When Eva and Bucky met, sparks flew. Bucky instantly knew Eva was the one he wanted to marry. But, like everyone else in the world, Eva has a secret.
What will happen when she our lives Bucky? Or will she? Will they have a long and happy life? Read...
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-October 1942-
-TRIGGER WARNING-
Steve moved in officially last month. We got him a small bed to sleep on instead of the couch. He's been helping me a lot. I'm honestly grateful for him. He'll be a great dad one day. James will be home for Christmas which is in two months and I'm so excited. I'll be nearing 7 months pregnant.
Right now, I'm looking at baby clothing. Steve had to go to work for a little while and I have the day off, so I figured it would be a great day to shop. We found out a week ago that I'll be having a girl and I immediately tried calling James but didn't get him. It's been a week so I sent a letter instead.
"How far along are you?" The cashier asks.
"Oh I'm almost 6 months." I smile.
"Congratulations. Boy or girl?"
"Girl. We're very excited. Her name is Isabella." I rest my hand on my stomach and feel her kick. She sure does like to move around. Sleep is nearly impossible because of how much she moves.
"That's a beautiful name." She compliments.
"Thank you!" I set the items on the counter. "Just these, please." I pull out the money Steve left me. The lady tells me the total and I hand her the cash then put the clothes in my bag. "Have a nice day!" I smile as I walk out.
The walk home is about ten minutes and if I'm being honest, I'm out of breath by the time I get there. And I need to pee. I quickly set my bag down and run to the bathroom. I swear I have to pee every 5 minutes! And I'm always hungry. I'm kind of craving some pickles. Do I even have any?
I waddle into the kitchen and open the refrigerator, smiling when I find a jar of pickles. I open the jar and go sit on my couch. My feet are killing me. I kind of want to take a nap. That's if little miss will let me.
I finish off the pickles and go into my room, changing out of my clothes. I look at Jamie's shirt that's laying on the bed, immediately getting sad that I no longer fit in it. I made that realization last month and cried. It wasn't a good time.
Slipping on a nightgown, I grab his shirt and snuggle with it. It still smells like him and it just makes me more upset. I miss him so much. I miss his voice, hugs, kisses, smile... those pretty blue eyes. Sniffling, I wipe my tears and attempt to shut my eyes.
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I jolt awake, something feel off. I throw back my sheets and blood is drenching the bed. Fuck... shit.
"STEVE!" I yell. I don't even know if he's home.
"What?! What's wrong?" He comes running in and immediately notices the bed. "Oh gosh, I'll call the doctor!" He runs off and I hear him on the phone. My thoughts are clouded and everything feels numb. Black spots starting dotting my eyes and then the world goes black.
