Steve Rogers Mpreg Novels & Stories

“How long have I been asleep…?” Then, he suddenly remembered something and grabbed Stella’s arm. “Where is Weston? Where is he?!” Stella saw how furious he was, so she quickly comforted him, “Calm down. You just woke up…” “Sis!” Roger didn’t want to hear this so he interrupted, “That man’s keeping a celebrity as his mistress. He even got her pregnant!” He was utterly exasperated. “How could he do this to you?!” Stella’s eyes darkened. She abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back down. “That has nothing to do with you. You just have to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule your surgery. You don’t have to worry about anything else.”

"Why? Are you interested?" I nearly choked, face flaming. "N-No. I-I mean…I—" "If you say so," she snickered, cutting me off before I could entangle myself in a lie. "You don't have anything to worry about, Sera." What the hell was that supposed to mean? Rosie ignored my inquisitive expression and turned the menu over to me. "Wanna share some mac n' cheese bites?" "Um, yeah. Of course," I replied. Kevin stepped up to the table, greeting us and taking our order. His ears were pulled into exaggerated points, a long and lean build about him. Purple-hued eyes and tribal markings along his wrists. Elvish.