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Baby Trouble (Steve Rogers x reader)

Summary: you and Steve are having a child, and the entire team decides to pitch in on baby names.

Warning: fluff, pregnancy, cuteness, Steve Rogers being a dad and etc.

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A/N: sorry I haven’t been posting that’s on me. But hopefully this will make up for some of my time. Also request are open

From wattpad forgot the user tho. So search the title

After over a year of trying, you and your fiance of a year and a half, Steve, were finally pregnant. It had been a long, difficult road in getting to this point, filled with plenty of tears, but you were absolutely over the moon now that you were carrying your child.

And… So were your friends.

They were a little too excited, if you were honest. Buying things for the baby’s bedroom (though you still didn’t know if it was a he or a she) and insisting on accompanying you to all of your doctor’s appointments. Imagine having to explain to your gynecologist why a man wielding a hammer had burst into your ultrasound appointment fifteen minutes late and loudly proclaimed, “I have arrived to see the child of the Captain and Lady (Y/N)!”

It didn’t go too well, and ended up with Thor being led out of the hospital by three very unfriendly security guards, and the Mjolnir being confiscated until Fury had the situation settled.

Now, you and Steve had just arrived home from a particularly exciting doctor’s appointment (Natasha and Bucky had driven separately, of course), where you’d found out the sex of your baby. Or at least you had that information, concealed on a piece of paper in a thick manila envelope.

At first, you had been unwilling to find out what you were having, as you insisted you’d love your baby no matter what he or she was. But then Steve pointed out how much easier it would be to shop if you knew, and plus, it would make you feel closer to the baby before it was born.

So, you’d agreed, and now you were tightly clutching the envelope in your hands as Steve, always the gentleman, helped you out of the car. Just seconds later Bucky and Natasha pulled up behind you and hopped out, both anxious to find out what baby Rogers would be.

“C'mon, (Y/N), let’s rip that bad boy open!” Bucky rubbed his hands together excitedly.

You held the envelope more protectively towards your chest. For some reason, finding out the gender of your baby seemed like an intimate thing, something that only you and Steve should witness.

“Sorry guys, but I think I’m going to hold on to this for a little bit,” you laughed as Bucky’s face darkened and turned to pouty. “Aw, Buck, you know I love you, but I think this is a just Steve and me sort of thing.”

Bucky grumbled something incoherent, and even though he was now extremely put out, he followed you inside the new Avengers headquarters and to the common room, where everyone was sat. Tony, Clint, Bruce, Maria, and Thor all looked up expectantly whenever you walked in. “Before any of you ask: Steve and I aren’t looking yet. You’ll all find out as soon as we do.” You said.

Everyone groaned, and then Tony started ranting about how as third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth parents to your unborn child, they should have a say in any decisions that were made. All you could do was laugh and take a seat on the ground beside Maria as you listened to Tony speak.

Eventually, however, he calmed down enough to begin a discussion on baby names.

“I think Antonia Edith Rogers would be fantastic!” Tony shouted, raising his glass of wine into the air.

Maria choked on the sip of wine she’d just taken, and after she stopped coughing she began laughing. “That’s terrible, Tony. Where the hell did that even come from?”

“Well, you’re supposed to name kids after important people in your life, right? Why not base baby Roger’s name off of the dearest friend that ole Spangles and Lady America ever had? A handsome, wise, fair gentleman by the name of–”

“James Buchanan Barnes, right?” Bucky interjected. “Besides, we all know I’m getting godfather. Why not give me the middle name slot as well?”

You rolled your eyes at the men’s antics and turn to Natasha, lowering your voice slightly. “They do know they have absolutely zero say in this, right?”

Natasha snorted. “Do you really believe that?”

Suddenly, you felt Steve’s face very close to your ear. He breathed, “Meet me in the kitchen,” and then got up and left.

You counted to thirty before casually getting up and heading to the kitchen, but you needn’t have worried. The boys were so wrapped up in arguing that Anthony James Thor was the perfect name for a baby to even notice that you– and the envelope– had left.

Steve was leaned up against the kitchen counter casually, sipping on his second or third glass of wine. You stared at it longingly, and not for the first time, wished that women could drink when pregnant. Instead of focusing on this and your next 6 months alcohol-less, you chose to direct your attention to Steve. “What’s up, love?” You asked quietly, though you already knew what Steve wanted to talk to you about.

Steve reached out and pulled you by your hips so that you were leaning against his chest. He leaned his head down and touched his lips to your forehead gently, and upon pulling away, said “So, doll, are you ready to find out if we’re painting blue or pink?”

Your hands were shaking as you nodded yes and began carefully tearing opening the envelope. This was it, the moment where you learned whether baby Rogers would be a boy or a girl…

You gasped, and tears came to your eyes. You looked up, and Steve’s eyes were glistening as well.

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You both quietly walked back into the common room, and by this point, everyone had noticed your absence. Bruce was the first one to see that the manila envelope was now open, and he practically jumped to his feet.

“You guys know?” He paused for you and Steve to nod. “Come on, tell us!”

Everyone cheered in agreement, and you realized that you had no choice, even if you didn’t want to share the news with the group. Even though you were pregnant, you were pretty sure Tony and Natasha had no qualms with bending your arm behind your back and snatching the envelope out of your grip.

You exchanged a long look with Steve, and though he was overcome with emotion, he managed to nod at you.

“Okay, everyone, I hope all of your bets are in by this point,” Tony grinned and crossed his fingers. “Steve and I are thrilled to announce that baby Rogers is a boy and a girl. We’re having twins!”

Everyone was shocked. Obviously, you and Steve had known for quite a while now that you were expecting twins, but no one else had picked up on this during your hectic appointments, so you had kept it quiet. And all of that secrecy was worth it for the chance to see the world’s mightiest heroes with mouths wide open, and some tearing up.

“Goddamn,” Clint was the first to speak. “None of us bet on that, did we?” There was a murmur that went around the room, and then you had a brilliant idea. “How about you all use the money you bet on my children to buy us one hell of a baby shower gift?”

Tony scoffed. “You think I’m going to go all in with these people? No way, sweetheart. Rogers babies are getting a Jarvis-nanny, sweetheart!”

Your eyes grew wide, but then Tony burst into laughter, and you realized that he was kidding, thank God. Even though you loved Tony dearly, there was no way you’d let one of his little “inventions” care for your children, not after the whole Ultron incident. The conversation settled back down, and you found yourself trapped in a serious discussion with Nat and Maria about your way-too extravagant baby shower. So far, they’d decided that it was going to be on the roof, with fireworks, a banner across the sky, and a hundred doves released at midnight.

“(Y/N),” Tony called, and you looked at him expectantly. “We’ve chosen names for my little goddaughter and godson: Antonia Clint Rogers and Buchanan Thor Rogers.”

“Tony, this isn’t just me saying no. This isn’t even me just saying hell no. This is me saying that there is no fucking way that I am ever naming my children any variation of that.” You smirked at Tony. “And I hate to break it to you, love, but Bucky is getting godfather.”

Steve started laughing loudly at this and reached over to clap Bucky on the shoulder, who’s expression mirrored a child on Christmas morning. And Tony, instead of being put off, just scratched those two name options off of his list and kept going.

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Several hours later, you and Steve had finally managed to break away from the party and retreat to your secluded quarters, which were mercifully far, far away from Tony Stark and his list of terrible baby names.

Although you had been annoyed by Tony’s antics, it did make you start thinking about what you wanted to name your children. You had several names in mind– all classic, of course, and no silly spellings or anything like that.

“Darling?” Steve said as he changed. “I have a couple ideas.”

You rolled over in bed to face him and rested a hand on your rapidly-growing belly. “Go for it.”

“Well, I was thinking…”

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Just a few months later, you went through a long, eighteen hour delivery, but it was all worth it to meet your beautiful babies. You were thrilled that both children inherited Steve’s gorgeous blue eyes, but your daughter had your (Y/H/C). They both arrived just as planned, and there were no complications, besides the fact that during labor, you somehow managed to defy all odds and break two bones in Steve’s hand.

As soon as the nursing staff would let them in, all of your friends crowded around you and Steve. You had a baby each, and they were napping peacefully in your arms.

“So, what are we calling our little angels?” Natasha– who’d been present during the delivery and was also named godmother– cooed as she stroked your son’s fine blonde hair.

“Well, we actually didn’t finalize names until about fifteen minutes ago. But we’ve got it now. So, without further ado, meet Sarah Natasha Rogers,” you paused and exchanged a smile with Steve. “and Anthony James Rogers."You turned to Tony, who, to your surprise, had unshed tears glistening in his eyes. He seemed to be at a loss for words, so instead he tipped his head towards you and Steve and reached out for your little Anthony.

Steve– who had passed Sarah carefully off to Clint– came to stand at your side, and he quietly wrapped his arm around your shoulder while pressing a kiss to your temple. As you watched your friends all gush over your newborn children, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have a group of friends so invested in your life and well-being.

Of course, the second Anthony and Sarah started crying, everyone mysteriously lost interest, but you tried you ignore that part.