The Baby Diaries ➳ Bucky Barnes

➳ welcome to my little headcanon series; The Baby Diaries. here is where I’ll create headcanons for pregnancy/delivery/raising kids featuring some of the people i write about. if you have any ideas you want to see in this series as headcanons, send me an ask! i’d love to incorporate your ideas into it! :) until then, have fun reading & i hope you enjoy! I’m so excited

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➳ Finding Out

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➳ It started right after your and Bucky’s honeymoon. You hadn’t been feeling well. Constantly fatigued, with no energy whatsoever, you were lucky if you kept water down. Bucky was of course worried.He had taken care of you the entire weekend, even going as far as skipping out on training and work so he could take care of you. He was holding you when you desired to be cuddled, using a cold compress for your neck to try and bring down nausea, and ensuring you were kept hydrated. 

➳ “Bucky, am I dying?” You had asked him after you finished throwing up for what seemed like the millionth time. Bucky’s blue orbs pooled in yours as he worked to wipe away the bead of sweat that was collecting on your forehead. “No, Doll, I don’t think you’re dying,”He sighed, rubbing comforting circles into the muscles of your shoulders that throbbed from the number of times you had thrown up. “Should we go see a doctor?” He asked you in all seriousness. 

➳ Well, rather than seeing a doctor in the hospital,you went to Bruce Banner. “Bruce, please, what could it be?” You asked him as you hopped up onto the exam table in the medical bay. Peering at you through his glasses, he chewed on his bottom lip. “What are your symptoms again?” He asked. You listed nausea, fatigue, mood swings, and a few others. Bruce sat there with his arms crossed, trying his hardest to fight off the smile. He knew that you and Bucky were freshly married and had returned a few weeks ago from your honeymoon. 

➳ “This is a personal question… Oh, I’ll just say it. Y/N, it sounds like you may be pregnant,”Bruce concluded. You swore Bucky turned fifty shades of green.He stopped blinking, his hand reaching for yours. “Pregnant?” Bucky repeated the revelation. Bruce glanced between you and Bucky, trying his hardest not to laugh at your husband’s apparent look of shock.He nodded his head. “I can do a few more tests to see?” He suggested to which you quickly nodded your head. Once Bruce had conducted some, he said that the results would be back within a few minutes. During that time, Bucky finally spoke. 

➳ “Doll, could you really be pregnant?” He asked. You smiled, rubbing your fingers over his flesh knuckles. “Honestly, it would explain a lot,” You sighed. Bucky gulped, knowing that you were correct. The sickness, the wave of emotions, the reason you squeaked when he grabbed you from behind and touched your breasts. He thought he had broken you for a split second until you informed him they just hurt.“If I am pregnant – are you okay?” You slowly turned your eyes up to him. He quickly looked down to meet your eyes, a soft smile erupting. “Of course, I will be…” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. 

➳ It felt like a solid eternity before Bruce returned wearing a smile, hands folded in front of his body. “Congratulations, you are pregnant.” He announced. Drawing in a gasp, your hand flew up to cover your mouth. Bucky’s jaw was unhinged. Even though he had already confirmed it in his head, actually hearing it be said was an entirely different story. Your hand moved to rest on Bucky’s thigh as you slowly turned your eyes over to meet his gaze. “Bucky, did you hear that? We’re…Pregnant,”You whispered. Bucky’s head lolled over to meet your eyes. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Bruce smiled, leaving the two of you alone to soak in the news.

➳ Later on that night as you two were settled in for bed, Bucky had his head in your lap. “Doll, I’ve wanted to start a family with you – I just wasn’t expecting it to be this soon,”He laughed, picking up your hand. You giggled in response, raking your fingers through his dark brown locks. His eyes were zeroed in on your belly, his hand slowly shifting your t-shirt up so he could see your belly that would soon grow with a bump. “I know you can’t hear me yet, but I love you so much already.” He whispered, leaning forward to press his lips to your stomach. You knew you married a good man.

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