Better For Me

.part three.

"Have you guys set a date yet?" You asked a very hungry Natasha, she looked up at you and nodded her head while swallowing the third piece of brownie she'd scoffed down her throat, you laughed at her,

"Don't laugh at me, it's the baby!" Steve came through from the hallway, he comes up behind her and kisses her on the shoulder after greeting you with a kiss on the cheek,

"Mrs. Romanoff-Rogers, please stop feeding my princess junk food."

"Hey, baby, she loves the taste, it's not me." You smiled at them both, although they were just talking to each other, warmth surrounded the room, it'd always been like that even before their relationship started,

"So, when's the date?" You asked as Natasha turned her attention back to you,

"We decided on the sixteenth of Feburary"

"Any particular reason why?"

"Well, eight is his lucky number and so is mine, eight plus eight is sixteen."

"You guys are really weird..." You laughed, taking a sip of your already cold tea, "Who even thinks of these things?"

"We do and your birthday has an eight in it! Look at us, you're about to be the godmother of my child and the maid of honour at my wedding? Eight is my lucky number."

"Coincidental, Nat, that's all it is." You laughed,

"You believe in star signs, that's stupid!"

"Natalia Romanova, star signs are real!" You exclaimed, following her trail as she went to go sit down in the lounge room. Turning on the tv, she started to watch 'Deadly Women', you leaned against the arch that faced the sofa and bit the skin beneath your cheeks, "They are real you know, it's true!"

"Uh-huh and how do you know for sure?"

"I know people."

"Yeah? Like who?" She turned to look at you and raised her eyebrow,

"Like, um..." You bit your lip, "Like Bucky." She turned to you, full body and smirked,

"So you know his birthday AND his star sign." You rolled your eyes and walked away, "No, no, no, come back here!"

"Whaaaat?"

"What's his star sign?" She kept raising and dropping her red haired brows, "C'monnnn, what is ittttt?"

"H-he's a Pisces."

"And you are?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Y/NNNNN!" She dragged out your name, wanting you to admit defeat. She took out her phone and started typing,

"Fine, I'm a Libra, Jesus, we're not compatible so don't expect anything."

"Oh I'm expecting, it says here you guys could-"

"Ew, god, no!" You put your cup in the sink and washed it out, tipping it on the rack,

"But you guys would be such a cute couple!"

"I want to punch his fucking face all the goddamn time, yeah, such a cute couple."

"If you guys could just-"

"If you say the words 'make up and get along', I'm going to drown myself." She started to laugh but it faded quickly,

"Speak of the devil." Bucky brought grocery bags on the bench top and kissed Natasha on the forehead, rubbing her tummy, whispering 'don't let the ugly lady be your godmother, I'm the better god-whatever',