Bucky Barnes: The love of my life

"I don't feel good."

Steve's POV:

We lay together catching our breath for At least ten minutes. "Buck?" We lay next to one another looking into each other's eyes. He smiles when I say his name. "Steve?" He replies. "You should go." His smile fades and he sits up. "Why?" I sit up with him and grab my boxers and slip them on. "That was our one day together. The days over." Just as he puts his boxers on too and is about to reply there's a knock on the door and it opens slightly.

Y/n pops her head in the door. She looks terrible. I mean she always looks beautiful but she looks terrible. Bucky turns to see her and leaps out of bed grabbing his shirt and quickly throwing it on. She comes into the room, she doesn't care that we were in bed together with only boxers. Bucky holds her face in his hands as tears start streaming down her face. "What's wrong baby?" She puts her hands over her stomach and her lip quivers as she tries to tell Bucky. "I don't feel good."

Bucky's POV:

The second y/n walked into the room I was terrified. I knew it was bad. She said she doesn't feel good and her hands are on her stomach. "What do you mean? Is it the baby? What happened?" My head is spiraling. "I don't know. I feel sick. And my stomach hurts. I didn't want to bother you but it really hurts. I tried to call you." Shit. My phone died. I was here, fucking my best friend while my pregnant wife is in pain and it could be a problem with the baby.

"I'm sorry baby," I pull her into my arms, scooping her up, "I'm so sorry, my phone died, I should've been with you." Steve is fully dressed now and at our side. "What can I do?" I think for a second. "I'm taking her to the hospital, find Allie and watch her, I'll call you later and keep you updated." I'm trying to be calm but I feel like I'm going to pass out. What if it's the baby.

I stumble and Steve sees and holds me up. "You can't drive. I'll have Wanda take Allie and I'll drive you. Here give her to me." I transfer y/n to Steve's arms and I can't help but get emotional. He puts her in the car while I grab my wallet our phones and my charger. I give Allie to Wanda and get in the back seat with y/n.

Your POV:

I'm in the backseat laying in Bucky's lap. He told me I had to wear my seatbelt even though it was uncomfortable because I was laying down. I know I interrupted something when I went into Steve's room. They were both sitting on the bed in boxers. Steve's hand was on bucky's thigh. I feel terrible but I also felt terrible and if it's something with the baby...I had to tell him. "I'm sorry for ruining your day." I mumble. He's stroking my hair and he won't take his eyes off me. I've been crying this whole time, the pain is terrible and I feel like I'm gonna puke. But i just got our car cleaned...

"Stop," he's fixated on me, I try to look away but he refuses to break eye contact, "I wish you would have come to me sooner baby, you're more important than whatever I was doing. So is the baby." I could tell he felt bad for saying that in-front of Steve because he cringed when he looked up into the mirror and made eye contact with Steve. He places his hand on my forehead and it feels cool, even though it's his real one. "Your hot." I chuckle through the pain and instantly regret it. "Ouch. Well thank you but-." He interrupts me. He rarely does that. "No, you're burning up. How long have you had a fever?" I didn't know I had one. "I don't know. I didn't know I had a fever."

He shakes his head and looks into the mirror making eye contact with Steve again. "Drive faster please." Steve nods and I can feel the car moving faster.

Bucky's POV:

We got to the hospital and they took y/n to do an ultrasound. We were in there for about two minutes and got to hear the baby's heartbeat again, which calmed us both down. But they didn't let us listen to it for very long. They said she has appendicitis. She has to have a laparoscopic surgery and they assured us it's safe for the baby but I'm scared out of my mind. Steve's in the waiting room and y/n and I are in pre-op. She's about to go into surgery, but they said we could have a minute alone.

"How was your day?" She smiles through her tears. She's so scared and there's nothing I can do, because I'm scared too. I laugh through mine, "you're about to have surgery and that's what you're worried about?" She smiles and nods. "Well I'm worried about the baby too and me but your day is less depressing to think about, so how was your day?" I shake my head and I cry harder. I know she won't leave me alone until I answer. "We agreed that today was going to be our only day together. We're good, we're parting on good terms. We got to see what it would be like with each other and it was good. But it's nothing like you, so we decided today would be our one day together." She lights up when I say 'be with each other' she's so damn cute.

"Aww," her hands have been on her stomach this entire time, and telling her that only makes her cry harder. Pregnancy hormones. "I'm sorry you guys only had one day together, I know you made up your mind and won't change it, but was it a good day?" I nod and smile. "It was," she smiles and her tears fall less frequently now, "but my days with you are way better." I don't want her to encourage me to be with him. I want to be with her.

"That's so good. I don't know if it's the drugs they gave me or pregnancy hormones but i don't know James I don't know." It's the drugs. "Did you guys have sex?" He seems startled by the question. I wouldn't have asked it if I wasn't on pain killers. He won't deny me of the answer because he's realized my high self probably won't stop asking. "Yes." Is all he says. But I need more. "Was it good." He smiles. "Not as good as with you." I smack his arm. "Shut up dude. Come on, was it good? He looks like he's good." He chuckles and kisses my forehead. "Hs was good. It was definitely a different experience, and I applaud you for your bravery when doing anal with me." He smirks and kisses my lips. "We should have a threesome." I blurt.

"Oopsies. Sorry, that was just supposed to be a thought." He can't stop smiling and laughing. He puts his hand on mine on my stomach and his prosthetic resting in my cheek, his thumb running across it softly. "No." He shakes his head and laughs again. "Why?" I whine. "I'm not sharing you. And Steve and I was a one time thing. I'm all yours now okay? Thank you for letting me do that today. You're my everything you know that." I roll my eyes at him. "Pfft. I knew that already. That's why I let you dumb dumb. I knew you'd come back to me. You love me too much, and Steve's pretty, but I am prettier. And so is our baby, unless it's a boy. Then he's handsome.  Just like his daddy." Hs smiles and then there's a knock on the door.

"It's time to take her for surgery." The doctor says.