Barton and the Baker

Chapter 20: Babies and Boutiques

Y/N's POV

"WHAT. THE ACTUAL. FUCK. Y/N?" Rebecca's eyes stare at me, unblinking. "How the hell did this happen?"

I don't even try to hide my laughter, "Maybe you should have Bucky expl..."

"I didn't ask for your smart-ass comments!" She gawks at me.

We both stand silent for a moment, letting this reality settle in, "How should we tell them?" I ask, finally breaking our silence.

"How about, 'Congrats, old men... your dicks still work? Your soldiers still march? Your gun's still firing? Your mermen still swim? All of these could work! Fuck, Y/N!" She sits down, exasperated on my bed, throwing her hands in the air before burying her head in them.

The laughter bellows from me, "What is wrong with you?" I attempt to catch my breath, "I thought you loved Bucky?"

"Y/N, he's like a trillion years old... what if he doesn't want kids?" When she finally looks at me, I see the true weight of what she has been carrying from this secret. She's afraid he won't want her or the baby.

I sit down beside her, taking her hand quickly. "Hey," I bump her shoulder with mine, "I'm in the same boat! Clint has a 25-year-old son. That's why I haven't told him yet. I don't think I would want to start all over."

She chuckles softly, "Look at us... a couple of knocked-up bakers."

"Well, I guess it's appropriate for us to have some buns in the oven?" I laugh as she looks at me unimpressed. "Oh, come on. I bet they'll be real cutie pies..." Nothing. "This is super sweet."

"If you make ONE. MORE. baking pregnancy joke, I'm going to kill you, myself," she rolls her eyes.

"Oh, come on, grumpy pants. Let's go tell the lucky fellas," I stand up and take her hand, pulling her with me. "And Rebecca? Fix F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s coms."

She huffs before tinkering with the box. Once she's back online, we have her page the guys to my room.

Bucky walks in first gesturing to Rebecca, "Please tell me you fixed her."

"Shut up and sit down, Barnes," I bark.

"Fuck- the crazy is catching," he looks at Clint whose eyes just grew to three times their normal size hearing me speak to Bucky in such a manner.

They both take their seats waiting to hear why we have called them here together.

I take a deep breath, "Ok, I'm just going to come out and say it..."

"We're pregnant!" Rebecca blurts out.

"...Or Rebecca is. What was that about blabbing?"

"Shut up. I'm nervous, ok?!?" She trembles before looking over at Bucky.

"I... uhhh..." Bucky stammers, "How did this... What do you mean... I don't understand..."

I look between him and Rebecca, "Ok, if neither of you knows how this happened, I think it's time Tony explained the birds and the bees to you..." I laugh before looking at Clint who appears to still be in a state of shock. "Mr. Barton, you are awfully quiet," I bite my lip nervously.

"So it's true. You're pregnant too?" He asks, avoiding my eyes.

I nod, "I am."

He claps his hand on Bucky's shoulder, "Then God help us. There's two of them." He finally looks up at me with a grin spread across his gorgeous face. I finally breath for what feels like the first time since I took the test.