A/N: This one is dedicated to lindsaaaaay24  <3

(There is also some offensive language in this.)

I remember that dreaded day like it was yesterday. Maybe because it was yesterday. I had been sitting around my house, not doing much of anything, mainly because it was Saturday and I was feeling a little sick. For the past week, I had been feeling like hell. On Saturday, mu boyfriend, Steve, had came over and said we had to talk. Of course, in a relationship, this is never something you want to hear. Steve wasn't all smiley and happy, too, so I knew what was coming. 

"I think we should, uhm... breakup." 

And though I knew what was coming the minute he said something about 'needing to talk', my heart still shattered, tears prickling at my eyes. But I was respectful and nodded my head, not in the mood to start an argument. 

"Uhm... can I... can I ask why?" I managed, my voice weak and shaky. Steve sighed, his expression falling as he saw my state. 

"I just feel like I'm thinking too much about Peggy, and... I can't continue a relationship where I'm not one hundred percent there, mentally."

I simply nodded, though inside, I was angry. Beyond angry. I got that Steve loved Peggy, but now, this was too much. My perfect, or so I had thought, relationship, was ruined because of some girl Steve like 75 years ago. To my knowledge, they didn't  even date. 

"Well, uhm. I guess that's it, then." I sniffled, wiping my tears away. I stood up, opening the door for Steve. "Bye." I muttered.

He stared at me for another few seconds before nodding his head to himself and leaving. I could tell he was upset, but this is what he wanted. The next morning, I was upset and nauseous. I rushed to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. My thoughts instantly went to how Steve used to hold my hair back, rub my back and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I began sobbing uncontrollably with my head on the toilet set. After I calmed down a little bit, I flushed the vomit, deciding to call one of my friends to cheer me up. I explained what happened with Steve and I, and how sick I was. 

"Is it a stomach bug or something?" She asked.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm getting my period? I've only been nauseous in the mornings." I paused, thinking for a moment. "Dude, I could totally go for a burger with pickles and mayo right now."

"That does sound good. Why don't we go out for lunch, get your mind off of things?"

I hummed in approval, hanging up after saying goodbye and beginning to get ready. I was still upset, but decided Y/F/N would take my thoughts away from the breakup. We met up at the resturaunt, and I immediately ordered an oreo milkshake, a burger with pickles and mayonnaise, and a side of fries. When our food arrived, I quickly devoured the whole meal. 

"I am so friggin' bloated." I complained.

"Well, you did just consume a shit ton of food, Y/N." Y/F/N giggled, wiping her mouth with a napkin. 

"Dude, feel!" I laughed, pressing on my stomach. 

She laughed, reaching over and pressing on my lower abdomen. "Y/N..." She mumbled, furrowing her brows and pressing again.

"What, am I pregnant?" I joked, one hundred percent kidding. But soon, things made sense. My sudden cravings, morning sickness... I was freaking pregnant. With Steve's baby. My ex. 

I looked up at Y/F/N, my eyes wide. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit, Y/F/N. What do I do?" I mumbled, tears threatening to spill. I cupped my head in my hands, breathing deeply. While I tried to calm down, Y/F/N paid the check and walked me out. We stopped at a grocery store, buying a pack of pregnancy tests. I had Y/F/N stay with me, as I was shitting myself from nervousness. I read through the instructions, doing what I needed to do while Y/F/N waited outside. I set a timer, sitting with my trusted friend, discussing what I should do.

"I mean..." I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat. "If I am pregnant, I'm obviously gonna tell Steve. I have no idea what the hell we're going to do, though."

Y/F/N looked up at me, smiling sadly. "I mean, he didn't break up with you 'cause he doesn't like you anymore. Maybe he just needs to think things through."

"I don't want to get back together just 'cause there's a baby inside me." I muttered.

"I know, I know." She paused, the light noise of dinging interrupting us. I stood, grasping her hand nervously. I had taken multiple tests, just to make sure. I took a deep breath, flipping the first one over.

Positive.

I grabbed the next one, biting my lip, flipping it over.

Positive.

I flipped the rest over, breaking into tears as they all told me the same thing; I was pregnant with Steve and I's child. I was excited, though, not as much as I would have been if Steve and I were still together. 

Y/F/N held me in her arms, rubbing my back softly. "I think you should go tell Steve, Y/N." She whispered, hugging my tightly. I nodded, grabbing the tests and stuffing them in a small gift bag with some pink and blue tissue paper. Y/F/N left for work, and I left for Stark Towers.

"Hey, Tony... is Steve here?" I asked politely. I hid the gift bag in my purse so nothing seemed suspicious. 

Tony perked up, raising an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah. He's in the gym. You ok?"

"Yeah." I said, frowning slightly. "Just need to talk with him."

"Hope everything works out for ya. You brought out the best in him."

I smiled sadly, walking to the gym. I took a deep breath, realizing I was going to be spilling some very big news. I saw Steve angrily punching one of the bags in the gym Tony built for Steve. He grunted angrily, the bag flying off of its hook. I knocked on the door to gain his attention, smiling nervously as he turned around. Steve breathed heavily, unwrapping his hands as he walked toward me. 

"Oh, uh.. hey, what are you doing here?"

"There's something that uhm... that came up, and I need to tell you." I said, trying not to make it obvious. 

"Alright." Steve said hesitantly, offering me a small smile. I sat down at one of the little benches, Steve next to me. I set my purse between us, pulling out the gift bag. I pushed it toward Steve, nodding. 

He raised an eyebrow, opening the bag and looking in. He pulled out one of the tests, furrowing his brows before gasping quietly. I, of course, began crying again, a mix of happy, sad, confused and frustrated tears. 

"You're pregnant?" He whispered. I simply nodded, brushing away tears as more fell, dripping on my thighs. 

"Its mine?" He whispered again.

"Yeah." I managed. "I wouldn't cheat on you, Steve." I whispered the last part. I was surprised to find myself being pulled in a tight, warm hug. I relaxed into his arms, hesitantly wrapping mine around his neck. I was even more surprised to find myself being kissed moments later. 

"Ste-" I got out, not before I was kissed again. I pushed him off of me, taking another deep breath. "I don't want you to get back together with me just because I'm pregnant."

He sighed, stuffing his head in my neck. "I'm an idiot. I'm such an idiot for causing you so much pain. I never should have ended our relationship."

I sighed. "Steve, I get that you're confused. You saw Peggy again and old feelings were brought up again... I get it."

"As soon as I didn't have you, I realized I love you ten times more than I ever loved Peggy." He muttered. My heart fluttered, and I finally allowed myself to rest my head on his. I ran my fingers through his messy blond hair. Steve lifted his head up, smiling gently.

"May I kiss you?"

I giggled, blushing. "Of course."

Steve leaned in, kissing me a lot more roughly and passionately than I expected. He gripped me hips, hovering over me. He kept one hand on my cheek, the other next to my hip, trapping me between his body and the bench. I wrapped both of my hands around his neck, lightly tugging his hair. 

"We're having a baby." He giggled as he pulled away. In the blink of an eye, I was over his shoulder and he was running upstairs, yelling "we're having a baby!!!" over and over. I heard cheers and clapping, and this caused me to smile widely. Steve placed me down, kissing me yet again. I was left breathless as he pulled away, smiling gently. 

"We're having a baby." He whispered, hugging me. I felt safe and happy in his arms, feeling at home as I wrapped my arms around him. And damn, did it feel good to be home.