Re: Sunday Dinner
Peggy chuckled at Stark's bewildered and intrigued look at her son. Of course he'd be fascinated by a miniature clone of Steve and the genetics behind it all. She'd often wondered herself how it was possible that her son woke up three times a night, completely hungry and crying for her to feed him. Truthfully, Peggy would be grateful for when he was old enough to feed himself in the middle of the night but she had to admit he was an angel otherwise. "He has grown, hasn't he?" she beamed proudly. "Taller than average as well, I checked."
She reached to the top of the fridge and pulled down her baby book. "I only have been keeping track since we found him but his growth exceeds all the other children's averages." she flipped through the book, categorical and methodically kept.
Stevie frowned at the new person and looked up at Peggy as if to want to protect her from a stranger. "Mama." he babbled, struggling to reach out to Stark to grab at him.