Chapter 7
Early in the morning, three days later.
They had got the permission to move back to the apartment, but only if they would promise dr. Helen to call if there was anything.
Dr. Helen was such a kind and nice woman, but even Tony understood that there was no point in protesting against anything she said in authority of being his doctor.
Fair enough.
Anyway, Tony woke up and felt really bad.
It was not a common feeling, he was really feeling sick.
He guessed it was his body reacting on everything that had happened, both three months ago and these last four days.
He almost couldn`t believe it. Being unconscious for three fucking moths. Because of some damn psychopath...
Tony wanted most of all to find that piece of shit and...and...
Oh my God, he really felt bad today.
He slowly sat up on the edge of the bed.
Didn`t want to wake up Steve. Poor baby, he had been so brave these months. Tony had been talking to both Natasha, Bucky, Rhodes, Wanda and the other members of the team. They all said the same. Steve had been at Tonys side nearly every minute of these months. Except from going to the bathroom and when the others almost forced him to get some sleep.
Tony slowly stood up from the bed. He felt so sick right now, and pretty dizzy too.
He hoped he would make it to the bathroom without waking up Steve. Steve would be worried about him, and he certainly not wanted to go back to the medlab.
He almost made it halfway to the bathroom.
Then he felt how his knees gave out under him, and he found himself sitting on his knees throwing up on the floor and, annoyingly enough, on himself.
“Tony”, Steve gasped. He jumped out of the bed and straight to Tony. Then he rushed to find some towels and a couple of wet handclothes.
Tony sat on the floor, holdning on his stomach.
Steve carefully wiped his mouth and held the other wet handcloth to his forehead.
“What happened, baby?” he asked Tony.
“I don`t know...I just feel so fucking sick and...oh fuck” Tony threw up again.
“Please stay...I mean...I`m sorry...I`ll call dr. Helen” Steve stumbled in his own words.
“Not before I`ve been in the fucking shower and changed my damn clothes” Tony mumbled, load enough that Steve couldn`t miss it. “And the floor...shit!”.
After explaining how he felt, to her, dr. Helen Cho asked Tony a question that first made him just stare at her. Then he stared at Steve. It looked like his boyfriend was almost even more shocked than Tony himself.
“No, I have certainly not taken any pregnancy test”, he finally managed to answer.
“Then I think you should do that” dr. Helen said carefully but firmly.
Tony sat in the bathroom, and right now he felt even worse than he had been doing when he first woke up after those damn months. He was staring at the pregnancy test in his hand. Then he looked at the other two laying in the trash bin. All the three tests told him the same thing. There could impossible be three tests with the wrong result. So he guessed there could be no doubt.
The answer was; Tony Stark was pregnant…
«Steve, babe…can you come here, please « he asked. He could hear his voice shaking.
Steve was waiting outside the door, he wanted Tony to have a little bit of private life when he took the test. He knocked at the door and opened it. He met Tony’s eyes, and saw that they were filled with tears.
«Sweetheart…what did the tests say?» he asked. Tony swallowed hard. «Steve…I’m pregnant» he whispered.
And he knew that Steve was thinking the same as he did. How could he possibly not? After what happened those three months ago, how could he say it for sure? That Steve, the love of his life, actually was the baby’s father?