bucky barnes imagines

xxii. PREGNANT (three)

A/N – I was thinking of maybe doing an epilogue for this? Let me know if you would want that because I'm not sure yet.

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"So..."

There was a long pause as you attempted to find something to say. But, as it turned out, you weren't the one to speak first.

"I'm sorry, doll. I'm so sorry."

You looked up in surprise, being met with Bucky's pleading gaze, his eyes glassy with tears that gradually escaped, running down his face.

"I swear, I didn't mean to react like that. I'm not that careless, Y/N, I know you want a family and I want that too, doll, more than anything. I just... what if I hurt them? God, I would never forgive myself."

Bucky's voice cracked and he shook his head lightly, trying to compose himself before continuing.

"But you were right. I can't keep making it all about me and I'm so sorry that I didn't even consider that maybe it's time for me to let it go... it's just so difficult, y'know? I'm trying, but it's... it's not enough."

He sat on the edge of the bed, resting his head in his hands. For the first time, it struck you that your harsh words about Bucky being selfish had affected him more than you'd initially realised.

You slowly walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay... it's okay. I'm sorry."

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes; the only noises being Bucky's quiet sniffling and your occasional comforting whispers. You told him how much you'd missed him while you were gone, making sure to remind him that you loved him.

After a while, you removed your head from Bucky's shoulder before gently tilting his chin up so he would make eye contact with you.

"Listen," you began, speaking softly but firmly, "everything I said to you the other day, about you being self-centred or whatever... that's not true, not at all. I know things have never been easy for you and I understand that it's difficult to get over the stuff that happened, but believe me when I say this: the Bucky that I know, James Buchanan Barnes, the man that I love more than anything in this world, he would never hurt anybody, by accident or on purpose."

As if to prove your point, you leaned across and intertwined your fingers with Bucky's metal ones. At first, you felt his body tense, just as it always did whenever somebody touched his prosthetic arm, but he relaxed as you lovingly kissed him, savouring the feeling of your lips moving slowly against his.

By the time you pulled away, you were both breathless, smiling shyly at each other.

"So... we're doing this? We're gonna be parents?"

"We're gonna be parents, Buck."