Red Room / 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 & 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

#6

I wanted to stall as long as I could. I didn't know how to tell James, but luck wasn't on my side. When I heard the door open I shoved the one of the test in my back jean pocket, and the other one in the garbage under everything. I walked out forgetting my tear stained face, and James saw before I could hide it.

He rushed over to me and cupped my face, wiping my tears with his thumbs. "What's wrong?" He looked so worried and he was so adorable worried. I wasn't sure how to tell him I was pregnant, let alone with his child.

"I—I... You wouldn't leave me, would you? No matter what?" I asked, my tears finally drying.

He looked at me confused. "I would never leave you. And either way, we also have our mission."

At the mention of the mission I burst out in tears. I didn't usually cry, and never in front of people. James was a rare exception. I felt comfortable around him. "I—I just... no matter what? Like anything?"

"To get me away from you Hydra would have to kill me."

I looked at him and he brought me over to sit on the mattress. "So, what do you want to tell me?" He asked sweetly.

I looked at him right in the eye and decided to get right to the point. "I'm pregnant." He froze at this and I grabbed his hand. "James, say something."

The biggest smile overtook his face. "That's wonderful!" He pulled me in for a long hug. "It's not the best time, but it is what it is." He whispered in my ear. I felt shivers run down my back. What was this man doing to me?

"Really? So you wanna keep it?" I asked curiously. Even if he didn't want to, I would. This was my only chance to have a child, and I wasn't going to lose it.

"Of course. With the Red Room and the graduation ceremony, this is your one chance."

I chuckled. "It's like you read my mind." I leaned back into his hug and we stayed there for a few minutes.

"How long have you known?" He asked. He looked like he dreaded the answer, thinking that I'd been hiding it for a while.

"A few minutes ago." I smiled at his softening eyes. It seemed like he could never stay mad at me. Even when I did something really stupid. I pulled the pregnancy test out of my back pocket and showed him.

"Well, it won't be easy, and we'll need to extend our mission... say that it's going to take a little longer than usual. And you'll have to stay out of harms way... oh! And we'll have to find someone to watch the little munchkin, because we can't bring it to the Red Room." He said softly.

I chuckled. "James, slow down. We still have months to figure it all out." He leaned in and pecked me on the lips.

"I know, but I really want this to turn out well... who knows what the Red Room would do if they found out." He pulled me onto his lap and put his face in my neck.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stayed like that for a little while, thinking. "James, we should send the baby to live in America. It would be safer than living over here." I said softly.

"I agree. I'm just a little scared now, because of what would happen if the Red Room found out." When he said that I tensed in his arms and he realized his mistake. "I—I mean... if they did come for us, I'd protect you. You don't need to worry," He covered quickly.

I chuckled and he smiled at me. I felt myself melt at his smile. In this moment, I didn't doubt my feelings. I knew I loved James with everything inside of me. I loved the way he moved while on a mission, I loved his smile, something I had barely seen at the beginning that had become something I saw on a daily basis. I'd never been in love before, but I knew that I loved this man. I loved the way his hair looked in the morning, the way his voice sounds when he first wakes up, I even loved his flaws, like when he got jealous, and overprotective. The way he'd leave his shirts in a pile on the floor in our shared bedroom. I loved that even if he knew I was strong and and could take care of myself, he'd treat me like I was a porcelain doll, ready to break if you dropped me. He always made sure I had enough sheets before we went to sleep, or enough room on my side of the bed. He even made sure I was comfortable with his metal arm, even if he couldn't change it. He came off strong and guarded, but when you got to know him he was a real gentleman.