Bucky tells Steve that heâs 12 weeks pregnant with Capâs baby
Warning for non-explicit mpreg and a/b/o!
Steveâs making chili for his third lunch of the day when Bucky lets himself into the apartment. The recipe calls for âcumin to tasteâ but Steve isnât sure about this stuff. It smells a little weird, but he just bought it.
âHey,â Steve says, frowning at the bottle and looking for a date. âDo you know what cumin is supposed to smell like?â
âDid you just buy that?â Bucky asks.
âYeah.â
âItâs supposed to smell like that. Tastes good, trust me.â
âHuh.â Steve shrugs and sprinkles a little bit into the pot. âWhy are they constantly telling me to add salt and pepper?â
Bucky snorts. âBecause not everyone is a poor Irish kid from the Depression. They help bring out the flavor when you add a new ingredient.â
âLook at you,â Steve says. âAll domestic.â
Bucky hops up onto the counter. âYeah. Samâs been good for that.â
Thereâs 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. Heâs not wearing his arm today, wrapped in one of Samâs sweaters.
âEverything okay?â Steve asks. Bucky doesnât answer. âBuck?â
âHuh?â Bucky gives him a deer-in-headlights look.Â
âIs everything okay? With you and Sam?â
âYeah!â He sits up straighter, swallows once. âYeah, weâre good. Fine.â He looks down at his hand, worrying at a hole in the knee of his jeans. âItâs just, uhâŚâ
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, âWhat, Bucky? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
He steps across the kitchen, not too close because Bucky sometimes has touch issues when heâs really worked up about something but Steve hasnât seen Bucky look like this in a while. Bucky actually leans into it a little, so Steve steps closer, bringing his hands up to Buckyâs shoulders. Bucky finally looks up, eyes a little wet.
âIâm pregnant,â Bucky says, and his voice cracks and he buries his face in Steveâs 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, Buckyâs usual woody omega scent overlaid with something sweet. Itâs nice. Steve inhales more deeply without really thinking, and Bucky chuckles wetly, leaning back a little.
âThat bad, huh?â he says.
Steve doesnât move away. âBucky, thatâs great. I mean - you wanted kids. Do you still?â
âYeah,â Bucky says almost immediately. âBut Iâm scared.â
Steve nods. âUnderstandable. Youâre gonna be a great dad, though. Have you told Sam?â
Bucky shakes his head. âHeâs off doing Captain America business in Nepal. Fighting sex traffickers. I didnât want to distract him.â
Steve rolls his eyes a little. âHeâs gonna be thrilled. He would want you to tell him.â Bucky sighs, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Steve chuckles a little and pulls him into another hug. âHeâs gonna be home soon, and heâs gonna be so happy he wonât even be mad that you didnât tell him right away, and then heâs gonna spoil the shit out of you. And in nine months, youâll be great parents and me and Nat will spoil the shit out of our godchild.â
Bucky snorts. âYou better watch your fucking language if youâre gonna be a godparent, Steven. Children are very impressionable.â
âI know,â Steve says. âI canât wait to see what terrible things I can teach them.â














