Steve Rogers:
You paced the area of the room you and Steve shared, waiting for the timer that you'd set on your phone to go off. It wasn't the first time you'd gone through the process, but you desperately hoped it would be the last. For a while at least. You and Steve had been married for three years now and you'd been trying for a baby for the past few months. You didn't want to tell Steve yet because you couldn't bear to see the disappointed look on his face for the third time over a six month period. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your timer go off, signaling the results from the test. You practically ran to the bathroom, where you'd left the test for the five minutes it took to get the results. You hesitated before looking at the results. You didn't want to get your hopes up too high, but you were sure this was it. You took a deep breath and looked down at the test and nearly cried from excitement when you saw the result you'd been longing for since you'd started trying.
"Steve!" You squealed. You heard the pounding of his footsteps as he ran towards the room.
"What is it? What happened? Are you okay?" He flooded you with questions, but all you could do was point at the test. "You're..." Steve was dumbfounded.
"Oh my god! I'm gonna be a dad!" He shouted. "We're going to be parents!" The tears that you'd tried so hard to hold back began falling down your face as you nodded vigorously. You wrapped your arms around his neck and the two of you stayed that way for a while before Steve immediately ordered you to go lay down. Every time you would even attempt to get up, Steve would lay you back down and get you whatever you needed. At times it could get aggravating, but you knew he had the best intentions, so you couldn't hold it against him.
Bucky Barnes:
You stared at the test with disbelief. You were happy, of course, but you weren't sure how Bucky would react. The subject of kids hadn't really been brought up between the two of you, so you had no clue whether or not he even wanted kids. You couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your face, so you just sat on the bathroom floor crying for what felt like hours. You hated crying, it always made you feel weak, but at the moment you didn't care if you looked weak.
"(Y/N), are you alright?" Bucky asked from the other side of the door. You quickly wiped your eyes, trying to conceal your distraught state from the soldier, but apparently you didn't do too well.
"Hey, what's wrong, doll?" His voice was laced with concern. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Bucky, I-" you cried. Bucky pulled you into an embrace, easing your anxiety enough to get the statement out. "I'm pregnant."
"You're pregnant?" Bucky's eyes lit up and a grin spread across his face. You nodded your head in response. "Oh my god, I'm going to be a dad!"
"So you're not upset?" You cross-examined.
"Upset? You thought I would be upset?" He smiled. "I couldn't be happier."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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