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“What are you up to?” Tony asked as he walked into the living room where his husband was sprawled on the couch.
“Shh,” Steve shushed him gently. “You'll wake her up.”
“I was wondering where the nugget was.” Tony crouched next to Steve with a groan, resting his head on his shoulder so he could look at the tiny human resting on his chest. “Even now, the sight of you and a tiny baby sleeping on your chest makes my theoretical ovaries twitch.”
Steve just smiled widely, obviously containing a laugh. “That's your granddaughter you’re talking about.”
“More like my still very hot husband. And the fact that our gene pool is a tiny part of her makes her even cuter.”
Steve just puckered his lips for a kiss, which Tony easily gave him through a broad smile of his own. He couldn’t help placing his hand on Anabelle’s back, just above Steve’s, and watching her sleep peacefully.
“Where is our progeny anyways?” he asked after long minutes had passed where neither of them did anything but watch her sleep.
“Pete had an errand to run, and Michelle looked exhausted so I sent her to have a nap after she fed her.”
Tony smiled knowingly at him. “You just wanted snuggles.”
“Can you blame me? Look at her,” Steve answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, Tony had to admit, wasn’t far from the truth. “Do you even remember Peter being this small anymore?”
“It’s been almost 30 years. I can genuinely say I don’t. And he was smaller than she was at that age, too.”
Ana chose that moment to stretch, one little fist pumping out in front of her with a great big sigh as she settled back into her comfy position against Steve’s chest. Her tiny hand curled into Steve’s shirt and Tony could all but see his husband melt under her.
“I love her so fucking much, Tony,” Steve sighed out fondly, managing to bend just enough to kiss her head.
Tony faked offence and covered her one exposed ear. “Don’t listen to Pop-pops, Ana-banana. He says bad language words sometimes.”
“Pop-Pops? Really?” Steve’s brows shot up in amusement.
“Hot-Pops is not appropriate for her. Still testing out options,” Tony shrugged.
“Do not say shit like that in front of my daughter,” Peter said before Steve could answer, using his most offended-child tone as he walked into the room.
Tony’s hand returned to Ana’s ear. “Don’t listen to your dad either. He was clearly raised by hooligans with the mouth on him.”
“I don’t think hooligans covers it appropriately.” Peter leaned over the couch and kissed his daughter, making his own parents beam. “Want me to grab her, Pops?”
“No, I’m a-okay like this, kiddo,” Steve shooed him off.
“You know I’m 30, right? I think I’ve outgrown kiddo.”
“First of all, you are not 30,” Tony started seriously. “Still not cool lying to your parents at 29 years, 11 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days old.”
“Looking forward to seeing the candle distribution on my cake tonight to make that numerical situation happen,” Peter replied with an eye roll.
“And second,” Tony continued, ignoring his only child clearly making fun of him. “One day, you’ll call this one kiddo when she’s way too old for it, and you’ll remember this moment and get why we still call you that.”
Steve nodded. “Yup. You’re always going to be our baby boy. Live with it.”
Peter frowned at them fondly before making his way to the kitchen of the lake house Steve and Tony called home. “You two are so weird sometimes.”
“You’re at least half this weird,” Tony reminded him.
“Be nice, I don’t want him taking Ana-beans away out of spite,” Steve chuckled, the motion sending the newborn into the most adorable fit of smooshing her face against Steve’s shirt and making unhappy little noises. Steve proceeded to make soothing sounds and Tony rubbed her back to get her to stay asleep.
“You’ve always been better with the newborn stage,” Tony remarked, looking at Steve now that Ana was looking in the opposite direction.
“It’s for the same reason you keep me around to snuggle with: I’m a furnace. They like heat.”
“I keep you around ‘cause you can reach the high shelves in the cupboard. And you’re cute,” Tony winked at him. “You were always more patient than I was. I hated not knowing why Peter was crying and how to make it better. It got easier when he could talk.”
“You were always an amazing dad. And husband.” Steve used his free hand to pull Tony in for another kiss. “I love the family we built together.”
“And here I thought you couldn’t get any mushier on main,” Peter declared as he came back to the living room. “And yes, I brought back an expression from the olden days since you’re not up with the cool kids’ lingo anymore.”
“Again, one day Ana-Bella is going to say shit like that to you, and you’ll feel our pain,” Tony smirked at him.
“Nah, I’m gonna be cool forever in her eyes.” Peter dodged a pillow being thrown at his head. “I’ll go see if Michelle is actually sleeping or making lists of lists instead. Call us if you need us.”
“Go nap, you need it too,” Steve called after him. He turned to Tony with a smile. “We’re still cool, right? We’re superheroes.”
“Retired superheroes. The fact that you’re asking proves our point, I think. We lost our cool a while ago, Capsicle. Now, scootch over so I can get in on sleepy Annie snuggles too.”
Tony grabbed a throw blanket from the chair next to them and manoeuvred himself onto the couch next to Steve. He dropped the cozy blanket over the three of them and slotted himself against Steve’s side, his strong arm wrapped around Tony’s back to make sure he didn’t fall. He gave a soft kiss to Anabelle’s hand, still clutching on to Steve’s shirt, earning himself a little hitching sigh from his granddaughter, who turned her head once again towards him.
Tony tilted his head up where it lay on Steve’s shoulder, giving his husband a kiss on the jaw, just below his ear.
“I love the life we’ve built too, honey,” he whispered in Steve’s ear, earning himself a kiss on the cheek.
He drifted off thinking of many more afternoons spent just like this, watching his grandchild grow with their family by his side, snow forts and swims in the lake only a few years away when Anabelle was big enough for them.
Life really had been good to them.