Now that she was damn near 6 months pregnant, Peggy waddled around the house and tired out quickly, was hungry all the bloody time and trying to chase around a 2 year old boy whilst contending with Steve. It had been hard but worth it when he smiled again for the first genuine time in a long while.
She had just gotten Stevie down for his nap when she heard singing, or maybe humming, but it was some sort of tune that was familiar in tone but not form. Peggy waddled into the kitchen to find who it was and was surprised to see Steve... cooking.