Chapter 21
"You’re so… small."
"What have I told you about making fun of my height?" Tony grinned. "I’m very sensitive."
Across the room, Steve dragged his eyes away from the newborn baby in his arms - their baby - and flashed Tony an unimpressed look.
"For once in my life, I wasn’t taking about your height,” he murmured, immediately turning back to their newborn son. “I was talking to Peter.”
"Oh, I see how it is," Tony replied, getting up to quietly walk over to them. "Now there’s a new man in your life, I take a backseat."
"Something like that," Steve hummed, obviously not listening. He was far too enamored by the baby in his arms; Tony actually thought it was adorable and attractive in equal measure.
"We have a baby, Tony," he continued, shifting the little bundle gently in his arms so he could stroke a finger down Peter’s nose. "A real baby.”
"It’s crazy," Tony agreed, peering past the blankets to get a look at his son’s face. "That nurse was right, though. The love really is instantaneous."
It really was. Peter wasn’t his blood, or even a day old, and Tony had never loved anything or anyone so much in his entire life. Even Steve had now been dropped down to second place.
"You are going to be so well protected, little bean," Steve whispered, dipping his head down to press his lips to Peter’s fuzzy head. "And so loved.”
Tony couldn’t help but agree.