Steve was grateful for an easy shift. He was already tired. He really didnât want a grueling shift on top of that. His morning had been⌠rough. The morning sickness and nausea had hit hard the last few days, and Steve was not a fan. He felt gross and itchy in his own skin. He hoped that wasn't going to be a common feeling during the pregnancy, but he certainly wasn't counting on it going his way. Not that he knew much of anything. Truthfully, he was completely clueless. He never thought he would need to know these things; at least not this early in his life. He was barely eighteen. He had just graduated high school that last summer. He wouldn't even be nineteen until the spring. None of this was part of his plan. Not that he had one of those either. He had always figured someday, but he hadn't known that someday would come so soon. He was way out of his depth. He was too young to be a parent, let alone a single parent, but here he was. Still, he wasn't giving this up. He couldn't even imagine giving any of this up.
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Summary: As the class field trip approaches, you hope more parents will volunteer to chaperone. Thankfully, your hope is fulfilled when Steve Rogers signs up on the permission slip.
Prompt: Single Parent AU
Words: 2,086
Warnings: None.
Beta: @plaidstiel-wormstache  , who I want to thank for being so patient and helpful! She really took her time and honestly looked at every small detail. Thank you! đđđ
Authorâs Note: This is for @wxntersoldiers 3k writing challenge! I hope that you guys like it as this is actually my first time writing something for Steve.
Handing out the permission slips to your students, you watch their faces light up at the prospect of their upcoming field trip. âDonât forget to get a signature from your parents by Thursday.â Reminding the students, you know they all want to go on the field trip this coming Friday. A smile quickly makes its way across your face as you help your students pack up for the day. Â
âDoes this mean weâll get to see the tigers, Ms. Y/L/N?â Millie Rogers, a short girl with a mop of blonde hair and wide blue eyes, tugs on your skirt gently with a hopeful look on her adorable face.
You smile down at her sweet face, âGet your Mommy to sign this paper and it's a definite yes.â Knowing the trip will be hard to pull off without chaperones, you hope parents will read through the permission slips and volunteer. The PTA has a few members available, but a few more parents would be helpful. Watching Millieâs face fall, your brows furrow as you place a hand on her shoulder. âWhatâs wrong?â Kneeling to her height, you listen intently.
âMommy canât sign it. I live with Daddy now.â Her words tumble out with disappointment instilled in each syllable. A huff of laughter escapes your nose. Looking at Millie with a happy smile, you encourage her.
âYour Daddy can sign it, Millie, you can still go if he does.â Â You rub her shoulder for a second before standing again. âSee you on Monday, kids!â Waving to the ones already leaving, you watch as the smile returns to Millieâs face, excited again. She mimics the roar of a Lion, fingers curling like claws as she attempts to scare a boy nearby her. This field trip will be fun, you think to yourself.
Walking into school on Monday, excitement bubbles in your heart as you get to see your students again. The weekend was rather quiet as the only thing you did was grade spelling tests. Before stopping at your classroom, you run by the office to make sure things are ready for your classâs field trip on Friday. Soon enough, you arrive at your classroom, prepping activities for the day.
After going over the dayâs plans with the children, you leave them to color quietly for half an hour. The classroom filled with the sound of small hands rummaging through bins filled with the kidsâ individual supplies. You waited patiently for everyone to be seated and asked them to get their permission slips out. Walking past each table, you collect the signed slips. The classroom fills with the sound of scribbling crayons against paper as you settle at your desk, scanning and sifting through all the forms, making sure they are signed; along with counting the boxes to see if any parents had volunteered to be chaperones.
Quietly sighing to yourself, you notice a handful of parents have volunteered to be chaperones. Grateful, there are now enough chaperones for the field trip. Looking at the top of one of the pages, you see Millieâs name scrawled in her handwriting. Smiling to yourself, your gaze drifts to her Fatherâs note:
Mrs. Y/L/N,
         The zoo sounds like a fun field trip! Hope you have room for one more? If so, please add me to the list, Iâd be happy to help chaperone. Will lunch be provided for the chaperones?
                   Thanks,
                            -Steve Rogers (Millie's Dad)
Writing yourself a reminder on one of the sticky notes on your desk, you need to double-check on the lunches; adding on account of the new chaperones before you leave for the day. Hopeful that this field trip will go swimmingly, you look up at your quiet class, dutifully coloring in the sheets youâd given.
Soon enough Friday rolls around. Itâs the perfect day for the zoo; sun shining brightly in the morning sky, clouds slowly float across the sky. Filing everyone off the bus, you ask the students to circle up in front of the zooâs entrance.
âOkay class, we remember the rules, right?â With a joyful âyesâ from the majority, you split the kids into groups of five, calling them off by name, before assigning a parent. Four groups in total. Sending each chaperone off with their group, there is only one parent left behind.
Wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and navy windbreaker, his dirty blond hair short and tidy. You stare for a few seconds too long, you can't deny heâs quite handsome. The other parents are married or older, and you know from Millie's ramblings and creative work that he is recently divorced. Itâs refreshing to see a new face for a change, a single one, at that. You decide to stick with Mr. Rogers considering heâs the only new chaperone.
âLooks like youâre stuck with me,â you attempt to joke, offering your hand.
He takes it, shaking it lightly with a firm yet gentle grip. His gaze meets yours and you notice he has the softest blue eyes. The color reminds you of Robin eggs.
âSteve,â he speaks confidently with a nod of his head.
âY/F/N. We'll join groups since itâs your first time chaperoning.â You said, before telling him the rules for the kids while you rounded them up and heading into the zoo. âWhere should we start?â You ask the group in front of you. The chirping of ideas is loud and insistent, but you want to know what Steve thinks.
âI think we should start on this side so we can walk back this way,â Steve opens the map for you, illustrating his ideas. Nodding your head in agreement, your groupâs path is set in motion as you shepherd the kids towards the right. Walking along the east side of the zoo, youâll loop around to visit the west side briefly before making a circle back at the entrance.
Heading towards the lions and tigers, the first animals on the walk, you listen to the exclamations and murmurs of the kids while admiring the zooâs layout. Your gaze occasionally drifts to Steve, making you shake your head once you realize youâre staring.
Approaching the viewing area of the âBig Cat Enclosureâ, you gather the children in front of the floor-to-ceiling observation window, prompting them to point out the cats they can find. You lean against the railing while the children search for the African animals. Steve stands next to you, watching the group for a moment before speaking.âWhatâs your favorite animal?â
Shaking your head with a light chuckle, you respond, âIâd have to say, Bumblebee,â you silently hope he doesnât judge your choice.
âThatâs interesting. You know itâs an insect though, right?â A blush quickly sweeps across your cheeks at his comment. Smart and handsome, who knew? You think, watching the Lions roam about a good several feet below everyone, the kids squealing in excitement. You hush them, reminding them to use their quiet voices.
âI suppose technically, they are. Whatâs your favorite animal? Whatâre you most excited to see?â Awaiting Steveâs answer, he is interrupted right as he opens his mouth to speak.
âDaddy! Look!â Millie tugs on the edge of his jacket, practically jumping for joy as she pointed out the nearby Tigers. He sent a glance your way, you smile in response to be polite. It was cute, the way they interacted with one another; he didnât undermine her excitement or try to get her to keep it held within. Crouching down to his daughterâs height, he points out two Tigers in the shallow pool playing with one another.
âElephants have always amazed me,â Steve admits, catching your attention and bringing your focus back to him. He smiles your way and you know he wasnât trying to ignore you.
Moving onto the Reptile House, the group continuously âoohâed and âaahâed at every reptile, some of the girls grossed out. You found joy in asking your students to try and find the tiny tree frogs within their enclosure, camouflaged among the leaves. Arriving upon the insect area, you try to avert your gaze from the spiders, disliking them. Instead, focusing on the ladybugs and praying mantisâ. âMaybe theyâll have a beehive here,â Steve suggested in a playful tone as he stood next to you, tilting his head while searching for the stick bug within the window in front of him. Smiling, you think heâs cute. âAh! There he is.â Steve pointed out the stick bug to you, hand resting on your shoulder as he brought you closer to peer into the window. Itâs fascinating, the slow, steady movements of the bug.
Nearing the exit of the Reptile House, you inform the group that itâs nearing lunch time. âWe should pick a spot,â you suggested to Steve while holding the door open for exiting students. Receiving a nod in response, you pull the map out of your pocket. âNearby the elephants is a picnic area, it says.â
âThat sounds like a great idea,â Steve responds happily. Following after the last student out of the Reptile House, you gather your group before announcing where youâre headed next. Trekking back to the bus, you quickly have everyone grab their lunches out of your groupâs bin. The quick walk to the picnic area was joyous as the children chattered about their favorite animals and which was âcoolerâ or would win in a fight. Sitting near the garden bed, you smile at the panda mosaic tiled into the entrance. Sitting your lunch on the table, youâre pleasantly surprised to see Steve sitting across from you. âIs this seat taken?â He was obviously joking, you knew.
Laughing, you shake your head, inviting him to sit. âIâm afraid not. Looks like this is the grown-ups table,â you return his silly attitude before pulling your sandwich out, lying it on top of the brown paper bag. Chips, an apple, and milk are whatâs in store. Opening the chip bag, you begin to quietly chomp on them while enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the zoo.
âI brought you something!â Millieâs voice brings you back to the present as she hands her father a juice box. âYour favorite,â she spoke cheerily. The interaction made you smile, getting a glimpse of their world. Unwrapping the plastic surrounding your sandwich, you dig in.
The day passes much more quickly than you wouldâve liked. Shepherding the kids onto the bus, you thank the other parents as they board. Stepping onto the bus last, you overhear the few people in front of you. âCan I sit with you?â Itâs Millieâs hopeful voice.
A chuckle rings out, making your heart flutter knowing who it came from. âMills, you should sit with your friends! Youâre not gonna see them for the whole weekend.â Steveâs encouragement made you smile at the way he speaks with his daughter. Watching Millie swiftly agree and walk further back on the bus where her friends were indeed waiting, you look for a seat. Feeling someoneâs hand catch your forearm, your brows furrow until you turn to see Steve with a wide grin on his face. âI saved you a seat,â he offered slyly.
âOh, thank you.â Surprise laces your reply; a small smile makes its way onto your lips, blush coating your cheeks. Sitting beside him, you run your hands along your pants, smoothing them. âIt was nice to have you as a chaperone,â you attempt small talk.
âThanks for having me,â Steve chuckles as his face turns from the window to face you. His smiles seems to brighten his eyes. âI had a great time. Plus, a free lunch!â His face scrunches up for a moment, âwell, really there is no such thing as a âfree lunchâ, but thatâs beside the point,â he rambles. Noticing you still have his attention, Steve speaks up again. âWould you be open for getting coffee sometime? Or tea, if thatâs your thing.â
Your heart flutters at his question. You canât help but grin widely, nodding your head at his statement. âYes, Iâd love that,â you respond coyly. You werenât expecting your day to go this way, and yet, you couldnât help but feel like it was meant to be.