Diamond Juncture {one shots}

Bun in the Oven

prompt: Lucy finds out she's pregnant (based on a dream I had the other night)

Being married is a wonderful feeling. You've met someone you're comfortable spending your whole life with, a best friend until the very end. I've now been married a month, and it has been the best month of my life. Of course, the conditions I was married under weren't ideal, I didn't get my white dress or rose bouquet, but that's ok. I married the one person who makes me feel less like a threat and more like a queen.

Now, a month later, I'm sitting on the bathroom floor throwing up and hoping my husband doesn't walk in. I told Steve last night that we probably shouldn't eat at the sketchy Mexican restaurant, but he insisted that it would be "ok", and that he "had been here doezens of times with no issues". I lay down on the cool tile to wait for the nausea to pass. I should probably go to the infirmary. Nurse Sara is definitely going to laugh at me, but at least she can help me feel better.

I take a deep breath and push myself off the floor of the bathroom. My blonde hair is in a sloppy bun, and I'm still in my old pajamas, but I don't care. Everyone around this base has seen me look much worse. I brush my teeth to get rid of the burrito taste in my mouth before plodding my way out of the bathroom and into Steve and I's shared room. He's sitting on the edge of the bed tying his shoes.

"Good morning, Mrs. Rogers." He smiles at me.
"Good morning, Mr. Rogers." I give him a small smile back, but he can tell I'm not quite in a good mood.
"Everything alright?" Steve asks, concern in his voice.
"Yeah, just a little under the weather. Probably the burrito I ate last night. I'm going to go see Sara, so it's not a big deal. See you later, ok? I love you."

He stands and kisses me on the forehead. "I love you too."

I feel a little better as I walk to the infirmary, but definitely not 100%. Last time I let Steve pick the restaurant for date night, that's for sure.

The door to the infirmary is open, and Sara is at her desk tapping away on her computer. The nurse is short, maybe 5'1" at most, so she always has her chair extended as high as it can go in order to see over the top of the large wood counter.

"Hiya Lucy! What can I do ya for?" Sara asks as she sees me walk through the door. She hops down from her chair and strides her way toward me, blue scrubs making a 'swish' noise as her legs move.

"I've been sick to my stomach all morning, think it's food poisoning, but I thought I'd come down here to get checked out anyway."

"That's probably a good plan. You guys were part of the relief team in Aleppo last week, weren't you?" I nod. "Why don't you come back with me and we'll just do a simple blood test to make sure it's not something more serious that you could've picked up while you were there." She motions for me to follow her into one of the small examination rooms.

She pays the paper-lined table for me to sit on and eyes me up and down before speaking: "So, besides throwing up, what other symptoms have you had?"

"Just some light headedness. Again, it's probably just the burrito I ate last night. Steve insisted we go to that damn restaurant, and I guess only super-soldier stomachs can handle it."

Sara chuckles lightly. She quickly gives me a once over before pulling out the necessary equipment to take some of my blood. She's the only one I would trust with this, along with Dr. Banner. I don't do needles, and being the human incarnation of time means my blood looks a little funny, so Sara and Bruce are pretty much it in terms of medical advice for me.

I wince as I feel the needle enter my arm. Sara smiles again. "Do you find enjoyment out of other people's pain?" I ask jokingly.

"Yeah. Why do you think I became a nurse?" She replied cheekily as she finishes up.