Steve had been on a mission for two months now, actually it was more than one mission it was a chain of events, one mission led to another. He couldn't even stop by home to say I love you or hey. Over that time period you soon found out that you were pregnant and soon the little bump began to show. It was so hard dealing the first two months of your pregnancy alone but you managed by thinking about the day Steve would come home and see you with life in you, something you both created together. 

As the days passed, Christmas neared, and your hope for Steve's return started to dwindle. ‛Is he even alive?', you thought tearfully. Quickly you shook your head and cast out such negative thoughts. No, he had to make it. Steve has to make it home...he has to.

You woke up on Christmas day alone, slowly you waddled down the stairs holding your tummy, and seated yourself in front of the Christmas tree with waiting presents underneath. As time passed you became more and more scared and the possibility that Steve could be dead became more evident. Then that's were the tears came, they fell down in massive drops and your body shook with fear and sadness. "I need you..." you choked out.

Click.

You gasp and turn around as the door slowly starts to open, Steve steps through the door, his eyes are a little watery and a big grin is pulling on his lips, his nose red from cold. "Steve!" You cry, standing up and "running" in his arms. He chokes up a but and opens his arms to hug you, he stops though once he reaches you because he sees the bump. He looks at it in shock and looks back at you and then the bump, he quickly stoops down and places a hand on it. "You-you're pregnant!" He stands back up and hungrily kisses you, it was filled with a hot desperate passion. "We're having a kid! I'm gonna be a daddy! I love you so much, thank you!" He lays his forehead on yours and whispers, "we're going to be parents Y/N..."

"You're right all except for one thing." You smile, he looks at you, worried and confused. "Steve, we're having kids." You say, emphasizing the s.

"You mean-"

"Twins, we are having twins."

He started to pick you up to spin but stopped and just settled for a kiss instead. "Twins!" He cries happily. "Twin... twin what?"

"A boy and girl." He opens his mouth in an o and then laughs, a big hearty laugh. "Merry Christmas soldier boy, we've missed you."