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October
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“Mr. Rorgers, the tests came back.” The doctor started “You’re right you are indeed pregnant, 10 weeks to be exact.” He finished then began to walk out telling him to take some time to think over what he wants. Once the doctor left the room Steve broke down in tears he couldn’t stop.
He’s pregnant with a baby, with someone’s kid. Someone who may or not be Tony Stark the head of Stark Industries.
‘What the fuck am I going to do?’ Steve thought rubbing his semi flat stomach.
He can’t kill it since he doesn’t have the heart to kill it, and it’s the only thing he has left of Tony. It just has to live in Steve’s insides for nine months and live with him for another 18 years, that is if he decides to keep it.
He’s fucked.
Somehow he made his way out of the room and decided to book his 12 week appointment since he’s 10 weeks along. This fetus was living in him for 10 weeks already and he didn’t know. For a strange reason he wanted to punch himself and never wake up, and he wanted to pull over and cry.
The doctor did warn him that his emotions will be wack as a side effect of all the new hormones. He should worry about a bunch of other things that were in some packet. Steve didn’t care he just wanted to go home and sleep for the next 9 months. So that’s what he did. Or what he tried to do. He didn’t brother changing from his work clothes. He fell right asleep for a good two hours.
Then his stomach began to growl like he hasn’t ate for years. But everything he ate made him sick. Nothing in his small apartment stood a chance to his cravings. Steve knew that eating will be a challenge but he was expecting it to be later in his pregnancy. He’s also bummed about gaining weight to the point where getting out of bed might be a fucking workout.
He’ll have to depend on his friends. Shit he has to tell them. He has to tell Sam and Bucky who were trying for years. After three miscarriages the couple gave up. Bucky blames it all on himself and his age. They are older than Steve. Steve just turning 21, Bucky being 28, and Sam being 30. But what will they say especially when the father is Tony Stark?
He wanted to cry once again. He cried himself back to sleep thinking about all the negative things they might say.
Steve woke up later that night since his stomach literally wouldn’t shut up, and since someone pressed on his balder. As he used the bathroom he saw like four to five positive pregnancy tests in the trash bin near his feet. He made a mental note to dump them out later. He also thought about what the fuck he’s going to do.
After he ate what felt like ten peanut butter sandwiches he decided to call Bucky and tell him about the baby so he could beg for advice.
The line rang for what felt like centuries. Bucky picked up his voice deeper than normal telling Steve that he woke him up. Fuck how was he supposed to know what time it was when he’s been crying over and over again that he might have to get checked into a mental hospital.
The words he wanted to say were trapped in his throat. They were threatening to come out.
“Buc-buck I’m fu-cked.” Those were the only words he could get out of his mouth. The tears began to form and they desperately wanted to get out of his baby blue eyes so they could roll down his cheeks.
He suddenly couldn’t control himself, his breathing was speeding up. He knew what was happening. He used to have these whenever he would relive the moment when moth-ma took her own life in front of him. And when he woke up from a two year coma and he knew no one, he felt alone.
But Bucky, Bucky was there this time telling him to breathe, calm down and how he is on his way .
How could he calm down when there’s a kid inside of him, and it would grow day by day, week by week. Causing his once flat belly to stretch outward. Is he just supposed to think this is normal. And let this kid fuck with everything he worked for. How is he supposed to finish college and become an art teacher? He’ll never get the chance to French kiss guys at nightclubs because he’ll be too busy catching up to the new season of Doc McStuffins. Or dealing with the night feeding or making sure he’s kid doesn’t have a diaper rash.
He thought he didn’t want this.
No. He can’t have this kid, he just can’t.
He was going to finish art school and graduate then he’ll teach at a school and be happy. He won’t have to keep working at the library, and live off of microwavable dinners each night. This kid will just be something that happened in the past. The other father will never find out he’s sure of it.
So when Bucky showed up at his door drenched in rain he knew what he was going to say this time. The tears that were once pouring down his blood red face stopped. He stood up from the chair he was sitting on and hugged him.
‘This is the right thing to do.’ Steve thought to himself as he held onto his best friend. He was probably wet because Bucky was soaked or he because he’s covered in his own tears. Fuck maybe it could have been both.
Finally Bucky spoke up breaking the silence.
“So what happened punk?” Bucky asked they somehow made it back to the dinning room/living room. Sam passed Steve a blanket so he could wrap himself in and hide himself from the world.
At first Steve thought he should tell his friends about the baby and about his plans. But he didn’t feel ready so he made up a lie.
“They kicked me out of art school,” Steve began letting his friends take in what he said “they told me I wasn’t talented enough to keep going. I-I just got the email.” He took a slip of the tea that was handed to him by Sam. He tried to hide his face so they couldn’t catch on. He just needed time to think over his plan. And right now Sam and Bucky have too much on their plates so hearing Steve’s problems might be too much.
Also he wasn’t lying 100% he did get a email from the school dean telling him that if he didn’t show up for the next class then his spot will be taken away.
Their faces were something that will be ingrained into his head for the rest of the week. They both knew how important this is to Steve. Sure Sam just got into Steve’s life and from all Bucky told him, Sam knew how much of a fighter Steve is. When they were kids Bucky would fight anyone who harassed Steve and Steve would do the same for Bucky. The two were together till the end of the line nothing or no one would get in their way.
After Bucky and Sam gave Steve a giant hug and told him how everything was going to be alright. Steve reassured them that he’ll be okay for the night and that he’ll call them if anything bad happens.
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After not being able to fall back to sleep Steve prayed for the first time since his mother’s death. He begged for some type of a sign to tell him that he was doing the right thing.
”Hey uh God,” Steve thought out loud since his mother wasn’t there to tell him how it’s impolite to pray out loud. “so I know it’s been a while roughly five years jeez. But I just wanted to ask you what did I do to deserve this?” His voice cracked, tears threated to fall out of his eyes. He had to stay strong because Steve fucking Rogers is strong.
“Look I know i’ve been a terrible person and shit-fuck sorry I didn’t mean to curse sorry. I know I don’t deserve half of the things that were thrown at me both positive and negative. Just please tell me that this is the right thing okay?” He begged to whoever is currently listening. If there was some type of God out there maybe they could send him a sign.
Steve got up from the floor so he could strip down and hop into the shower to wash away the events from today.
Somehow his hands made it’s way back to his stomach, the place where a baby is currently growing. One that would force it’s way out of Steve and live with him for the next 18 years. Or it would live with some other family who might love it more than Steve ever could. His hands shook with fear something he barely felt. Because his father told him that being scared is for cowards and he did not raise a coward. Maybe that’s why he ran away and left his father with his mother who desperately wanted to leave him.
So when Steve was kicked out of the motel cause he was disturbing everyone there with how loud he was crying each night. He thought it was best to go back home. He hesitated to open the door for a while till he heard his mother cry for help. So when he walked into the door of his so called home to see his mother dangling from the chandelier. In that same living room where almost all of Steve’s birthdays were held and where Steve was caught by his father kissing another boy.
The image just couldn’t leave his mind.
Without even realizing Steve made his way back into his bedroom. He was no longer naked nor was he wet from the shower he took not that long ago. For the first time in the last week Steve found himself smiling because he truly didn’t know how this happened. And he just thought about how he’s so stupid because having this kid isn’t the end of the world.
It all came back to him. Steve’s lips crashing onto his cherry colored lips, tan hands gripping his moist blond hair, but-it can’t be true. He told himself that it was a dream, that it could never be true.
Cause wanting to fuck billionaire Tony Stark was something everyone wanted to do. But not everyone has the chance like Steve did, to do something that bold. Steve’s whole future is now taking a sharp left turn. And all he can do is sit back and watch it all happen.