"You mean we need to plan for a cake... eight months in advance?" Steve questioned you, looking more confused by the second.

"Apparently, yes," You sighed, "I don't know, I've never planned a wedding before Steve!"

"I know," He said, placing his hand lightly on the small of your back, "But that's why we hired one. The best one." You had to admit Wanda was the best of the best when it came to weddings. You weren't sure what it was... it was as if she could see the future. But she was by far the most expensive and hardest to get. Steve paid a very hefty price for her to clear almost all of the previous weddings that would have been in the way of yours, despite some of your petitions to not ruin the days for the other couples. But Steve didn't care, he wanted the best for both of you. And that meant the best wedding.

However, he took little to no care in regards to what the wedding really was. Aesthetics didn't matter, but he wanted some say in location and guests. He was paying for it after all. "Will this Thursday at 4 work?" You asked as you texted Wanda.

"Yeah it should," He tossed a pretzel that you two were eating into his mouth. "And if not I can move around some meetings."

"You sure?" You asked, "I'm sure there's another time-"

"No, no," He went up to you and gave you a kiss to stop you from talking anymore, "This is the priority. If I need to move around some meetings or tell someone else to do it I will."

"Steve you really don't have to do that." You insisted, "Trust me, you're busy I know."

"And I've been too busy," He admitted, "I have hundreds if not thousands of people working for me, and I still can't find time to spend with my fiancee."

"You spend time with me," You snapped back to him, justifying something that for the longest time you had been pissed at him for.

"Well, I would like to spend a lot more with you, as long as you're okay with it."

"I won't object." You admitted, standing next to him and leaning your head on his bicep, "We're still going for a traditional wedding theme with a hint of art deco right?" You asked him, actively texting Wanda.

"Yeah, of course."

"And we're still looking for the dark bronze accents, right? I was thinking maybe a pink pastel too but I don't know if they would end up clashing-" Steve grabbed onto your waste and sighed, interrupting you.

"You know I hired an expensive wedding planner for a reason, right?" He lightly laughed, "So you wouldn't have to stress at all."

"I've been telling you not to stress for the last six months, and you haven't listened."

"Well you have to listen to me," He placed his middle and index fingers on your chin, lifting your head up to look at him in the eyes effortlessly. You rolled them in response. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" (Lowkey getting Christian Gray vibes not gonna lie)

"Did I?" You snapped back.

"That's it." He leaned down in less than a second, grabbing your body and placing you over and onto his shoulders so you were seated sideways. You squealed in response. Once you were laying on him you began to squirm, but his grip was far too tight. He quickly took his hand and of course slapped your ass making you yelp.

"Steven put me down! Now!" You said and pouted. He lightly laughed.

"No can do sweetheart," He said, "Gonna have to make you listen to me first."

-Time skip-

"Which one do you two like best?" You were sitting across from Wanda at your dining table next to Steve. The whole meeting ordeal was extremely casual. Steve was wearing jeans and a loose button-up, you in a pair of jeans with a hoodie, hair in a high ponytail.

"I don't know," You sighed, "They're all so good." In front of you were 18 pieces of half-eaten cake slices, all from the best bakeries around the country.

"I can give you two a few minutes if you would like."

"Sure," Steve concluded. Wanda tightly smiled and got up from the dining room going in the direction of the living room, giving you some privacy. "So which one?" You whined a little bit, shooting your head back.

"I don't know Stevie," You looked back up to him, knees on the chair and your arms crossed, "How about all of them?" You jokingly asked.

"I mean we could-"

"I was kidding." You lightly laughed. "Should we do the process of elimination?"

"I think we should." He lightly smiled. So one by one you two sorted through each slide, putting keepers on one side, and ones you didn't want on the other. You finally had it down to three: caramel, champagne, and lemon. "I love them all." You looked between the three for a moment before looking back at Steve, who was still pondering while admiring each piece.

"Let's say which one we want on the count of 3," Steve sighed, "1, 2, 3-"

"Lemon." You both said at the same time. "So lemon?" You lightly laughed.

"Lemon." He concluded.

After the cake decision was made, Steve was stopping you whenever he could feel you tense from the stress of planning a wedding, reminding you that there already was a planner. "I just want it to be perfect, that's all." Was your repetitive excuse.

Steve would just lightly sigh, squeezing you in a huge hug and once again telling you to calm down a bit. "It'll be perfect no matter what," He kissed the top of your head, "As long as you and I are there."

There was truly only one thing moving faster than the wedding planning in your lives at the moment, and that was Steve's impatience when it came to wanting to have pups. You and he had discussed numerous times having them, but it had been decided to do so after marriage. But of course, Steve didn't necessarily listen.

"But just imagine a bunch of our kids running around," He sighed, as you two cooked dinner, "And playing with them, and helping them play, and buying them toys-"

"And sleepless nights, and changing diapers, and dealing with tantrums, and giving birth to a literal child." You looked at Steve, "Stevie, I know you really want pups and I do too. But I don't know if I'm ready yet." He looked down at his feet for a few minutes as if he were a child being caught stealing cookies by his mom.

"I'm sorry," He finally said, "I'm pressuring you, aren't I? And to have a child? That's a shitty move-"

"Steve, I know you just really want one." You placed your hand on his forearm, leaning into him which turned into a hug, "And I know you really want to be a dad, but why don't we start out small first?"

"Small?" He asked.

"Yeah, like," You thought for a second, "We could get a dog."

"A dog?" He pondered, "Do you want a dog?"

"I think a dog would be nice," You admitted, focusing back on the cooking, "I mean it would be nice to have it as company when you're not around. And if we do want pups, a dog would be great to have to both interact with them and to protect them."

"Sweetheart," He lightly laughed, "I'm pretty sure you're forgetting the 15 guards in and around this apartment right now."

"Yeah, well," You looked at Steve, "A dog would be nice too." While you had wanted a dog for you and Steve for the longest time, you also remembered what your mother had told you to look for a man. She had reminded you always to see how he was with animals, that would judge his ability to be a father.

"Research dogs, find a breed, and we'll get it." He told you.

"You sure you're cool with this?"

"Yeah of course," He lightly smiled, giving you a little kiss, "Whatever you want you get."

-Time skip-

"She's the sweetest!" You squealed as you rolled around in the large California king bed with the newest addition to the family, Athena. You held her large frame up above you. "You're just so pretty, aren't you?" You continued to coo at the dog as Steve stood in the doorway, comfortably leaning on one end as he watched the two of you with a light smile.

You two had flown over 2,000 miles to get Athena, once you had decided on a female rottweiler puppy. They were some of the best with kids, females especially. They were known for being protective of their family but great and docile dogs with kids, perfect for what you two wanted. "C'mon Stevie, she's so cute isn't she?" You held her in your arms as you pet her, her little tongue going to lick your hands.

"She's pretty cute." He came and sat on the edge of the bed. You let the dog go, and she immediately trotted her way on the mattress, each paw causing a little dent in the bed, over to Steve where she comfortably suited herself in his lap.

"I think she likes you," You lightly laughed, still laying on the bed. He lightly smiled.

"I'm glad." He said, "Are you happy, love?"

"Very." You smiled, "How about you?"

"Never been better." You grabbed his free hand and began playing with his fingers within your own.

"Stevie?" You asked.

"Hm?" He hummed in response.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He stated, looking away from you.

"Darling," You sat up, your expression turning serious, "Don't lie to me."

"I'm just- stressed." He stuttered and looked down at you, still petting Athena with one hand.

"Why?" You looked concerned, rubbing your hand on his forearm.

"I just-" He paused, looking away, "Well, shit." He turned to you, lightly moving Athena in his lap. "I um, I didn't have the intention of telling you this now, but Rumlow," He sighed, "We found a plan that he had. An entire database worth of information, about well, you." He looked down, your eyes going wide and your mouth dropping lightly.

"W-what do you mean about me?"

"I- shit," He looked back to you, "It was a detailed plot. To kidnap you." Your eyes went even wider, you could have easily been compared to a deer in the headlights. "I didn't want to freak you out, and this is why."

"So that's why you and Bucky have been talking privately whenever he and Rachel come over-"

"To discuss how to protect you, and what's developing within our case to take down Rumlow." You two sat in awkward silence for a few moments.

"So am I safe now?" You asked next. He looked up at you, this time his eyes going wide and looking you directly in your own.

"As long as I am with you, yes, you are safe." You nodded and looked down, sighing.

"I- I think I'm gonna take a shower." You got up as he nodded towards you, moving to the bathroom. You slowly shut the door, sighing and taking your clothes off stepping into the shower to compose yourself.

Just a few minutes later you heard the door open, and looking out you saw Steve come in. He began taking his own clothes off, but you paid little to no attention to considering the current thoughts flooding your mind.

The large, glass shower door opened letting some of the steam that had been collecting out and letting a slow shiver go down your skin. You turned around and saw Steve there, his face partially covered by the steamy clouds in the way. He took one of his large, dry hands and caressed your wet face with his thumb, leaning in and giving you a kiss as his own hair and body became wet. "Steve I'm not in the mood-"

"I know," He said, "I'm just here to relax you. We won't do anything you don't want to, okay?" You nodded in response. He reached behind you and grabbed your bottle of shampoo, the scent of vanilla and chestnut filled the shower, opening it and pouring a plentiful amount into his hand. He placed it down again, rubbing his two hands together before beginning to massage your scalp. The feeling was euphoric as you closed your eyes and slowly leaned into his chest. The moment wasn't very sexual as much as it was intimate and relieving.

"Just relax, baby girl." He told you, his fingers still working their magic, "Just relax." There were a few minutes of intervening comfortable silence.

"I'm so sorry." Steve finally admitted. You opened your eyes and briefly looked up at him.

"For what?" You asked.

"Lying to you, not telling you what was going on-"

"To protect me?" You looked at him with a shocked expression, "Steve you were doing what was in my best interest."

"By lying to you Y/N."

"By trying to keep me calm Steve," You sighed looking away in frustration and then back at him, "Steve, I know we have a very different dynamic, an equal relationship. Not one that the large majority of Alphas and Omegas have, but you can't feel guilty when you take on the Alpha roll." He looked away too for a moment, before looking back.

"Yeah, yeah I know."

"It's in your nature to be dominant and protective of me, just like it's in my nature to be submissive to you. And protecting me from these things is just your Alpha instinct Steve, it's part of who you are." You looked up at him making direct eye contact, "And I don't blame you for a second Steve, and you shouldn't blame yourself either, okay? I love you. Every single part of you whether it's your Alpha instincts or not." He looked at you only for a moment before colliding his lips with yours in an impatient and extremely heated kiss, placing his hand on the back of your head to stabilize you.

"I fucking love you." He said, both of you gasping from the kiss.

"I love you too." You lightly smiled, your foreheads leaning against each other, "But my fingers are becoming wrinkly, I think we've been in here too long-" He began chuckling.

"Damn you can ruin moments sometimes." You lightly laughed.

"I don't know what else you expect of me, my dearest Alpha." You stated jokingly.

"Nothing, my dearest Omega."