Chapter 5
Scary Steve did make a reappearance, often. On their wedding night, Steve had woken her up only a few hours after falling asleep, initiating round two. After that, he was insatiable. He would make love to her multiple times a night, every night. If he didn’t have to go on a mission with the Avengers, he would also fill her up during the day.
She slowly got used to always feeling full and achy in her womanhood. Scary Steve, the one with dark eyes and a voice demanding compliance, would always make space for herSteve after he got his way. Her Steve would praise her and kiss her and make it all feel better, feel worth it.
Although Steve was always very sweet and attentive after she gave in and allowed him entrance, he would not put much effort into making her feel good. She, according to Scary Steve one night, was there to take his sperm and grow him a baby. Her pleasure was not the main prerogative.
That is not to say that she never reached a climax, of course. She’s an eighteen-year-old girl, she knows about masturbation. Often, at the end of the night when she was finally allowed to take a shower, she would rub her edged little clit and make herself orgasm. She always kept quiet, biting her lip and letting the water run, so she wasn’t even sure if Steve was aware she was doing it.
For some reason, she expects he might get angry if he knew she was pleasuring herself.
After three weeks of near constant sex, she finally got a break. Steve was sent out on a mission, the details of which he couldn’t tell her, and would be gone for about a week. She was a bit sad, of course, that her husband would leave her alone in their big, empty house, with no friends or family nearby. However, her womanhood was extremely happy. Finally some rest!
She spent her free time thoroughly cleaning the house now that she could finally walk without her legs trembling. She was also no longer afraid to bend over any surface to either reach for something, or clean something up. Bending over while Steve was around would always lead to sex.
She spent all of her free week lounging at home or in the garden on her own. Her parents were much too busy to take the trip all the way over to her house, and most of her friends were either busy working, or moving to another state for college. And so, she spent her days locked in the house, worrying about Steve on his mission, and worrying about what life would be like when Steve would be back.
/
“Honey, I'm home!” His familiar deep voice startled her as she was busy cooking in the kitchen. He had sent her a message earlier that day telling her he would be home for dinner, and yet she still jumped when he arrived.
“Steve, you’re back!” She grinned as he wrapped himself around her from behind. His hands, as usual, softly rubbed her stomach.
“I love how excited you always are for your husband to come home.” He said in a pleased tone of voice.
He moved her hair to one side and kissed her neck from behind, making her shiver slightly. She already knew what he was going to do, expected it even, and yet the nerves remained.
Steve didn’t put much time in building the anticipation. Instead, he spread her legs with his feet, bent her slightly forward at the hip, and flipped her skirt up. She could hear him opening his belt and lowering his zipper. Before she knew it, he was entering her from behind, not even taking her panties off.
Steve had made it a rule for her to always wear either skirts or dresses. He required easy access, he had told her. She didn’t really mind, even if it did make her feel like a 50s housewife.
Steve was brutal during his welcome-home fucking. His pace fast and deep, his hands tightly clenched around her hips. He mumbled all kinds of things under his breath, things she couldn’t really catch over the sound of her soup boiling and their skin slapping.
What was different that night, was one of his hands traveling away from her hips towards her core. A thick, rough finger started rubbing at her clit, making her gasp and moan in surprise.
“That’s it, good girl. I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I? Your husband was so busy getting himself off, he didn’t even think about his little wife. I’ve had a moment to think during the mission and I realized I should make you cum with me, together. Every pregnancy book says that’s the best way to do it.” His rubbing was much harsher than she preferred, but she could still feel her pleasure slowly building.
“Do you like that, little wife? You like your husband rubbing your tiny clit? You’ve been such a good girl for me, letting me cum inside so many times, never reaching your own peak. So sweet for your husband. Now it’s your turn, doll.” He kept thrusting in and out, rubbing her sensitive nub at the same time.
“Steve! Oh, Steve!” She moaned out, pressing herself back towards him to get closer, get more somehow.
“That’s it, so good for me. Look at how desperate you are now, never seen you so wanton before. So many times I made love to you, yet you never really enjoyed it, did you? Look at you now! Exactly how you should be. Desperate for my cock now aren’t you?”
“Ah, Ah, Oh!” She moaned, coming up to her tippy-toes to get him to thrust at a slightly different angle. She finally felt her orgasm built. It felt much more intense then when she rubbed herself in the shower. Her entire body was preparing for it, tightening around his length as much as she could.
“I– I’m gonn– Ah, STEVE!” She moaned out, finally able to reach her peak. Her hole clenched almost painfully around his length, Steve cursed as his thrusting stuttered. Two more thrusts and she felt the familiar sensation of his cum coating her insides. She lay panting over the counter, trying to catch her breath after the best sex of her life.
Steve, of course, did not pull out straight away. His favorite part, he had told her on day two of their marriage, was letting his cum marinate her insides. The thought that he was breeding her, getting her pregnant, turned him on like nothing else.
He had often gotten hard again while still inside of her, immediately moving onto round two. Those times she would ache the most.
After a few minutes of them both catching their breaths, she finally remembered what she had been doing before he came home. “S-Steve, soup…” She mumbled sleepily, the orgasm completely tiring her out.
“I’ll turn it off and then we can head up to the bedroom. I’m not done with you yet.”
/
After two months of living together, she had completely adjusted to her new life. Very rarely would she have doubts about her decision of marrying Steve anymore. This was usually only the case after talking to her friends, those now in college, and hearing how fun and exciting their new lives were.
Her own life was quite monotonous, yet not unpleasant. After the first month, Steve would take more time to be at the Avengers tower. She would clean and enjoy her freetime during the day, and always make sure to have dinner ready for when he got home, greeting her husband at the door with a kiss.
They would sit in the living room together for maybe an hour or two, talking about their days and getting to know each other further, before Steve would pick her up, throw her over his shoulder, and bring her up to their bedroom. They would then have very satisfying sex for hours on end, until she either passed out, or until Steve would allow them to stop. The super soldier's stamina was insane.
She truly felt like a regular old housewife. The only thing missing were a bunch of kids running around. Although, she looked down at the positive pregnancy test, that would also change soon.
She sighed as she sat down on the toilet, her hands trembling as she looked at the two stripes again, making sure she had seen correctly the first time. Yes, positive. Steve had done it– no, that’s not right: They had done it. She’s pregnant. She–
The first person she wanted to tell was Steve, but she wanted to tell him face to face, not over the phone. She stood up from the toilet with a sigh, the pregnancy test still clutched in her tight fist. She paced around their bedroom for a bit, before walking towards the nursery and sitting down on the ground.
She sent Steve a text, asking him to come home early today. He immediately agreed, telling her he was on his way. She bit her lip, worrying about his reaction. She’s not sure why exactly she’s worried. She is fully aware of how much Steve has been praying for this to happen, for his seed to take and for her to grow him a son.
Yet her nerves kept building until the moment Steve barged into the room. Apparently he had been calling her name from downstairs for a few minutes, and was now looking down at her with an expression of worry on his face.
She smiled faintly as she held up the pregnancy test.
Steve quickly crouched down and took the little white stick from her trembling fingers. He stared down at it for a long time, as if frozen in time. When he finally snapped out of his daze, he rushed forward and kissed her as if his life depended on it.
Her arms automatically reached up to wrap around his broad shoulders, her hands finding their way into his messy blond hair. She moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth. He groaned in appreciation, one of his hands tilting her chin this way and that, while the other began to rub reverently over her tummy.
She wasn’t showing yet, of course, but the thought was nice.
After a few minutes, long after her neck had begun to ache, Steve pulled away to lock eyes with her.
“You are amazing, my little wife. So beautiful, so sweet, so perfect.” he sighed as he pressed a much more gentle kiss on her lips. “You don’t know how happy this news has made me.” He grinned as his hand remained on top of her belly, his eyes full of love and wonder.
“What happens now?” She asked him quietly, unsure.
“Now we inform your parents, call the doctor to set up an appointment, and begin thinking about our child's future. Can you feel them inside? Does it feel like a boy or a girl?”
She shook her head slowly, “Not– Not yet? They’re still small, I think? Maybe in a few months? I hope it’s a boy.”
Steve smiled, “Me too.”
He kissed her again and some of her worries melted away. She still couldn’t believe she was actually pregnant, that there was a life growing inside of her. She was nervous and unsure how she felt about it, but she also felt happy. Proud. She’s done it. She’s made Steve proud and given him the best news she could have possibly given him.
/
For their first check-up at the doctor all they could tell them was that yes, Juniper was pregnant. Steve grinned proudly at her, his thick arms wrapped around her waist and his hand resting on her belly.
When he had left the room for a few minutes to make a call, the doctor asked her if she was alright. When Juniper had asked the doctor where that question came from, the doctor confessed to being worried about her and Steve’s power imbalance.
“Of course I know who Steve Rogers is. He’s a hero. He’s also much, much older than you, Juniper. Are you sure this is what you want? It is still early in your first trimester, your options are still open.”
Juniper had reassured the doctor that she was perfectly happy and healthy, and that there was no need for any drastic measures. Though a small, barely audible voice in the back of her mind questioned if she was making the right decision.
When Steve entered the room once more, his eyes on her with a big smile on his face, she decided she couldn’t take this away from him so cruelly. He was still her friend, first and foremost, and this is what he wants most in the world.
A whole lot more appointments at the doctor’s followed. Steve wanted her as well looked after as humanly possible. Every other week she was brought to the hospital for check ups to make sure she and her baby were doing well.
She had grown big and round, as if having swallowed a basketball. Her feet hurt at all times and her mood could switch in a millisecond. Her mother visited a few times after having been told the news, and helped Juniper with keeping up with the housework and laundry.
She still cooked every day even though her feet were killing her and she had to take pee-breaks every few minutes. Steve didn’t really make her do any of her chores anymore, but she still did them. He had told her stories about his wonderful mother and how she had done everything around the house, even while pregnant with him. He told her how proud he would be if she could be the same kind of woman, a real woman.
Juniper did not want to disappoint her husband. So, she bit back most of her complaints and did her work.
They requested to keep the gender a secret until the birth. That was the way it was done back in Steve’s time, and that was how they were doing it now. The nursery was decorated with a boy in mind, that much was obvious from all the blue and green Steve had used. Still, if they had a little girl first it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Juniper likes blue and green, too.
“I still can’t believe you’re married and having a child, Junie.” Her mother sighed as she glanced over at her daughter. They were sitting on the couch together, both with a basket of laundry in front of them. Her mother had come over to help her again, her belly so big she couldn’t bend down any longer to do things like picking up dirty laundry.
Juniper folded another one of Steve’s shirts before glancing back at her mother. “I know. I can hardly believe it myself sometimes. All though,” she put her hand on her belly with a smile, “this little one makes it hard to forget.”
Her mother smiled, “Yes, you’re getting so big now. How many weeks are you now?”
“Thirty-three according to the tests. It’s not long now before this is all over.”
“All over? Junie,” her mother put a concerned hand on top of her knee, “the birth of your child is only the beginning, you do know this? You will be responsible for their health and well-being for at least eighteen years.” Tears filled her mother’s eyes, “God, sometimes I forget how young you still are.”
Juniper hugged her mother tightly, “I know mom. I just meant I'd be happy to get rid of this big belly. I can hardly move any more!”
Her mother laughed heartily and hugged her tighter.
/
Her water didn’t break, even after the 42nd week. After discussing things with both Juniper and Steve, the doctors decided the birth would be induced on the Friday of the 43rd week. She felt awful about it, feeling as if her body was betraying her by not allowing for the birth to happen naturally.
As if listening to her wishes, her water broke the Wednesday before the dreaded appointment.
The birth was long, excruciating and messy. She had gotten an epidural for the pain but for some reason it didn’t take. Everything hurt and Juniper could be heard screaming three halls over. Steve held her hand through it all, never once leaving the room and abandoning her.
Juniper thinks she might have truly fallen in love with him at that moment, even though she also felt so much hatred for what he had done to her.
“You did this to me!” She screamed as she tried to push, her child not moving an inch from where he was located low in her uterus. “I hate you.” She sobbed as she made eye contact with Steve.
He smiled as he gently wiped some of her tears away, even though fresh ones soon followed. “I know, doll, I know. But when you see our child all will be forgiven I’m sure.”
She shook her head, glaring up at him viciously. “I’m never getting pregnant again.”
Steve nodded, “Of course, doll. Whatever you say. Now, the doctor is telling you to push, so push!”
The first time she heard her baby cry, Juniper felt a relief so intense she sobbed into her shoulder. When the nurse came to put them on her chest, skin to skin, she felt a love unlike anything she ever had before.
“It’s a healthy baby girl, congratulations.” The nurse smiled, before moving back to the end of the bed to help assist the cleaning up.
Steve leaned over, his blue eyes light and gleeful as he took in his wife and their daughter. He pressed a kiss on Juniper’s forehead.
“A daughter. I guess you will be getting pregnant again, after all.”
She looked away and focused on the sensation of having her child on her chest. Her steady heartbeat, her slow breaths, the way she had her eyes closed and her little hands curled into fists.
Maybe all of it was worth it after all.