Peggy carried the precious bundle close to her chest and laid him down gently in the crib like he were made of glass. He was so pure and innocent, part of her - damned near all of her - hated that he had been hurt by the nightmares even though it wasn't physical for him. Stevie was her world. "Sweet dreams tonight, my beautiful boy." she whispered as Steve watched her. Peggy bent to kiss his forehead and shut his bedroom door. "I suppose so. I rarely get hangovers, Rogers." she tapped his arms and went back downstairs for some water.