Taken. (A Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes story)

chapter 11

It was the Thursday after Emily arrived that she went into labor. It had been a pretty normal day, Daisy cuddling with Bucky, Emily being uncomfortable because of how far along she was, and Steve was sitting in his chair reading yet another book he'd book he'd put on his list of things he'd have to catch up on. This week it was "Where The Red Fern Grows".

"What do you guys want for dinner?" Bucky asked from the floor where Daisy was laying on top of him, again.

"You could make spaghetti." Steve suggested, not looking up from his book.

Bucky was about to reply when Emily gasped, Steve jumped up and Bucky pushed the dog off of him, standing up. They all looked it shock at the wet spot growing on the sofa.

"The baby's coming." Emily gasped out. She stood on shaky legs and walked towards the door. Steve and Bucky were rooted in place, "Are you guys coming or am I going by myself?"

Steve ran to get the bag they prepared before hand and Bucky ran to Emily's side, grabbing her arm to offer more support.

"Bye Daisy!" Bucky called as Steve closed and locked the door, Bucky sat in the back seat with Emily and held her as she went through the beginning contractions. Steve sped to the hospital and got there in record time.

"She's in labor, where do we go?" Bucky said, walking to the front desk with Emily clutching his hands.

"Right this way, sir. Are you the father?" The nurse who was leading them around turns and down halls asked.

"We're adopting the baby." Bucky gestured to Steve and himself. The nurse didn't argue as Steve followed behind, carrying Emily's bag and pillow. They were lead to a private room and left alone.

Emily's contractions were coming every five minutes and getting more and more painful. Steve and Bucky sat on either side of the bed holding her hands. If she squeezed their hands any tighter Steve would need medical attention and Bucky's metal hand would need replacing.

"Alright, Mrs. Vaughn, let's see how far you're dilated." The nurse said as she walk into the room. She grabbed one of the tools to measure Emily's cervix. "It looks like you're ten centimeters. You ready to have your baby?"

"Yes, oh my god, just get this thing out of me." Emily panted out. She'd been having contractions for hours now, it felt like her back was going to explode and her hips were going to snap in half.

Steve and Bucky walked next to the gurney on the way to the delivery room. The nurses wheeled Emily to a stop in the middle of the room and started to prep her for labor.

"Alright Mrs. Vaughn, let's get started. Are you ready?" A male doctor walked through the door and put on his flimsy, white face mask and rubber gloves. "On the count of three I need you to start pushing. 1, 2, 3, push."

Emily's face clenched with pain as she started pushing, she'd never felt pain like this in her life.

"Alright, again. 1, 2, 3, push. Good job Emily, the baby's head is crowning, we're almost there." The doctor was trying to help the baby out faster but she wasn't out far enough yet.

With each push Emily squeezed Steve and Bucky's hands tighter, Steve had felt something in his fingers pop after the second push.

"I can't do this. I can't do this." Emily had been very emotional the last two weeks and this had just pushed her over the edge. She was sobbing and panting from the physical and emotional stress.

"We've got the shoulders out. Come on Emily just few more pushes. 1, 2, 3, push." Emily again pushed as hard as she could "Very good. Just one more push. 1, 2, 3, push."