You stood by your kitchen island, prepping up a bottle of milk for your 1 year old, smiling at them softly when Steve wrapped his arms around you from behind, sighing in content as he laid his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

"Morning.." he muttered groggily as he began to kiss your neck up, then turned you around so he could kiss you properly a quick morning make out sesh.

He sighed happily and looked over at the baby with a proud grin. "So small." He murmured sleepily.