunk. "Anya, sweetheart, is your favorite toy with you?" he asked their daughter.
"Yes, daddy," she replied, smiling. Natasha closed the door and went back into the house.
"There you are little prince," she said while taking a one year old beautiful baby boy from his crib. He was staring right into his mother's eyes, which were as green as his own. Natasha kissed him in the forehead and took him to the car. She sat with him next to Anya.
"I think we're ready," Steve said, getting inside the car. "Are we missing something, love?" he asked Natasha.
"Yes, your drama queen crown," she said, laughing. Steve looked at her through the view mirror while hiding a smile.
"Are you a queen, daddy?" Anya asked him, which made the two adults burst into laughs.
"No, honey, I'm not. I'm Captain America. Mommy likes to tease me," He said, shaking his head. "Ready to leave and meet your uncles and aunts?"
"Yes," Anya said, looking at his baby brother. He was sleeping on Natasha's arms. The sun made his blonde hair look like gold. "Why is James' hair yellow and mine red?" she asked her parents.
"That's because he's got daddys' hair and you've got mine," Natasha replied, smiling.
20 minutes passed already. Anya was staring at the trees outside the window. Steve was driving while listening to some old music, and Natasha was breastfeeding James.
"Daddy, wait!" she yelled, scared. "We've forgot something!"
"What is it, sweetie?" Natasha and Steve asked her, worried.
"The baby," she said, looking at Natasha. Steve tried to put the pieces together, but he failed. Natasha laughed.
"What do you mean, Anya?" Steve asked her, stopping the car in a safe place. "James is next to you,"
"Surprise, surprise," Natasha said, smiling at him with love in her eyes. "I wanted to tell you when we were back home,"
"Natasha Romanoff," Steve said, unfastening his seat belt and moving to the back seats. "You're the woman of my life and I couldn't be more in love with you. I love you and our kids so much," he said, giving her a kiss full of love.
"How does it feel to be a father of three in 8 months and a half?" she asked him, chuckling when he started to drive again.
"I am the luckiest man around the world," he said, looking at her through the view mirror.
"And I am the luckiest woman around the world," she replied, looking at their family. Anya was half asleep now, James was sleeping as well, and Steve was...Well, being Steve. The love of her life.
The end.
Thank you so much for asking me to turn this fanfic into a whole story. I enjoyed writing it! I love Romanogers so much and I'm so happy that I shared this idea with you!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
xo,
-A.