I was smiling. I know we said that we wanted to wait for kids, but looks like we're not waiting any longer! I couldn't hold in my excitement for much longer. I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I couldn't believe it was happening!

I am a mother. And Steve is a father.

This is all too good to be true!

But how do I tell him? I should hint at it. His expression will be priceless! I know that he wants to be a parent, and so do I. Now that it's finally happening, it's impossible to believe. And that's when it hit me. The best way that I could think of to tell him just popped into my head.

But first, I have to get out of the house and go to the nearest hardware store.

I throw the test into the trash can, and quickly brush my teeth.

When I finish I open the bathroom door. Steve was sitting on the couch looking at the laptop. When he heard me open the door, he looked up.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I lie, only because I'm better then fine, "My stomach wasn't settled. I think it was just a one time thing."

"You know, you said that two days ago when you got sick." He retorted.

"Well, I promise you. I'm fine." I smile as I walk into the living room and sit on the couch next to Steve. He was reading an email on the computer. "Is that important?" I ask.

"Just a quick meeting. Nothing too important." He answers

"When is it?"

"I was getting ready to leave now, but I can stay if you're not feeling well."

"Steve, I'm fine. Please go to the meeting. I don't want you to miss anything. And besides, I was getting ready to leave as well. I was going to go to the hardware store to look at paint colors." I say, standing from the couch.

"Okay. But I want you to come back home if you begin to feel bad." He orders.

"Yes, Captain Rogers." I smile.

-

I had purchased two small samples of pink and baby blue paint. I cleared out a small path into the guest room and paint two small areas of the wall with the colors. I stand back and look at my work. That's when I hear the front door open and close.

"Alice? I'm home!" Steve calls.

"I'm in the guest bedroom!" I call back.

Steve walks in and nearly trips on some of the things on the floor in the guest room. I take his hand and guide him over towards me. When he stands next to me, he takes a good long look at the wall. He scrunches his brow.

"I thought these colors would look nice." I smile before I wrap my arms around his waist. He hugs me, but he was still puzzled. I hope he gets the hint.

"Pink...or blue? I don't get it, why pink or blue-" That's when he pauses.

His jaw drops and his expression was priceless. He figured it out.

"Alice are you.." He begins.

I take his hand in mine and place it on my lower stomach, "I am."

His eyes light up. I've never seen him so bright. Well, besides our wedding day. Without any verbal warning he pulls me into a tight hug and kisses me on the lips. He couldn't believe it.

"I-I am a dad." He smiles.

I laugh, "And you'll be the best dad ever."