Steve just sat back down on the bed, even at his most stubborn he knew fighting with Peggy when she took on that tone was pointless. He'd never win.
By the time she got back to the room Steve had taken off his slippers, wiped his face and fixed his hair as much as he could with his fingers and as much as he tried to stop or ignore it there was still a slight tremble in his fingers and, though he couldn't know it, a nervous, faraway look in his eyes. He glanced up to Peggy and the baby, biting the corner of his mouth. "Is he okay?" he asked softly.