Bucky Barnes X Y/N Stark (Part-2)

Chapter 1

As soon as the warm sunshine hits my face simmering through the curtains, I roll around in bed to find his warm body and snuggle into his bare chest. Unconsciously he shifts towards me and wraps his arms around me making me feel drowsier with sleep. Here in this bed, with him, without a care in the world is the definition of perfect life for me. I don't know why people chase any other thing other than this- this feeling of being safe and loved with someone for whom you would do anything without a single thought.

Silly People.

I know the alarm is going to ring very soon and then like clockwork my husband would start his day with his morning workout which makes me blush even after 2 years of our marriage and then the usual drill- Shower, Breakfast and go to work. But unlike any other man on this planet every action he takes finds its center to me, He works only to keep his mind sane otherwise he would glue me to the bed and do things to me (If you know what I mean)

Cuddles, Duh! (Dirty Minded people)

One look at his chiseled face makes my stomach flutter with butterflies and for the past few days the butterflies have tripled with their fluttering even if he is not around. That's the effect he has on me. His face still has little strokes of scar from his time as an avenger and Winter Soldier but with passing time, little wrinkles which reflect his sweet life with me and smile lines has dominated his face features.

I gravitate towards his lips which look like they have been in a pool of honey as the sunrays fall upon them but before I even crash my lips into his, my stomach decides to empty its contents, and I run to the washroom.

I shut the door behind me, so he doesn't witness this, but I feel my head spinning when I am done puking. I glance at the calendar hanging in my bathroom with an x marked on my period date, I am still one week away but an idea waves through my mind, and I open the cabinet below the sink and take out the pregnancy kit.

I rinse my mouth and gulp down any acid remaining and with shaky hands I open the packaging. Usually, me and bucky do this together but after couple of many fails, I stopped asking him to join me and he stopped asking to come in. My face is usually enough to tell him if he is going to be the father or not and until now the answer has always been a negative.

With my instincts and high hopes, I follow the procedure and wait for 5 minutes to check the results with images of a squishy baby moving in my head.

With a negative sign appearing on the stick, I try to hold back the tears and sit on the cold floor to pace myself, my tank of hope is running out and the wish to have a little family is creating a void deeper inside me day by day.

Composing myself, I exit the washroom and get in the bed back with him, within few minutes the alarm will ring, and I hope to hide the disappointment on my face from him.

When we shifted to Paris 2 years ago, Bucky asked to retire as an Avenger to live a scare free life with me, the team was disappointed but accepted his proposal with a heavy heart. We visit our family on every holiday and celebration and life has been good, even perfect.

I shifted my setup of counselling and psychiatry in Paris and Bucky opened up a security agency with its branches all over the world providing top class securities to leading politicians and businessmen. Who knew Mr. Barnes has business ropes in him. And little by little we made our life together and surfed through our differences and fights. Turns out Marriage brings out the best and worst in you, but Bucky not once raised his voice over me, He usually shuts himself in his office and doesn't come out until the options are good sex or baking his favorite 6 course meal.

He has shown me what love is, and the love is the only thing that expands larger than the universe, there is no limit to what this man would do for me, He watches my finger when we shop and If I lay a finger on anything (even if I don't like it) he buys it for me. Fresh flowers on my vanity and on the kitchen countertops every day, this man hasn't missed a day and when he was ill, he got them delivered. He worships the air I breathe in and the ground I walk on.

And when I look at him, I know deep inside that there is nothing in this world which can love him like I do, there isn't an ocean I would not cross for this man.

And as soon as the alarm goes off, I get engulfed in a deep, tight hug of love, "Good Morning Doll" he says with his sexy voice with an edge of drowsiness.

I stuff my face into his chest and ooze all the love I have for him in a kiss which goes on for 2 minutes, trying to bury the events of the morning deep somewhere inside me, I look at his turquoise blue eyes which do something to me whenever they look at me, passing through skin right into my soul. 

Every day when I wake up, I make a promise to myself and silently to him that I wouldn't let anyone, and anything hurt him or us or to this life which we have created for us, and I have kept my promise for the past three years and I plan to keep it forever until I am buried.

He knows that I am thinking something deep, but he doesn't say anything, just makes me fall in love with him again with his precious smile.