𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 || 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 ||

BONUS II

AGAIN?
set a month after bonus I

"I'M going to kill him." You mutter to yourself after seeing the positive on the pregnancy test you just took.

You're not exactly sure when Bucky got you pregnant, since you've been having sex like rabbits from the day you resolved the first hiccup in your marriage.

You're also not sure how. You've been taking birth control religiously, and the whole point of birth control is to prevent pregnancy, not induce it.

You should press charges.

Another time. Right now, you need to murder Bucky.

He's laying in the living room, just having a good old time, with absolutely no cares in the world. Once you get closer to him, you realise he's asleep.

Bucky looks adorable when he's sleeping. Too adorable to wake.

"Look what you did!" You tell, chucking the pregnancy test at his face, causing Bucky to wake up.

Not adorable enough.

"For fucks sake." He groans, putting his hand over his cheek. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" You chuckle dryly. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm not okay, thanks for asking." He says sarcastically, sitting upright. "You know, I was having a really good nap."

"I don't give a shit about your nap." You grumble angrily, picking the pregnancy test up and throwing it at him again.

"Ow!" He exclaims. "You wanna tell me why you're throwing things at me?"

"Look at it." You demand, crossing your arms.

Bucky takes his hand off of his cheek, revealing a big bright red mark where the test hit him. He then leans over to pick it up off of the couch and rubs his eyes so he can see it properly.

"You're pregnant." He says tiredly. "Again."

"Don't say again like this is my fault." You huff. "You're the one–"

"Shh." Bucky interrupts you, grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto the couch with him. "I get it baby, this is all my fault. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Yes." You say, your voice muffled by his shirt.

"It takes two to tango, princess. I'm not the one who was acting like a horny teenager, asking for sex every hour of the day." He says with a smirk on his face.

You glare at him. "You might be a super-soldier but I could still kick your ass."

"Oh really?" He teases. "Go on, hit me."

You take his challenge and punch him as hard as you can in his flesh shoulder. He didn't even react.

"You're being nice. Come on, try your hardest." He eggs you on.

"I did." You say, cradling your now sore fist. "What are you, made of rocks?"

"Pure muscle." He chuckles, spraying kisses all over your face. "You're mad at me now but you're going to love having another kid."

"Who told you that?"

"Nobody has to." Bucky says softly, putting his metal hand over your stomach. "I saw the way you were with Jamie and Makaari when they were babies, you loved caring for them."

You stay quiet, knowing that he has a point.

"So what if this one wasn't in the plan?" Bucky asks. "Neither were the first two, and I think we did a good job with them."

"You're right." You exhale, calming down. "I'm sorry for...chucking the test in your face."

"Twice." He reminds you and you giggle.

"Twice." You correct.

"It's okay, princess." Bucky presses a kiss to your lips. "We got about an hour 'till the kids come back from school."

"So?" You shrug.

"So I want to fuck you." He says casually.

"Don't you see how fucking repeatedly has gotten us?" You guesture to your stomach as Bucky stands up.

"Yep." He smiles. "You know what it means?"

"What?" You ask, allowing Bucky to stand you up.

"That I can cum inside you as many times as I like." He leans over to kiss your neck. "I can't get you any more pregnant than I already have."

"Stop." You say, chuckling.

"What?" He grins. "In my defense, you're an extremely fuckable woman."

You begin to walk up the stairs towards your bedroom and Bucky catches up with you, slapping your ass harshly.

"You have zero self control." You shake your head.

"Only when I'm around you. Come on." He picks you up, making you squeal. "I'll go easy on you today."

Thank goodness you're already pregnant.