With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Bucky's POV:

"Remind me what we're doing here..." Steve muttered as he climbed off his bike and looked at the shop in front of us.

"I already lost her once, then I was almost taken from her, I'm not letting her go again." I stated, walking towards our destination.

"So why are we at an old jewelry...Holy Shit Buck!" He yelled, breaking both character and the socially accepted volume limit.

"Yeah," I sighed, standing in front of the emerald-painted door and looking up at the sign adorned with gold.  You could say that the shop had seen better days, I was deciding to say it was...well loved. 

It had changed a lot since the 30s, I remembered walking past it often with my mother and sisters. I remembered my sisters pointing at the windows, telling me which ones they hoped to be proposed to with.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

A bell chimed.

The place was a little bit too warm inside and quite dusty, but this is where I wanted to buy the ring from. This was where my father had bought my mother's ring, hers was worth almost nothing but it was absolutely gorgeous, it was a simple band with some colored glass "sapphires" and "diamonds" but it was hers and I wanted to get Y/n/n something with a connection to it.

One thing I hadn't quite figured out yet was why Y/n/n hadn't told me about the baby yet (or the baby that I was 93.27% sure was on the way). I listed the symptoms in my head:
1. Cravings - ketchup and yogurt, really?
2. Morning sickness - I knew her nightmares had stopped, she used to toss and turn in bed before she woke up in a sweat, now she was sleeping like a baby and then getting ill once she woke up.
3. I hadn't seen her drink coffee or alcohol since I got back, the lack of caffeine was very uncharacteristic.

Not to mention the fact that she had suddenly started working out with a shirt on, and she came out of the bathroom fully changed, I hadn't seen her body since I got back. It wasn't that I felt entitled to see her, I would always respect that it was her body but usually, she liked to tease me at every possible opportunity. 

There was always the chance that she was feeling insecure, so I would make sure to look out for her, check up on her, and remind her how gorgeous she was but combining that with the other factors, I was thinking there was a bun in the oven.

The lighting was dim but warm and familiar. A kind-looking old man stood behind the counter, inspecting something with an eyepiece. 

As he heard the little gold bell above the door ring, he turned up from his work to greet us. "Hello boys, how can I help you out today?"

I always found it funny when someone referred to myself or Steve as 'boys' or 'kids' given that there was almost a 100% chance that we were older than them.

"I need to get a ring..." I began.

A smile grew on the man's face. "Do you two want matching ones? Who is proposing to who?"

"It's for my girlfriend," I whispered, producing a ring from my pocket, "this is one of hers so this is the size it needs to be."

Over the next couple of hours, the man showed me practically every ring in the shop. I made sure to dismiss any gold options (my girl wore almost exclusively silver jewelry) instead, favouring the platinum rings.

There were so many options, but none caught my eye, I knew Y/n/n would probably kill me if I proposed with a heart-cut diamond, so I steered clear of them. There were extravagant rings adorned with rubies and emeralds, rings with ornate patterns etched into the bands. Some were vintage, others had claims to famous names but eventually, after looking at every single other option in the shop, I saw it.

The design was simple enough, a medium-thickness band, with an emerald-cut diamond at the center and tiny sapphires embedded in the band. It did remind me of my mother's ring, but at the same time it was very different, and when I saw it, I could only imagine the look on Y/n/n's face as I got down on one knee.

This was the one, it was her ring. It was the only one like it in the store, made pretty recently but also the only one of its kind made by the manufacturer. 

This was it. I was going to make Y/n/n my wife.

(765 Words)