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Stark briefly stuck his lower lip out in silent pouting, as if sticking his tail between his legs and flattening his ears. Only he wasn't a dog. Tony took her reply into mind as he circled the counter like a shark would to its prey and laid his chin on her shoulder. "Hardly." He said quietly in a tone that was clearly questioning her actions. Judging by the look on her face there was something wrong- the way she pursed her lips as if wanting to say something; the way her strawberry brows knitted together in consideration; the way her eyes became dull and then sparkled. "Is there something you'd like to tell me, Pep?" Tony asked after getting his coffee from the maker. The usually strong beverage matched his eye color as he looked down at the steaming brown ocean. His arm extended so that he could hand her the caffeine she normally needed to work properly in the morning. The gaze shifted upwards, into blue irises. Asking the same question, yet gently as to not pressure her into responding.

Now, this was unacceptable. Something was definitely wrong. That, or she was hiding something. And if Pepper wanted to play secretive, he'd just have to play along. A small frown etched onto his features, as he sat the porcelain cup onto the marble counter. That very hand reached up and found its way under her shirt, rubbing her back. He'd witnessed her fidgeting and spacing in between her words, as if something was about to be announced. "Hey." Tony whispered in her ear, pulling her towards him. "Pep; tell me what's wrong. Please?" Although it was a question, his voice never rose in the end. A mere statement perhaps. His eyes shifted, matching her gaze.

Tony pulled her even closer, holding her as if she were a doll. He hushed her by whispering, "Shush Pepper, it's okay. I love you, you love me, we're engaged, it's alright. It's a wonderful thing." His bourbon eyes closed as he laid his head on her shoulder as she was enveloped in his hug. Tony paused, letting her go but putting his forehead to hers. He stared into her baby blues, shimmering. "There's nobody I would rather have this baby with than you. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." He then decided to pull her into a hug again, his voice raspy against hers, which was soft and cautious. His hand rubbed circles onto her back, sighing happily and smiling. This was a wonderful thing; a family. The Strark gene would continue on. And so would the Potts. The thought made him grin in delight and grip her tighter as he laughed. "It's wonderful!"

Tony shook his head, making a faint 'tsk tsk' sound as he laughed. How dare she! Everything was so...beautiful, and then *bam*! Damn hormones. Is this what every husband complains about? Didn't matter. When Pepper was cornered by him and the wall, he grinned and wiped the flour off of his face, taking off his powdered shirt as part of his revenge. "Ohh, didn't your mother tell you not to play with food?" He mocked, grinning and hunting her down with his eyes. He softened, kissing her. When they were wrapped up in sultry kisses full of amour Tony reached for the sugar and sprinkled it over Pepper with a laugh. "Sugar, spice, and everything nice!"

When Pepper was utterly sucked into his kiss, he'd thought he'd won. As always. His kisses would bring you to your knees. But, one little problem. This time, Pepper demanded she'd be spice and then pushed him away, continuing the battle of love and food. Pregnancy brought out the demons in people, Tony guessed. Cautiously he reached for the bottle of ketchup, holding it as if he were holding a gun. He glanced around, catching no glimpse of lean leg or strawberry hair. That is, until he walked right past her and into Pepper's trap. The next nine months would be a roller coaster ride, with many ups and downs. And every month, Tony would be sure to snap a picture of Pep's ever growing belly until it finally popped with a new life.

Tony smiled, dropping the bottle and lowering the pan that was currently shielding Pepper's glowing face. He chuckled a bit, grasping her chin and kissing her. But alas that was only a tease, for Tony reached for the flour and patted it on Pepper's face. That huge, smug grin was ever-present, knowing that she looked like some kind of warrior. Stepping back to admire his work, a quiet snicker was emitted into the air. "I'm guessing I look like a Italian pastry chef and you look like a Native American warrior," He told the strawberry-haired woman. "But seriously Pep, we need to plan this wedding." That statement was technically a random fault. Who knew he would've said something like that? At such a faux time, too. But the truth behind that was that Tony wanted it to be official soon.

--bumpers c;

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Pepper wrapped her arms around his neck and let him pull her into the devouring kiss. She kissed back with lust, and dropped the pan. She opened her eyes when she felt the flour in her hair. She just chuckled and took his hands leading him into the living room. "Your completely right, Wedding plans." She mumbled and sat down. "I'll be on it right now if you like." She said pulling out her laptop and typing some things down. "I'll do the planing if you want, unless you are up for the job." She said turning to face him. "Mr.Stark,"

Wedding plans. Question was, were these sultry plans worth the while? Foul fragments that demand to be put forth, or, perhaps, a effortless getaway from reality, all the effect of staying with the one you love. Tony absolutely despised planning. He knew Pepper would advance much faster than he would. She'd have the plans done in a week and Tony would be slumped over his desk until the last minute. And that's where Jarvis came in. If something couldn't get done in the time frame described the artificial intelligence would assist. Tony smirked, inhaling and exhaling slowly to overrun his thought process. "I like it," He replied. "The name and the plan."