Characters: reader, Kurt (Steve), Grant (OC), Ted (OC).

Summary: Almost three years have passed since that unforgettable night you spent with a mysterious man in a snowy cabin. When Steve unexpectedly walks back into your small town, a lot has changed for you both. How will your time apart and Steve's uncertain present affect the possibility of a future together? [Canon, events take place shortly after CACW]

Warnings: Fluff in spades, sexy times. ;) Mild angst perhaps?

Word Count: 3.4k

Song Inspiration: The Night We Met by Lord Huron

A/N: Welp. We pick up right where we left off, soooooo hope you're ready! ;) Still all the adorable fluff, though! Grant is the cutest and Steve is SO dreamy. *swoon* And then...well, I guess you'll find out. ;) Please let me know your thoughts! I appreciate all comments and feedback. I adore you, thank you for reading. <3

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Previously:

One last question he felt compelled to voice. "Are you sure?"

Nodding rapidly, you released your legs and found your footing, heading for the bed. "I've been without you for three years. I'm not wasting another second," you declared as you leaned into his kiss once again.

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The moment your lips touched Steve's, there was a steady smolder that began to burn hotter under your skin. Desperate as you were for one other, you felt a desire to take it slow and savor this long-awaited reunion. Looping your arms around his neck, you melded every part of you against Steve's muscular form. Soft, pillowy lips caressed yours as you walked in tandem toward the bed, soon finding the mattress with the back of your knees.

Steve pulled away an inch, his gaze never leaving yours as he placed a hand on the side of your face. He brushed a thumb across your cheekbone while his other hand reached down to rest it at your waist, teasing the hem of your top. Your fingers slipped under the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt, seeking the warm, smooth skin underneath. Steve leaned away from you just enough so he could grip the shirt's collar and pull it over his head in one swift motion.

Gently, he reached for your hem and met your eye for permission with you nodding in response. He did so gently, tossing the article of clothing to the floor. As you leisurely undressed one another between slow, sensual kisses, you had a moment of doubt. Looking down at the ways your body had changed due to carrying a child and giving birth, you suddenly felt self-conscious under his gaze.

Steve seemed to sense your hesitation, slowing his movements only to use a finger under your chin so you would meet his eye. Once you did, you saw nothing but awe and adoration. Pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, he smiled tenderly.

"I didn't think it was possible, but you're even more beautiful than I remember," he whispered softly, causing your face to warm.

You smiled gratefully, feeling your nerves fall away along with the rest of your clothing. As he joined you on the bed, Steve took his sweet time to re-learn every inch of your skin, paying loving attention to the scars and stretch marks that stood as evidence that your body once carried his child. He worshipped your form tirelessly until you couldn't take it anymore, begging to be joined as one.

Hurriedly finding the small packet you sought in your bedside drawer, you soon sighed in relief as your bodies fit together perfectly in a way time and distance could not alter. You moved in tandem, being cautious of the noise you made, as Steve brought you higher and higher until you both tumbled down together. Catching your breath, Steve pulled you into his side and pressed a kiss to your sweaty brow.

"I've missed you," he uttered breathlessly, brushing a hand across your bare back.

Tilting your head up, you swept a sweaty lock of hair from his forehead and trailed your fingers down to his soft, whiskered cheek. "I've missed you, too. You have no idea how much," you replied, pecking a kiss to his lips and stretching your legs with a groan. "Well, I'm gonna be sore tomorrow. I was a little nervous, actually...feeling out of practice," you confessed as your fingers traced the hard lines of Steve's chiseled torso.

"Really?" Steve asked in mild shock. "I was honestly surprised you're still single. Guess I should have asked first, though, huh?" he teased.

You pinched his side playfully in response and Steve retaliated by tickling you mercilessly. You both finally called a truce and settled back into your post-coital cuddling.

"What about you? Any time for a love life in between saving the world?" you asked in response.

Steve chuckled lightly and exhaled. "Not really. There was the possibility of someone...wouldn't have worked out, though. And now I'm glad it didn't," he answered while letting his hands begin to wander across your skin once again.

"Mm," you groaned in pleasure as his hand dipped below your waist. "Ready so soon? That Super Soldier stamina might be the death of me. What a way to go, though," you grinned as you lifted a knee to straddle his waist. Soreness be damned.

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Quiet knocking and a rattling sound roused you from slumber the next morning, your head raising from your human pillow as Steve shifted underneath you. Squinting at the bedroom door, you realized the rattling was the doorknob failing to turn, since it was locked.

"Mama," a small voice was heard through the wood. "Where Steeb?"

You quickly sat up, clutching the sheets to your chest. Glancing down at the handsome man sharing your bed, he seemed a little lost for words as well. "Well, it's official, he likes you better than me," you joked to Steve at a whisper. "I'll be right there, sweetie! We can find Steve together!" you answered through the door and jumping out of bed. Steve did the same, reaching for his clothes.

"What do we do?" he asked in a whisper.

"It'll be fine, I got it," you assured him, pulling on your robe and tying the sash.

Carefully opening the door, Steve managed to hide behind it as you scooped up Grant in your arms with a kiss to his cheek. "Morning, little man. Should we go find Steve?" you asked in a curious tone.

"Yeah. He make breakfast," Grant said with a pout.

"I know, he does make a good breakfast. Let's look in the living room," you said, making a elaborate act of looking behind the couch and under the coffee table. "No? Hmm. Maybe in the kitchen?"

Just as you walked in the kitchen you saw Steve sneak past out of the corner of your eye into the living room. You and Grant looked under the dining table and around the side of the fridge before exiting the room only to find Steve in full view.

You let out a fake gasp. "There he is!"

"Steeb!" Grant cried out, launching himself out of your arms where Steve caught the little boy and tossed him a few inches into the air before catching him.

"Here I am," Steve replied with a huge smile, bedhead still apparent in his gorgeous locks. He tickled the boy's tummy, peals of that sweet laughter bursting from your joyous son. "What should we have for breakfast, pal?"

"Blueberry!"

Steve chuckled. "Well, how about we put them in some pancakes this time? Do you have the ingredients?" he asked, addressing you about the last part.

"We should, I'll check," you replied, heading into the kitchen.

While you pulled all the ingredients out of the cupboards, Steve buckled Grant into his booster seat so he could "help" again by whisking or something. It was mostly just the keep him stationary while Steve cooked.

"I should probably go into the office today, since it's a Friday. The weekend seems to go better if I do," you told Steve regrettably. You wanted so much to stay home, but in order to enjoy the freedoms of your job, you had to do what was required of you. "Are you okay with daddy duty again or do you want me to get Grant ready for daycare?"

Steve smiled at your choice of words. "Daddy duty. I like it. And I don't mind at all, I'd love for him to stay here with me," he replied.

You had actually surprised even yourself with that phrase, but since he didn't mind, you just gave him a grin. "Okay. I should get ready myself then..." you trailed off, walking into the hallway.

Steve caught your hand then and pulled you toward him in one swift motion. He held you tight against him, pressing his lips to yours for a lingering, sensual kiss. Now that was a nice morning pick-me-up. His hands began to wander under your robe where you wore nothing at all and you let out a low groan from the back of your throat.

"Mm. I'll never get out of here if you don't stop that," you muttered against his lips before reluctantly pulling out of his grasp. "Pancakes, Mr. Rogers," you said with a point of your finger, to which he nodded with a smirk and bite of his lip.

Steve watched you go and when you looked back, he had that smoldering expression that about had you coming undone right then and there. Grabbing clean clothes from your dresser drawer, you headed for the bathroom. Cold shower it is, you thought with a sigh.

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A quick breakfast of pancakes later, you headed out the door with a kiss to Grant's sticky cheek and a lingering embrace from Steve. When you arrived at work, you noticed that Ted's office was vacant and part of you was relieved. The majority of the morning was spent filling out paperwork for a Worker's Compensation case where an employee had been injured on the work site. Dealing with insurance was a hassle, but it was part of your job.

After that, you caught up on emails and sent a few files to the payroll department concerning personnel changes. Glancing at the clock, you noticed that lunchtime was approaching, so you grabbed your phone and dialed.

"Y/N, hi," Steve answered, a little breathless.

"Hi," you answered with a smile. "What are you fellas up to?"

"We got a few inches of snow, so we bundled up and went outside for an hour or so. Hope that's okay," he replied.

"I didn't even know it was snowing. Of course, sounds like fun. It'll probably help to tire him out for a nap, so bonus," you teased, imagining your son traipsing through the snow with Steve, hand in hand. The thought warmed your heart.

Steve chuckled lightly. "That definitely crossed my mind. I think we'll head in soon to eat. Will you be coming home for lunch?" he asked, hopeful.

You glanced at the files on your desk and considered your to-do list for the day. "Actually, I don't have much more to take care of. I might just work straight through and then hopefully leave in a few hours. Maybe start the weekend early?" you spoke optimistically.

"I like the sound of that," Steve agreed. "Also, I did want to mention...this is probably my fault, but the leftovers are almost finished and there's not much else in the fridge..." he trailed off, sounding apologetic.

You laughed. "That's okay, I figured it was about time to go grocery shopping. How about I grab some dinner on the way home for tonight and then I'll get some groceries tomorrow?" you offered.

"Perfect."

"Alright. Any preferences?" you inquired, parting the blinds at your office window to watch the snow fall.

"Nah, I'm good with anything," he answered casually. "Drive safe. We'll see you soon."

"I will. Okay. Bye," you signed off, then turning away from the window. You jumped then to see someone standing in your doorway. "Ted! Oh, you startled me," you told him, placing a hand over your racing heart.

"Sorry about that," Ted apologized with a smile as he took a step into your office. From what you could tell, he had just barely arrived at the office, the snow still melting in his perfectly coiffed hair as evidence. "How's the morning been?"

"Um...fine. I got that Worker's Comp paperwork done and sent personnel files to payroll. I didn't know it was snowing, though, is it bad out there?" you asked with concern.

Ted shifted his stance and frowned slightly. "Not terrible right now. Pretty good visibility. Were you heading out for lunch? Because I bought way too much Chinese food, you're welcome to join me," he offered with a wave of his hand.

Blinking a few times, you thought about his offer. "Um..no, that's okay. Thank you for offering, but I think I'll just work the next few hours and try to get home early before the storm gets bad," you said with a small smile.

"You sure? Okay," Ted nodded as he took a step to leave.

"Oh, Ted," you spoke suddenly and he turned your way. "I just wanted to mention that Grant will be staying with a friend for a little while whenever I'm working. I'd rather save the money on daycare and all that, you know....I appreciate your concern, though," you finished speaking. You weren't sure what compelled you to tell him all that, but perhaps you felt the need to keep Ted from digging into the matter any further.

Ted paused then, crossing his arms over his chest. "I see. Well, whatever's best for the two of you," he replied with a tight smile.

"Thank you," you told him, the silence lingering a moment too long. "Well, I better get back to it."

"Of course," he uttered quietly before leaving your office.

Slumping down in your office chair, you wondered why things suddenly seemed so weird between the two of you. Your professional interaction had always been normal, with occasionally bumping into one another in town, which was inevitable given it's size. Perhaps allowing him to pick up Grant from daycare last week had shifted the dynamics unexpectedly. Shaking it off, you grabbed a granola bar from your purse to munch on while you got back to work.

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Snow was still falling as you arrived at your car and brushed the white powder from your windshield. Hopping in the driver's seat, you turned the ignition, cranked up the heat, and set out for home. As you reached a stop sign you remember that Jana had texted you earlier and you hadn't been able to respond, so you used hands-free bluetooth to make a call.

"Hello?" you heard Jana answer, her voice filling your car.

"Hey! Sorry I couldn't answer your text, I was trying to finish work early and head home before the storm got bad. I'm in the car now. How've you been?" you asked, flicking on your turn signal to head toward town.

"Oh, we're all fine here. Glad you're heading out early. But as I recall, my text actually asked how things were going with Steve. Don't hold out on me, girl," she called you out, as usual. It had been such a blessing to have Jana for a friend, especially the past few years. She was a straight-shooter, not afraid to tell it like it is. Her concern about Kurt/Steve was genuine and you really appreciated that. Now it seemed she was invested in your current situation, making you smile.

You let out a laugh as you increased the speed of your windshield wipers, the snow falling a bit faster. "Things are...good," you answered vaguely, knowing it would drive your best friend crazy.

"Y/N!! Don't give me 'good', I'm home almost every day with two kids under 5. I need to live vicariously through you and your superhero baby daddy, don't make me drag it out of you," she threatened at a whisper, knowing that she was keeping her promise of not telling anyone about your situation.

"Okay, okay!" you relented with another chuckle. "Things are great, actually. Really great. He's so good with Grant, even though he's nervous about not knowing enough, he's willing to learn. Steve's actually watching Grant while I work. He completely volunteered, I even gave him an out and he refused it. I mean, I always envied you having Brent to help with parenting, but I never really knew any different than doing it all myself. Having a partner is...amazing," you finished with a huge grin upon your face, knowing you were headed home to the two who held your heart.

"Aw, sweetie, I'm so happy for you! And, uh...what about the two of you?" she asked in a not-so-subtle tone.

Biting your lip and thinking about the events of last night, you finally answered. "Steve and I are....I mean, we've been talking and catching up and everything. I told myself I should take it slow and wait, but...."

"But?" Jana demanded when you trailed off.

"Well, he was so sweet and respectful about waiting, but...basically I jumped his bones last night and it was amazing!" you shouted within the confines of your car, grinning from ear to ear.

"WHAT? YES!" Jana yelled on her end, then explaining to her startled children that everything was fine. "Oh my god, okay you have to tell me everything..."

You spent the rest of the call going into detail about last night, feeling a bit flushed as you relived each moment. Saying goodbye to Jana when you stopped to grab dinner, you then drove the last few minutes home in silence to concentrate on the road.

Walking in the front door, you set down the bags of take-out and shook the snow from your coat and hair. As you approached the living room, you heard the low timbre of Steve's voice mixed with Grant's whines and cries. You recognized this cry, though. He wasn't hurt, more like he wasn't getting what he wanted.

Entering the kitchen, you spotted Grant sitting on a dining room chair facing the corner.

"You've got another two minutes, buddy. Then we'll talk about it," you heard Steve say to Grant before he turned your way.

"Hey, what's going on?" you quietly asked in concern as you set down the bags.

Steve gently pulled you into the living room and engulfed you into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're home," he uttered against the skin of your neck, his beard tickling you lightly.

"I'm glad I'm home, too. The roads are starting to get bad. Is everything okay?" you asked again as you pulled away.

Steve huffed out a sigh while running a hand through his hair. "Everything was fine when you called. We had some lunch and you're right, he went down for a nap just great. I sat down to read for a while and must have fallen asleep, too. When I woke up, Grant was out of bed and had somehow discovered a marker. He was writing on the wall of his bedroom when I found him," he finished with a defeated expression.

You gave him a sympathetic smile and looped your arms around his small waist.

"So, I took the marker from him and told him you only draw on paper and he kind of flipped out, even started hitting me. That was a new reaction, so I had been reading one of those parenting books that I found on your bookshelf and saw something about time-out, so I thought I'd try it. Not as easy as it sounds," he shook his head, rubbing your back absentmindedly. "I didn't really know how you would have dealt with it and didn't want to bother you at work, so..."

"You did just fine," you assured with a smile. "Grant is a good kid, but he's still two years old. There's a reason they call them the 'Terrible Two's'. He's been in time-out a few times before. Hitting is definitely not okay, so you were right to react that way," you replied, raising a hand to his handsome face. "And don't worry about the wall, it'll come off."

Steve closed his eyes a moment. "I just hated making him upset, though."

"I know. We can't always be the good guys, though. If we give him everything he wants and never teach him right from wrong, then that's how you raise a spoiled brat that society will later hate. I know it's all new and scary, but you're doing just fine. I promise," you said, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Steve deepened the kiss a moment, before pulling away. "Thank you. I needed that," he said with a sigh. "So, is that dinner you brought?"

"Yeah. I got sandwiches from that amazing place we both loved," you answered, leading Steve back into the kitchen by the hand. You started to unwrap everything when Grant finally notice your presence.

"Mama!" he cried out from his exile in the corner. Grant crawled up onto his knees and reached over the back of the chair for you.

"Hi, sweetie. You can come have your sandwich once your time-out is finished. Now, turn around and sit on your bum. You have one more minute," you said sternly.

"No," your son whined, collapsing onto the chair once more.

"Uh uh, I'm not gonna rescue you. You know that drawing on walls and hitting is not okay. You should've listened to your daddy the first time," you scolded the boy.

Grant seemed to quiet then, his tear-stained face scrunched in confusion.

"Daddy?"

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Part 11>>> Coming Soon!!

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Aaahh!!! I know, I know, that cliffhanger. heh. Sorry, but that little slip up by her leads to some good things! Isn't Jana so funny?? I just love her! Gotta have a good friend to lean on. That Ted, though...hmmm. A few more clues, perhaps? Steve is so adorable!! "Daddy duty" *swoon* Parenting is tough, though. He feels so bad about punishing little Grant. Sigh. Had to be done, though. I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments! Thank you so much for reading. Love you guys.