With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Y/n's POV:

That evening, I couldn't sleep (no surprises there). I lay on our bed, subconsciously stroking my hand over my stomach. There could be another person in there right now, a baby. 

I tried to block out the thoughts that pushed the words "Bucky's Baby" to the front of my mind. Yes, if I was pregnant, there was no doubt that the baby would be his, but I didn't want to think about the fact that our hypothetical baby would grow up without their father.

I didn't have the heart to watch anything on the TV without Bucky, I didn't want to listen to his music or read his books, so instead I kept re-reading his notebooks, writing in the (previously empty) notebook that I had stolen from him and that is what I was doing when I heard a knock at the door. At 11 pm.

I stayed on the bed and waited until the knock came again, slightly louder but still remaining within what was socially acceptable at this time of day. It had to be Steve.

"Come in." I called, just loud enough for him to hear me through the door.

"I can come in?" He asked again.

"Yes, Steve. You can come in." I almost laughed as he walked through the door and sat down in the chair across from the bed.

He smiled at me kindly, in a way that told me that I could speak to him about anything if I wanted to. He's kind of like a youth pastor, I guess.

"Are you alright?" He asked me, supportively.

And at that, all of my walls wanted to crumble down. Every barricade and fence I had put up against sharing my emotions fell at the sight of my best friend's warm expression. 

"I think I might be pregnant." I whispered, watching as his face ran through almost every emotion known to man: shock, confusion, realisation, traumatisation, acceptance. His own five stages of grief.

"You.."

"Yeah." I clarified. 

"Is it? Might it be Bucky's?" He questioned, caution running through his voice.

I gave him a sad sigh and answered, "It could only be Bucky's."

There was a pause between us before Steve looked confused again, "What do you mean might? Have you taken a test?"

I nodded, tears welling in my eyes, "I took three, one was positive." I explained, watching as Steve walked over to the edge of the bed where I was now sitting and sat next to me, wrapping an arm around me as I curled into him and absorbing the information. 

"How do you feel about it?" He asked quietly.

I half-laughed, "I have absolutely no fucking clue."

"Ok, how would you feel if I told you right now that you weren't?" He asked, his tone still soft.

I felt my stomach drop a little, oh. I placed my hand over it, as if I would be able to tell if there was somebody in there. The thought of it being empty was...uncomfortable.

"I-" I tried to speak, the words catching in my throat.

"Look, there's no denying that things would be simpler without a baby, but you don't need to be worried if you are pregnant, Y/n/n. We'll all support your choices, I promise. I'll support you no matter what." He told me.

"Can you come?" I asked, lifting my head off his shoulder and turning to look at him. "To the appointment."

Steve smiled at me and nodded, "If that's what you want then of course."

"Thanks. " I whispered.

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