With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Y/n's POV:

I woke up to the sound of crying. Not mine, not Buck's, an unfamiliar voice. Bucky was curled up in my arms, his head pressed against my chest, his hand over my belly where our little girl was growing. The crying must have been Vanya. 

I carefully slipped out of bed and walked over to the wailing boy, I didn't want to wake Buck up if I could help it. He needed his sleep. 

"Shhh, Shhh. Все хорошо, все будет хорошо." (It's okay, it'll be okay.) I whispered, Stroking a hand through his, now clean, long dark hair. I couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep, but I just wanted to comfort him. As the screams turned to whimpers, I felt more sure that I could try to wake him, despite his need for sleep, I wouldn't blame him if he was hungry too.  

His bright blue eyes opened slowly as I shook his shoulder. "Привет," (Hi,)  I smiled softly "Ты голоден?" (Are you hungry?)  

Vanya just shrugged, but he took my hand in his when I stood up and offered it to him, which I took as a yes. Leading him to the kitchen took a while once you factored in all the stops he took to look at things on the way. To be honest, I couldn't blame him. This place was fucking cool. 

Once we got there, I sat him on the counter and grabbed a couple of things from around the kitchen, and placed them in front of him. He pointed to the apple. "Яблоко." (Apple.)  

I nodded, "Apple. На английском языке это Apple." (In English its (an) Apple.) 

He looked at me with his head cocked slightly to the side, "Apple?" He repeated. "Это глупо." (That's stupid.) He replied, I smirked in response. none the less he reached for the fruit and took a bite, starting to smile cheekily.  

"Что тебе снилось?" (What did you dream about?) I asked as he munched on the fruit. Vanya shook his head and spat a piece of apple at me. I would be put out, but then again he was an over-exhausted child. Instead, I grabbed some kitchen towel and cleaner before going to clear it up. 

"Почему у тебя большой живот?" (Why do you have a big belly?) He asked me, making me smile even more. His curiosity was cute. 

"I'm pregnant." I said in English, he'd have to learn at some point. "Я беременна. Там ребенок." (I'm pregnant. There's a baby in there.)  

Vanya nodded, but looked suspicious about it, like he didn't believe me. 

Once He was done with his apple, I pushed a chocolate bar towards him. "Шоколад. It's chocolate." I told him, in both languages. "Тебе понравится." (You're gonna love it.)  

He picked it up cautiously and pulled open the packet before taking a bite and smiling bigger than I'd ever seen him smile before, nodding enthusiastically.  

*Y/n/n!* Buck's voice echoed through my head *Where are you?* 

*It's okay, we're in the kitchen.* I replied. Fuck me, I should've left a note. 

Seconds later, I felt Bucky's body collide with mine. He must've run. 

"Sorry, I should've left a note, but he was hungry..." I told him, placing a kiss on his cheek and pressing my forehead into his chest. 

"It's okay, you're in my arms now." He mumbled, his voice breaking. There was something else behind this... 

"Nightmare?"  

He nodded, running his hands up and down my arms before they made their way to my stomach where I let him cradle our baby while Vanya stared at us, confused. "Dead." He mumbled. "You and the baby. I woke up and you-" 

"-weren't there." I nodded slowly. "I'm so so sorry, Buck."  

He shook his head before pecking me on the forehead and making his way over to the kettle next to Vanya (Steve had insisted on a stove kettle but Tony had replaced it years ago. He m̶a̶d̶e̶    used to make a cup of tea with it every morning.)  

"Peppermint?" Buck asked. I nodded quietly with a smile. "Привет, Ваня. Чем тебя Y/n накормила?" (Heya Vanya, What did Y/n feed you?)  

"Apple и chocolate"  

""и" - это "and"" ("и" is "and") I filled in. 

"Apple and chocolate," He told my fiancé, with the strongest Russian accent I'd ever heard on an eight-year-old. 

Buck smiled at me before looking down at Vanya like a proud father "Отличная работа!" (Nice work!). *You're going to be an amazing mother, you know that right?* 

I just smiled back at him. I hoped to fuck he was right. 

Vanya yawned in front of us, so I started to tidy up the fruits in front of us while Buck picked him up to take him back to the room where I watched lovingly as my man tucked him in gently and assured him that he wouldn't have any more nightmares before climbing back into bed with me.

*I hope you know that you're going to be an even better father.* I told him, silently.

I felt his arms around me tense up.

*You will, I know you.*

He pressed a kiss to the back of my head. *I love you so much Y/n/n. Sweet dreams.*

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