Chapter 17
"Papa?"
"Yeah, baby?" Steve hummed, letting his eyes flutter open to peer down at the top of Peter’s shaggy head. "I thought you were asleep."
Peter was usually a nightmare to get to sleep. It took a good half hour to put him down on a good evening, but usually it took whichever of them whose turn it was to get in bed with him and literally snuggle him to sleep. It could and had taken hours in the past.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Peter whispered, rolling over to rest his little body on top of Steve’s. "Daddy tol’ me not t’tell."
"He did, huh?"
A little more awake in the wake of his curiosity, Steve fought between his will not to impede on his partner’s privacy and his unease at Tony keeping something from him in the first place.
"Uh-huh," Peter nodded, oblivious to Steve’s inner turmoil. "Daddy showed me a pretty ring. He’s gonna ask you t’marry him."
"He’s… what?” Steve asked, having to physically stop himself from bolting upright because Peter was on his chest. Sure, they had talked about marriage since little Peter had come along, but Steve had been under the impression that Tony had never really been very committed to the idea.
Apparently, he had been wrong.
"Are you absolutely sure that’s what he said, honey?" he asked, and got silence in return. "Peter?"
When he looked down, he realised that the little boy had finally fallen asleep.
Figured.