~ 🗺️🚘Roadtrip with the kids ~ Steve x reader Short 🗺️🚘~
Summary: You, Steve and your 3 little nuggets make a pitstop on the road.
Author's note: This is once again something I wrote for Djuly, which is being moved back to Djanuary due to a complete lack of time, so have it now!! Fluff ahead!
'Steve... Steven!' You hang out of the window of the huge camper and scan the ground beneath for your loving husband in a marriage of 7 years now. Something has gone all wack with the radio inside the vehicle, and since he used to work at the Squawk in his younger years, you always find yourself turning to him for these kinds of situations. Even if logically, you do know the idiot has no idea what he's talking about, and all he'll actually do is tuck that fancy hair of his behind his ears, biting down on a screwdriver, and risk his life trying to figure out a way to get it to work again. You find him a bit pre-occupied though, facedown in the grass with 3 kids tackling him all at the same time.
'Hey! I thought we were just stopping for 'rations'!' You use the last word as kind of a joke, it's something they picked up from uncle Dustin and it sorta stuck.
'Yeah- Me too-' You hear Steve, muffled as his arms desperately flail, trying to get out from underneath the pile of kids. You watch the scene for about 10 seconds longer, before going around and opening the door to hop out of the camper as well. The sound of the door hitting the truck as you kick it open has the kids scurrying, all 3 of them, in a different direction.
'Quick, mom is coming!' By the time you've reached Steve's side they're running around to hide behind the camper for safety. You decide... to not chase after them this time, their laughter sounding from behind the car. You reckon they already found something else to play around with and you let out a soft sigh, crouching down next to Steve, your hand reaching out and gently patting some of the twigs and grass from his hair.
'Are you sure you want a 4th...?' You ask, your voice laced with amusement, cuz the man in front of you is just too damn adorable. He grunts and finally gets his hands under him, but all he does is push off and roll onto his back.
'Haaahhh, not sure actually, think we can still give it to Robin or something when it comes down to it?' His kind brown eyes glance down at your belly though, and the smile he shows is so genuinely happy and thrilled, you have a hard time believing how something that has become such a standard part of your lives still brings him so much joy. And you know damn well he won't even entertain the thought for real if you were to ask again.
'I'm sure she would love that, she was pulling a Rumplestiltskin on us remember?' It makes you chuckle when you recall. For the longest time Robin went around saying Harrington's firstborn was gonna go to her, no questions asked. Yeah, the family you both created for yourself was a bit odd, but you don't want it any other way.
'Nah, this one will stay right here with us.' Steve eventually concludes, showing a vulnerable expression for a moment as you see him hesitate, his hand reaching out though. It hits you with a flood of emotions so you grab his wrist and press his hand against your growing belly, making the choice for him.
'Don't cry, sappy idiot.' You tease him, and Steve is too baffled for a moment to really react. His brown eyes blinking a few times too many as he averts his gaze back to the sky.
'Nah, I'm not-' You know better though, seeing the tears at the corners of his eyes all too well.
'Ahhh, Steve, you're being too cute right now!' You can't help yourself and he just rolls his eyes, wanting to roll onto his side facing away from you, but you put your hands on his waist and go for a tickle attack. Moments like these are rare, if you're being completely honest. Just the two of you, it reminds you of the mall, early start of your relationship, when everything was so lighthearted. For a while you guys engage in a playfight, in which Steve's main goal is to not have you seeing him cry. So he ends up on his stomach again, he's way too strong for you so you're not really getting anywhere despite sitting on his lower back now and trying to get your arms around him.
'Right, sure am glad I have a little band of accomplices now to help me with situations like this... KIDS, YOUR DAD'S BEING PATHETIC AND CRYING!' Immediately your adorable offspring comes rushing back from behind the camper and they're back on Steve in an instant. Your oldest grabbing his arm and tugging.
'Dad, don't be mean and hide away from a pregnant lady, it's sooo unlike you~' He teases, and Steve questions his life choices as he feels your weight, and that of 3 little rascals on top of him all at once, but honestly... He doesn't want to have it any other way, and he does still need to get snacks and drinks for the road... so he best put his back into it. With a grunt he pushes up, making you yelp, having your youngest cling onto you in your lap for dear life, as if he would ever drop her. Having his expecting wife and 2 toddlers on his back, as well as the third trying to make him lose his balance by still pulling his arm really makes Steve feel the weight of the situation. He sure has his work cut out for him... But he's never felt more up to the task than in this very moment.
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