My Little Dove

Chapter 36

Doves POV:

I woke and felt absolutely perfect. Like I was never actually sick the day before.

I lay my head on Bucky's chest and smile. "G'morning"

"Morning" He mumbles

I look up at his face and he looked sad. Like someone had died.

"What's the matter?" I ask, scooting up to his face

"It's dumb"

"That's okay"

He turns my way and pulls the blanket up towards him. "I had a dream that we had a baby"

"Oh" I nod, not knowing how to respond to the sudden topic

"His name was Angel and he was the most precious thing that ever happened to us" Bucky proceeded to tell me about the child he dreamt up. His passion for this imaginary baby made me chuckle until I saw the tears forming in his eyes.

He buried his face in his pillow and I gave him those head scratches he liked so much.

"Why are you so sad?" I whispered

"Because I loved him so much"

"But...But he wasn't real" I tried to put it in the kindest words I could

He turns to look at me and his eyes were red. "It was real for me" He sniffles. "I want us to get married for real and have a baby for real. I want to love that you get to live your dream in LA, but I hate it. I hate the thought of you leaving and I hate the fact that you'll be happier there than with me here"

I rub his rosy cheek and give him the most gentle peck on his forehead. I didn't know what to reply with so I just lay there with him.

His expression goes from sad to plain pissed off.

He stands up and begins to walk out of the room. "No kiss?" I joke

He walks back over and gives me the quickest peck he could without making it seem like he hated me.

I open my mouth, about to ask him something until he closed the door after he left.

I give him a few to cool off then follow him into the kitchen.

He stirred his oatmeal. Waiting for it to be an edible temperature.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask

He doesn't take his eyes off his food. "Yes. Yes I am"

"Don't you think that's a little unfair to me?"

"Yep"

I sigh and pull out a chair.

"You knew what I was gonna do before we got together"

I could see the tears forming in his eyes.

"Well, that was before I fell in love with you, now was" He mumbles

"How are you mad at me because I'm finally doing what I want?"

"That's..." He groans. "That's not what I'm saying"

"Then what are you saying?"

"Dove, you've been trapped for years and I'm more than happy that you get to live the life you want, but what about this? What about us? This is real. Our love is real"

"I-I guess we'll just have to move on"

He laughs and wipes away his fallen tears. "Yeah, okay"

"What the hell do you want me to say? 'Oh yes, Bucky I'll give up my plans to get married to you and have your little dream baby!?' I won't do that!"