Bucky tells Steve that he’s 12 weeks pregnant with Cap’s baby
Warning for non-explicit mpreg and a/b/o!
Steve’s making chili for his third lunch of the day when Bucky lets himself into the apartment. The recipe calls for “cumin to taste” but Steve isn’t sure about this stuff. It smells a little weird, but he just bought it.
“Hey,” Steve says, frowning at the bottle and looking for a date. “Do you know what cumin is supposed to smell like?”
“Did you just buy that?” Bucky asks.
“Yeah.”
“It’s supposed to smell like that. Tastes good, trust me.”
“Huh.” Steve shrugs and sprinkles a little bit into the pot. “Why are they constantly telling me to add salt and pepper?”
Bucky snorts. “Because not everyone is a poor Irish kid from the Depression. They help bring out the flavor when you add a new ingredient.“
“Look at you,” Steve says. “All domestic.”
Bucky hops up onto the counter. “Yeah. Sam’s been good for that.”
There’s something in his voice that makes Steve glance at him with a little frown, then turn to face him. Bucky is staring at the floor between his knees, a little line between his brows. He’s not wearing his arm today, wrapped in one of Sam’s sweaters.
“Everything okay?” Steve asks. Bucky doesn’t answer. “Buck?”
“Huh?” Bucky gives him a deer-in-headlights look.
“Is everything okay? With you and Sam?”
“Yeah!” He sits up straighter, swallows once. “Yeah, we’re good. Fine.” He looks down at his hand, worrying at a hole in the knee of his jeans. “It’s just, uh…”
He trails off. Steve stares, looking him over. He looks fine, but the chili is too strong for him to smell anything. Damn cumin. After a moment of tense silence Steve blurts, “What, Bucky? What’s wrong?”
He steps across the kitchen, not too close because Bucky sometimes has touch issues when he’s really worked up about something but Steve hasn’t seen Bucky look like this in a while. Bucky actually leans into it a little, so Steve steps closer, bringing his hands up to Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky finally looks up, eyes a little wet.
“I’m pregnant,” Bucky says, and his voice cracks and he buries his face in Steve’s neck.
Steve just stands there for a moment, stunned, before he remembers to wrap Bucky in his arms and pull him in closer. Bucky shakes, mostly quiet, and Steve takes the moment to smell him gently behind the ear. Definitely different, Bucky’s usual woody omega scent overlaid with something sweet. It’s nice. Steve inhales more deeply without really thinking, and Bucky chuckles wetly, leaning back a little.
“That bad, huh?” he says.
Steve doesn’t move away. “Bucky, that’s great. I mean - you wanted kids. Do you still?”
“Yeah,” Bucky says almost immediately. “But I’m scared.”
Steve nods. “Understandable. You’re gonna be a great dad, though. Have you told Sam?”
Bucky shakes his head. “He’s off doing Captain America business in Nepal. Fighting sex traffickers. I didn’t want to distract him.”
Steve rolls his eyes a little. “He’s gonna be thrilled. He would want you to tell him.” Bucky sighs, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Steve chuckles a little and pulls him into another hug. “He’s gonna be home soon, and he’s gonna be so happy he won’t even be mad that you didn’t tell him right away, and then he’s gonna spoil the shit out of you. And in nine months, you’ll be great parents and me and Nat will spoil the shit out of our godchild.”
Bucky snorts. “You better watch your fucking language if you’re gonna be a godparent, Steven. Children are very impressionable.”
“I know,” Steve says. “I can’t wait to see what terrible things I can teach them.”

















