*Hehe, wassup guuuuuuuuuyyyzzzzzzzz!!! It's me! Your faithful pal Peter again! Sorry for not updating before that chapter before, MJ, Ned, and Wade came over to the Avengers' Tower to stay for three weeks so I wasn't able to do anything! Let's move onto the next important milestone in my mom's pregnancy!*

"Tonyyyyyyy!" Steve whined, his baby bump showing as he was 9 weeks or two months (19-ish weeks/4 months for an average person) pregnant.

Tony had just come back from another meeting, but he hadn't even been able to take his coat off before Steve whined like an adorable blond golden retriever in need of attention.

Tony sighed, setting his briefcase down and taking off his coat from the April shower, "What do you want Steve?" he asked.

After the "I love you," incident, the two had grown so much closer, finally onto a first-name basis instead of using formalities like, "Stark," or "Cap(tain)."

"The bub wants something!" Steve exclaimed, sitting on a plush chair he found.

"Which is?"

"Snaps Chewy Candy."

Tony looked taken aback, "Uh, isn't that from the thirties or forties?"

Steve just pouted, taking great care to show off his big blue puppy-dog eyes that he knew for a fact Tony couldn't resist, "Yes."

"Do they even make those anymore?" Tony asked, walking over to Steve.

Steve made a face that was uncannily similar to a kicked retriever-puppy, "They don't?" he asked in a tone that meant "They better!", and the baby inside his stomach seemed to agree because it kicked Steve's stomach. Hard.

Steve involuntarily gasped as his hand flew to his stomach, rubbing the spot his bub kicked. It was the first their baby had ever kicked, and it was over sweets, perfect.

"What?" Tony yelled, extremely worried, "What happened?" he asked, running over to Steve's side, worried that something was wrong with Steve, or worse, something happened to their baby.

"The bub kicked," Steve gasped, rubbing the spot where their baby had kicked, "See? Here," he said, guiding Tony's hand over to where their baby kicked.

Luckily the baby *IT'S ME GUYS!! IT'S ME I MADE MOVEMENTS!!!* kicked again, and Tony felt the little bump of a foot (or hand) on the outside of Steve's stomach.

"Oh my fuck," Tony whispered, looking into Steve's eyes, Steve looked kind of miffed that Tony swore around the baby but ignored it, "Oh my fuck! The baby's kicking! Our kid's kicking!"

Steve watched as Tony did a horrendous happy dance in front of him, taking great care to shake his butt as it was apparently a significant part of the dance. Steve just rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's, (were they boyfriends? I mean, they were living together, they've kissed, and they said I love you... okay it was safe to assume they were boyfriends,) ridiculous dance, "You know, we won't have to call them kid, or even bub anymore after our next appointment," Steve pointed out, his hands resting on his stomach as he enjoyed the show that was Tony dancing ridiculously, he hoped Jarvis caught it on camera.

"We won't?" Tony asked, genuinely confused.

Steve rolled his eyes again, seriously, he kept on doing that around Tony, his eyes were going to get permanently stuck in the back of his head, "I'm 19 weeks along for a normal person, we should be able to determine to gender the next time we go to the doctors... that is, if the bub decides to cooperate."

Tony just nodded his head, soaking up all the information, "That makes sense."

"So, about those candies?"

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Steve happily munched on his candies as Tony paced in front of their bed, lost in thought. For the past hour, Tony had been trying to determine the gender before actually going to the OB/GYN.

"Wait, apparently my mom said that if the stomach is hanging lower it's a boy, is it lower or more towards your chest?" Tony asked, suddenly stopping his pacing.

Steve just rolled his eyes, popping another candy in his mouth, "I don't have boobs Tony, I can't tell, plus it's probably too early for that."

"Okay, what about uh," Tony thought for a moment, "Complexion and hair! Someone once told me that if you look ugly, acne, dull hair, it's a girl, and shiny hair it's a boy!"

Steve rolled his eyes again, he seriously needed to come up with something else to do when Tony annoyed him or else his eyes are going to be so damaged by the end of it, "Tony, I haven't had acne since before the serum, my complexion's fine, and my hair looks normal."

"There is a boob test apparently..."

"No we aren't looking at my 'boobs' stark, I don't have any," Steve said exasperated, stuffing a bunch of candy in his mouth, then suddenly it seemed that he didn't want it anymore, so he set the box on the nightstand and pulled out his sketchbook.

"There's a nipple test," Tony singsonged, climbing into the bed.

Steve groaned, hitting himself in the forehead with his sketchbook, "No we are not staring at my nipples Stark," he muttered, extremely close to trying to knocking Tony out with his sketchbook. Steve amused himself with the idea for a second before pulling out coloured pencils from the nightstand drawer and adding in colour to his drawing.

"How about-" Tony started to say but was cut off by Steve, who glared at him.

Tony raised his hands up in surrender and raised his eyebrows in mock innocence, "Okay fine. But whatcha drawing there Captain Jawline?"

Steve ignored the nickname and just went on with colouring his sketch, he was vaguely aware of Tony leaning over his shoulder and peering over at the design.

"Is that the kid?" Tony asked softly, pointing to the sketch Steve was colouring.

"Yeah, my idea of the bub," Steve said, picking out a soft brown from his pack.

"I think they'll look more like me though," Tony said, gesturing to the blue eyes of one of the sketches, "Brown-eyed baby."

Steve just chuckled, "Like I said, my idea," he muttered, going back to drawing the baby, which didn't look like a boy or a girl, just a baby, the outfit Steve put on the drawing didn't help either since it was just a simple white onesie.

Tony stared at it for a bit longer, before pointing out that maybe the kid should have a darker skin tone.

Steve sighed, "I'm literally Irish Stark, the bub's going to at least be decently pale if he doesn't have my eyes."

"So wait, Captain America isn't even American?" Tony asked, his mouth hung open and his eyes wide.

"Yep, my parents were Irish immigrants, and close your mouth Tony, you're going to attract flies," Steve said, flipping to a different sketch as he was a bit bored of colouring in the baby.

Tony pouted, but closed his mouth, "Can I rub your belly?" he asked hesitantly, sure they were together, but Tony was still hesitant about touching Steve in spots that he probably didn't want people touching. Tony respected Steve's personal space and boundaries, and he didn't want to cross them without permission, because, as much as he acted like a dickhead, he really wasn't on the inside.

"Of course, the bub's your baby too," Steve said, setting his sketchbook aside and pulling down his blanket slightly so Tony could feel the bump.

Tony hesitantly brought his hand to the baby bump but pulled back last second.

"Here," Steve muttered, holding Tony's wrist and guiding his hand to the bump and letting Tony rub it.

"Do you think the kid can hear me?" Tony asked, leaning down so that his face was almost level to Steve's stomach.

Steve hummed, "The bub should be starting to be able to hear things at 19 almost twenty weeks along, so sure."

"Hey there kid," Tony said in a sweet tone, something that Steve nearly cooed at, "I'm your dad, you can call me that anyways. I'm going to make sure you have the best life okay? I'll try my best to make it happy, or, at least happier than my life. You know, the best thing that ever happened to me was probably you, or your mom... your mom's giving a look now whoops," Tony mumbled, grinning, he hesitantly brought his face closer, then looked up at Steve as if asking his permission, Steve nodded in affirmation and Tony pressed a kiss to the side of Steve's stomach, right where the baby had kicked last, "I love you."

"That was adorable, I wish I caught it on tape," Steve said, as Tony rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to Steve's lips.

"I actually caught it on tape sir," JARVIS said, butting into the intimate moment because Tony had programmed him to be a little shit.

Tony, long used to JARVIS butting into nearly everything he did with Steve just siad, "Thanks J, now if you could put it with the others that'd be awesome."

"Others?" Steve inquired, his hand was placed almost under his bump as if he were trying to support his baby and bring them closer to him.

"J?"

"Of course sir, Mr Rogers,"

"Steve," Steve corrected, he had gotten a little more used to Jarvis now that he had been living with Tony for over two months, although whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, Jarvis' voice still startled him. JARVIS has kind of become his friendly supports and it would be nice if JARVIS would just address him by his first name.

"Mr Rogers," JARVIS pressed on, "Mister Stark has been collecting photos and videos of interaction with the baby, and is saving it to a secure file for later on."

"Awwww," Steve cooed, "That's so sweet, thank you, Tony," he siad, pecking Tony on the cheek.

"You're welcome," Tony said, puffing out his chest slightly, "So tomorrow's doctor appointment will figure out the gender?"

"Yes, and can you get me a potato and hot-dog salad with dots candies on top? The bub wants some please?" Steve siad, giving Tony big blue retriever-eyes.

"Your cravings are so old-fashioned," Tony mumbled before asking Jarvis to find someone who could make potato and hot-dog salad.

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"Steve, wake up wake up we're gonna be late!" Tony whispered, for the first time in two months he woke up before Steve, and he was now using that to his advantage as the shook awake the sleeping zombie beside him.

Steve groaned and tried rolling over keyword: tried, as much as he knew rolling over wouldn't hurt the bub, he still sat up, then went down on his other side to face Tony, "What time is it?" he mumbled, sleep still evident in his eyes.

"J? What's the time?"

"9 AM sir."

Steve moaned again, "I wanna sleep Tony, our appointment isn't until noon," he groaned pulling his pillow to cover his face, muffling his voice.

Tony pouted and pulled the pillow from Steve's grip, which was surprisingly easy in Steve's tired state, "Please?"

"No."

Tony sighed, bringing out his magic words, "Shower, kisses, cheerios."

Steve immediately perked up, "Fine, but I'm sleeping early tonight!" he said, getting out of bed and going to his closet to grab clothes.

Tony punched his fist into the air and ran to his room to get clothes as well. Both he and Steve stepped into the hot shower, and plenty of steam followed, and not just the kind made form water.

After their lovely shower that consisted more of kissing than cleaning, both men were fully changed and both of them heading into the dining room, where Tony got a big bowl from a cupboard, milk from the fridge, and a box of cheerios form the countertop.

Tony had figured out about two weeks ago that pregnant Steve meant cheerios were a common craving, at least there wasn't anything that weird yet.

"Do you have any cream cheese or pickles to go with that?" Steve asked, coming up behind Tony.

'Oh dear lord here comes the weird cravings,' Tony thought, but searched the fridge, "Nope none here, Jarvis?"

"On it sir."

"Actually, I was wondering if we could actually go grocery shopping today," Steve muttered, trying to bury his face in Tony's shoulder.

"I mean why not?" Tony said, "Jarvis, do you have the grocery list?"

"Milk, eggs, Instant Noodles, bread, cereal, hot dogs, cream cheese, pickles, healthy vegetables, lays chips, and assorted 30s and 40s candy, sir."

"Assorted candies?" Steve inquired, just as Tong whined, "Seriously J? Vegetables?"

"Based on you recent cravings Mr Rogers, you seem to be craving things from your childhood, or you're just not used to things this day and age so your tastes haven't adjusted yet," JARVIS explained, completely ignoring Tony's pouts.

Steve just nodded as he got his bowl of cereal and started scarfing it down at the dining table.

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"Would you look at that it's a miracle," Steve said, supporting his baby bump with his hands, "Tony Stark has finally realized that driving within the speed limit daily is a good thing."

"Oh shut up Steve," Tony said, getting the paperwork, "At least I didn't go running headfirst into Nazi headquarters."

Steve just huffed, crossing his arms on top of his baby bump as he brought out his sketchbook that he brought practically everywhere.

Tony sat down beside Steve in the waiting room, filling out the paperwork as Steve sketched lord knows what.

"So, I forgot to mention this to you," Tony said, finishing up the paperwork.

"Yeah?"

"But some people have parties to reveal the gender of their babies and the parents don't know, they get a close friend to organize it, then the gender is revealed some way, sometimes a cake or popping a balloon or something," Tony explained quickly, as if Steve might interrupt him, "Or you can skip the party and go straight to close friend reveals gender, or we could just know the gender."

Steve thought it over a few times, "And I'm guessing this close friend is either Happy or Rhodey?"

"I mean, do you have any other ideas?"

Steve was about to say something but Tony cut him off.

"You're about to say Fury aren't you?"

Steve blushed, "How did you know?"

"He's one of the only people that you know that I don't really know."

Steve paused, "Fine, you win, but how about we get all three of them to do something?"

Just as Tony was about to reply to Steve, the nurse called their names.

"Steve Rogers?" He said.

"We'll talk when we get home," Tony whispered before following Steve into their room.

The procedures were normal, everything Steve was used to, then he asked, "We get to find out the gender today right?"

"Of course," the doctor siad, "Would you guys like to know the gender right away or enclosed in an envelope?"

"Enclosed," Steve said, he was still thinking about having a real gender reveal.

The doctor just nodded and smiled as they started the procedure to find out the gender of the baby.

After everyone was happy and finished, Steve took the envelope because he did not trust Tony to not look I to the envelope to try to find out the gender before him.

"Aww, c'mon Steve!" Tony whined, grabbing for the envelope in Steve's hands, "Please? Just a peek?"

"No Stark," Steve said, walking to Tony's Lamborghini, "We'll discuss it when we get home, and we ate not looking in the envelope, it ruins the surprise."

"Please Stevie?"

Steve suddenly went stiff, still clutching the envelope.

"Uh, Cap?" Tony siad, suddenly worried that he might've triggered something in Steve's brain, 'Is he having a flashback or something?' Tony wondered, taking Steve's hand into his own, "Steve?" he whispered, "Are you okay? Let's get in the car."

Steve snapped back and shook his head, "It's nothing," he muttered, getting into the car, "But, can we get doughnuts?"

Tony grinned, "I thought you'd never ask."

After they got doughnuts, Steve getting old-fashioned, something Tony laughed at, and Tony getting double chocolate, which Steve said was way too much sugar, they fulfilled Steve's wish of going to the supermarket like a normal person.

"J, tell us the list again?" Tony told his watch.

"Milk, eggs, Instant Noodles, bread, cereal, hot dogs, cream cheese, pickles, healthy vegetables, lays chips, and assorted 30s and 40s candy, sir."

"Thanks," Tony said, then he looked up and found Steve missing, "What the hell," he muttered, "I left you alone for like, five seconds Steve where are you?"

Tony looked around the store, trying to find Steve, "Where did he go?" he mumbled, then Tony spotted Steve right beside the plums.

"Oh hey, Tony! There you are, can we get some plums?" Steve asked pointing to the perfectly ripe plums.

"I thought we were coming here for cream cheese and pickles," Tony sighed.

Steve just grinned, "And now I want plums, please Tony?"

Tony took one look at Steve's big blue eyes and gave in, "Fine," he relented.

Stev grinned and started getting plums for the little bub because apparently sweet things were a staple now.

A/N Okay, so, should I do a big party, or something small, like just Happy, Rhodey, Nick, Nick's wife, Tony, and obviously Steve, or a really big party? Let me know! Also, sorry about this chapter being short, I just didn't know what I should've done for the gender reveal, and erm if you have any ideas let me know?