It Started with a Cupcake

Best Friends and Secrets

"Buck..." Steve said warningly, "this isn't a joke right?" He asked, furrowing his brows and standing up and placing the baby boy in his play set so he wouldn't go anywhere. "Uh- Yeah, it is actually, big joke, sorry-" He said quickly, about to turn right back around before Steve caught him by the arm. He sent him a glare and Bucky looked more scared than he had in a very long time.

"Buck, come on, what's going on, no ones here." "Well, I've just been kind of nauseous and pukey which wouldn't set me off but I'm also really tired and everything hurts." Steve nodded softly and bit his lip, walking him into the bathroom and pulling out one of the old tests of his. "Here, you just, piss on it," "that's it?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, "yup, that's it." He assured him, patting his back and leaving to give him some privacy.

Bucky watched the door close and he looked at himself in the mirror, god he couldn't have a kid, maybe he could get rid of it. Well, he didn't even know if he was pregnant yet, shouldn't just jump to conclusions... He took a deep breath and relieved himself onto the little stick, putting the pink cap thing back on and waiting, and waiting, and waiting. He counted every single second and eventually something started to form, a small little pink plus sign. The sight made him want to throw up again but he held it down.

God, he was pregnant. This wasn't good. Him and Sam had only been going steady for five years. He was a whore, a filthy little slut who'll have a bast- "Buck? Is everything good?" Steve asked on the other side of the door. Bucky quickly rubbed his eyes, realizing he was crying and freaking out a little bit, breaking the pregnancy test in his fist and ripping the paper inside up to shreds before throwing it into the trash can. "Yeah I'm good," he opened up the door with a smile on his face, "it was negative, thank god." Steve nodded and sighed, giving him a small pat on the back.

Lying to his best friend put a bitter taste in his mouth, and he really didn't know if he could lie to Sam for too long. Steve sighed a little and went back to Sean in his little playpen. Gosh, Steve was so good with kids, every time he tried to play with one of the kids they'd freak out and cry. What was he going to do?

Eventually, it worked out. Bucky got sent on his first mission after years of clearance. It gave him a chance to get away from everyone, and at least not have people present during his panic over not getting his armor on tightly enough. The belts over his stomach kind of made him want to cry, which he totally could if he wanted to behind the goggles. He was out with Natasha and unfortunately Sam. This was going to be a blast.

They slept on the plane, Bucky unable to. He was far too worried to sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about the baby, if they were going to be okay throughout this, what if he got shot and they got hurt? Or he was knocked unconscious and Sam would find out? He took a deep breath and buried the thoughts deep down. He couldn't be concerned about the kid, that meant that he. Oh god. He wanted to keep them. He already loved them too much- no, not them, it. It was an it.

Bucky shook his head and leaned over, smiling at his little Hershey's kiss. It was a stupid nickname, and Sam accused him of trying to call him 'chocolate' to which Bucky didn't see a problem with and had to be carefully explained to why it wasn't a cute nickname. But Hershey's kiss stuck, for whatever reason, which led Bucky down another hole of thoughts.

This kid was going to be mixed, would they get teased? Would Sam get arrested? No, no, different times. 2018. 2018. They could totally marry, it'd be fine, the kid wouldn't be a bastard. Goddamn it, his brain really wanted to keep this kid. Bucky sighed and forced himself to fall asleep eventually, face childishly tucked underneath Sam's chin as he slept.

Sam woke up first, which was weird, but he didn't feel Bucky get into the bed until late. His hand was relaxed over his hip and he chuckled a little, pinching at the soft amount of fat there. His boyfriend wasn't a muscular skeleton anymore, for that he was grateful at least.