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Week 7
Throughout his 107 (or 39 naturally lived) years of life, Steve Rogers had acquired several titles throughout his life. First, he was an army trainee, then, he was promoted to Captain, then (after about seventy years being frozen), an Avenger, and after breaking the rules of space and time along the way, Peggy's husband (something Steve could have never predicted before he had gone back), and now most recently – a father.
Steve Rogers was going to be a father – Peggy had told him last night. That in itself had been something of an abstract concept; after he had awoken in the future, the man out of time assumed that ship had sailed. He had put his head down and focused on helping people to the best of his ability, thinking that his opportunity for a more simplistic life was long gone.
And yet, here they were. They weren’t exactly trying for a baby, nor were they expecting to have one so soon – the news was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
Nonetheless, Steve knew that these coming months would surely be a journey, but he was confident that he and Peggy could handle it no matter what.
Week 8
Peggy Carter did not take sick days. In all the time that she had been working for the SSR, she could proudly say she had never taken a sick day (vacation days, yes, but they certainly didn’t count). Peggy Carter had also never been pregnant before – it seemed to hit her violently from the start. She could hardly keep her eyes open for hours at a time, and the consistent waves of nausea left only certain foods to be desired. She didn’t bother to fight Steve when he suggested she should use some sick days.
Peggy needed some paperwork dropped off, however, and Steve was happy to grant his wonderful wife who was growing their equally wonderful child a full day of sleep.
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"Say, where’s Peggy? I haven't seen her." Dugan mentions, pouring himself some coffee. “She still owes me a cognac from when we saved Barnes’ ass.”
"Peggy couldn't make it in today. She has the stomach flu," Steve replies, only half listening.
Jones and Dugan exchange dubious glances.
“Must be pretty bad if it could take Peggy down,” Dugan comments before sipping his coffee. “Tell her we said hello, by the way.”
“Yep, it’s pretty bad. And I will,”
Jones eyes Steve slyly. “Y’don’t think she could be… pregnant, do you?”
Steve nearly chokes on his coffee, quicking masking it as clearing his throat. “Doubt it.”
“You’re still a terrible liar, Cap.”
Steve sips his drink innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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Steve comes back home shortly after, finding Peggy asleep, as expected. He greets her with a kiss on the cheek and whispers a hello.
“Hi,” she mutters, her face half-buried in the pillow.
“Dugan and Jones told me to tell you that they said ‘hi’,” Steve mentions. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired and nauseous,” she replies back miserably. "Did everything go well at the office?" she asks, resting her head on her hand.
Steve hesitates for just a moment too long. "...Yeah. It was nice catching up with the Howlies."
“Spit it out, Rogers,” Peggy says.
“What?”
“Beyond being your wife, it seems you’ve forgotten my natural ability to sniff out when someone is hiding something.”
“Nothing went wrong,” Steve answers flippantly. “everything went fine.”
“They know, don’t they, Steve?” Peggy raises an eyebrow.
“...Know what?”
“You slipped, didn’t you? You’re no good at keeping secrets, so I imagine one of them managed to get our secret out of you.”
Steve sighs.“I promise I didn’t tell any of them. And technically, I didn’t say yes, either.”
“Let me guess,” Peggy taps a finger to her chin, “It wouldn’t be Dugan, he has his nickname for a reason… and Morita – no, he’s on vacation with his wife. It would have to be Gabe, then. Jones was one of the first commandos to find us snogging behind enemy lines.”
“Well, Dugan had mentioned how you’re almost never sick, and I guess it clicked from there.”
“What a reputation I’ve made for myself,” Peggy remarks dryly.