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“You gonna tell ‘im soon, Y/N?” Sam hiked a brow as he wiped down the glass in his hand. “He’s a right to know, Y/N.”“He’s in the mafia, Sam,” you frowned, running a finger around the rim of the glass of water in front of you. “He won’t have time to care for a child.”“He’ll make time.” He replied.“Steve would rather kill the baby.” you grumbled. “I know he would never accept this child as his own; he’d accuse me of sleeping with one of his henchmen.”“Well, you are incredibly close with Clint,” he shrugged, placing the glass in a cabinet before him. “Not helping.” you glared at him. “I’m going to tell him eventually. He’s going to find out sooner or later.”——–Three months later, you waited for Steve to come home, one of your hands wrapped around the toilet bowl as you vomited. You hated that you were sick all the damn time. But luckily, Steve hadn’t caught on. He assumed you were merely sick with some virus. You had begged his personal doctor, Helen Cho, to keep quiet when news of your pregnancy had come back with your test results.Near the fourth month, you had begun to show. You waved off his concerns, claiming that you must have been gaining weight from the food you’ve been delving into.Clint had found out a week after that. He swore secrecy for fear of his boss assuming he was the child's father. —–“You’re sure about this, Steve?” Sam hiked a brow as he served a beer to the man. “Maybe she’s just nervous about telling you.”“She’s been distant again, Sam.” Steve frowned, stroking his fingers along the side of the glass. “What if she doesn’t want me anymore? What if this life wasn’t meant for her?”“Steve,” Sam glared at him. “She’s not cheating on you, nor is she losing interest in you, I swear. She loves you and wouldn't dare cheat on you. You should hear what she says to me about you. It's sick.”“What else could she be hiding from me?”Sam shrugged as he filled Steve's drink. “Talk to her yourself and figure it out on your own.”———Seven months pregnant, you finally gathered the courage to inform Steve about the pregnancy. You only hoped that he wouldn’t become angry or upset with you. You called him into the bedroom when you heard the door close behind him as he came home. Silently and cautiously, he walked into the room and threw his jacket from his shoulders. Concern was visible in his eyes, and you wanted to cry. "There’s something I need to tell you," you said, swallowing hard before patting the spot next to you on the bed.“Y/N…” he stopped at the sight of your tears.“Steve,” you gently pleaded with him. “Please.”Carefully, he walked to you and sat beside you. Before he could say another word, you took the positive pregnancy test from the bedside table and handed it to him. He looked at it silently for a long moment.Too long.Tears filled your eyes as the silence lingered. "Steve, say something," you urged. After a few more seconds, he met your gaze, tears welling in his eyes./p>
“Seven months.” you swallowed."You kept this from me for seven months?" His face suddenly turned bright, and he knelt on the ground before you. "I can’t believe I assumed the worst; I thought—I thought you were growing bored with me. I thought you didn’t love me any longer.".”“I was terrified to tell you.” you revealed, carding your fingers through his hair. “I thought you wouldn’t want a child to harm your mafia image, so I kept quiet for as long as possible. But I had begun to pop out and I knew I had to speak up eventually.”“I’ll love this baby as best as I can.”