Brace Yourself (Sequel to "Consider Your Ass Saved")

Chapter 8

Lydia's POV

My hormones were raging like crazy, I gained four pounds, and I'm always tired. I had my third ultrasound today and Bucky not being there didn't help. I woke up this morning, hoping that he would be down with actually showing up but nooo he wasn't even home! I told Nurse DeCasto that he would be there for the second but he wasn't so I said third and he wasn't there either. I sat at the table, breaking pieces off of a large peanut butter cookie when Bucky walked in the door. It would be an understatement to say that I'm pissed.

"Where the fuck have you been?" I asked in a low, clearly angry voice. He just stood there, trying to find his words. Not getting a straightforward answer caused me to emotionally throw my cookie at him. It hit him on the shoulder.

"I was with Sam..."

"You were with Sam again? What do you two do? Watch trees grow?" I questioned. "You know what? Never mind. I don't give a flying fuck about what you were doing. You were supposed to be at the ultrasound with me. I let it slide the first two times but this is ridiculous. I'm sick of telling everyone that you'll be there next time but I always show up with Clint instead. Not that that's a problem. Clint is great company when you're clearly being avoided." I yelled.

"I know you're going through a lot right now but-"

"You don't know a single thing about what I'm going through. I'm almost to my second trimester and you still don't know what's happening. Guess what? Clint and I found out that it's twins today. I don't know what the serum does to a man's sperm but not only did it do the impossible and get me pregnant but it gave me two as well." I cut him off. Bucky was at a loss for words.

"Twins?" He muttered. I skipped over the subject,

"If you were with Sam, where the hell is he?" I wondered.

"He's getting milk at the market like you asked yesterday." Bucky answered. I laughed,

"At least someone is doing right by me." I snapped.

"I'm trying my best, alright?" He responded. Those words drove me up the wall.

"You promised you would be there! I was in the shower earlier and I knocked over your body wash so the whole bathroom smelled like you and that pushed me over the edge. I was turned on over soap and you weren't there to help me out. I'm an emotional mess, James!" I yelled. I then looked at the floor and saw the cookie I threw a few minutes ago and welt up. "I've just been a train wreck. My hormones are up in the fucking sky, I'm always hungry and horny and I wasted the cookie that Clint bought me by throwing it at you." At this point I was in tears. Bucky walked up and held me, allowing my tears to soak into his t-shirt.

"I can help you with all of those issue, babe. I'll buy you another cookie." He said.

"No! I wanted that one." I wept some more like a stubborn four year old. I took a shuttering breath and inhaled a nose-full of his body wash. "You smell good." I told him. He chuckled,

"I bet this scent haunts you. So you got hot over Old Spice?"

"Only because you always use it. I connect the smell to you." I admit. 

"I would help you out but..." He looked at my slightly bulky belly like it was a relative visiting. I guess he hasn't read a whole lot into this subject.

"We can still have sex, but it can't be too adventurous." I inform him, running my finger over the front of his jeans. I went from pissed to sad to turned on in a matter of less than 10 minutes. If that isn't emotional instability, I'm unsure what is. Bucky's eyes filled with want,