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It sounds really stupid but while you knew labour was going to be hard, you didn’t think it would be this hard. You didn’t really want to admit it but that initial excitement you felt when your water had first broke had worn off by this point, nerves starting to take over. You had just been pottering around your kitchen, making a grocery list while rubbing your aching bump, the skin pulled so taught you worried you might burst. ‘Bump’ was maybe the wrong word. This was more like a beachball tucked under your dress at this point, your due date was three days ago and honestly, you were ready to get the little one out of you. You hadn’t had a full nights sleep in over a month, your tummy becoming too heavy and uncomfortable for you to be able to fully relax. You woke every few hours, tossing and turning, just hoping to get some relief from your child that was going to be a kick-boxer when they were older by the way they were battering your organs from the inside.

But when your water had broke onto the tiles of the kitchen floor, you weren’t quite sure what to do, pulling up one of dining chairs and taking a seat, taking a deep breath to combat the discomfort of the pressure in your abdomen. When the dull ache subsided, that’s when it really hit you. You could remember the way Bucky came running when you had called and the look on his face when he saw you wincing, gripping the kitchen table so hard your knuckles were turning white, the telltale puddle on the floor made him gasp excitedly, figuring out what was going on before you had a chance to tell him.

“You okay? You need anything? Does it hurt yet? Do we need to go to the hospital?” The questions were just tumbling from his mouth, the concern so evident on his face. He’d been to every appointment, every scan, every parenting class and read every book. He knew the answers to all those questions but clearly the excitement was taking over now.

“No, can’t go to the hospital yet, they won’t take me if I’m not dilated enough.” You winced, the discomfort starting to subside. “Where’s the yoga ball honey?” You asked, rubbing your tight tummy, trying to soothe yourself as much as the child inside you. Bucky ran off to get it then helped you up and guided you over on top of it. You bounced and rolled your hips for what felt like hours, Bucky on his knees behind you, hands on your tummy, trying to get the baby down into a better position. The contractions gradually got more frequent and the pain more intense, Bucky doing his absolute best to soothe you through them.

“We should go toots, they should be able to take you now.” Bucky reasoned, just keen to get you in the hands of someone medically trained.

“I might not be far enough along yet but we can try.” You agreed, pulling yourself up off the ball.

“They’ll take you, believe me. Your husband is the Winter Solider after all. That’s the Winter Soldier’s baby.” You couldn’t help but laugh, you hadn’t really thought of it like that. Bucky was absolutely certain that as soon as he flashed the nurses one of those famous brooding glares, his wife wouldn’t be turned away.

So with that, Bucky grabbed the hospital bag, secured the car seat for the baby and the pair of you left your home.

“Next time we go back in through that door, there will be three of us.” He mused happily, taking a second to stare at the door before starting the car. You couldn’t help but pull him into a loving kiss, one that made his heart flutter in his chest, thinking about how he could never have expected a life this perfect.

“C’mon, let’s go have this baby.” You smiled happily, hand resting on your tummy, knowing that soon enough, it would be vacant.

That wholesome morning felt so long ago now though, pain shooting through your tummy to somewhere deep inside you. The hospital had taken you right away, all the paperwork hastily filled out so you could get to a room that smelled so strongly of disinfectant. You had only been three centimetres dilated when you had come in but now you were up to eight, approaching nine and you were very much aware it was almost go-time. Bucky had been by your side the whole time, coaching you through every painful contraction, holding your hand, kissing your shoulders, reminding you how proud of you he was.

“We are never having another baby.” You hissed through gritted teeth as a particularly painful contraction took hold, convinced even his metal fingers might bend with the way you were gripping them.

“This was your idea! You’re the one who suggested that trip to Italy.” He reminded you, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead, letting you pant your way through the pain. He was right in all fairness but carrying the blame didn’t make you feel any better so you decided to continue blaming him instead. Thankfully though, your doctor came in at that moment and cut short all chat about what had went on in Italy around nine months ago.

The pain was all consuming. You had decided against an epidural so you puffed on as much gas and air as you could, letting the woozy feeling go to your head and distract you from the pain as much as possible. For the most part, you were very proud that you had managed to keep relatively quiet compared to some of the other ladies, managing to only groan your way through the contractions, rather than scream.

“Okay Mrs Barnes, we’re going to check on baby again, alright?” Your doctor smiled warmly, noticing how your contractions seemed to have strengthened more than you had even thought possible. You could only nod, the plastic end of the gas tube between your teeth. You didn’t focus on where the doctor’s hand went or what she did, just on the excited look on your husband’s sleepy face, the realisation hitting him that your child was almost here.

“Oh wow Mrs Barnes, you’re there, full ten centimetres. I’ll get the nurses and we should have this little one out soon.” You nodded to your doctor, groaning lowly through gritted teeth as she left the room.

“Holy shit, we’re gonna be parents. We’re gonna meet baby Barnes soon. Shit doll.” Bucky whispered excitedly, a hand running through his hair. You could see his face display everything he was feeling, he was nervous and tired but so damn ready to be a father.

“Our last hour as a family of two.” You whispered, letting him pull you into a tender kiss, his flesh hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you close now that your contraction had subsided.

“I love you so much, you know that? Never thought I’d be married nevermind sittin’ in a hospital, waitin’ on my baby.” His voice was so hushed and sincere, tears prickling his eyes and that’s when you knew he’d cry meeting his baby for the first time, despite how much he had argued in the past nine months that he wouldn’t.

“I love you too honey, you’re gonna be the best dad, I just know it.” You offered warmly, trying not to let the pain distract you from such a sweet moment with your husband.

“Just can’t wait to see you as a mom.” He admitted softly, blue eyes shining with joy at the thought of you both teaching your little one how to talk and read and ride a bike.

“We have so much happiness ahead of us sweetheart.” You smiled quietly, squeezing his hand as another wave of pain washed over your body, the gas and air tube finding its way back up to your lips. Before you knew it, your room was full of a couple of nurses, a med student and your doctor, all trying to coach you through your labour, your feet suspended in the cold metal stirrups.

“Okay Mrs Barnes, baby is ready when you are. You’re gonna feel some pressure and you’ll get an urge to push so just do whatever feels right.” Your doctor who was usually so softly spoken was now almost having to shout over your cries, sobs wracking your body as the pain became unbearable.

“Doin’ amazing honey, ‘m so proud of you, baby’s nearly here.” Bucky encouraged quietly, gripping your hand for dear life. You squealed and yelled, your body telling you that you needed to get this baby out, the pressure building so quickly in your pelvis. You did your best to control your breathing while still pushing as hard as you could. Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes away from your sweaty face, wondering how on earth he could ever fall more in love with you after this moment. You were bringing his baby into the world, his heart was absolutely wrenching in his chest at the memory of everything you had done for him and all the sacrifices you had made to get to this point.

“Here’s baby’s head! Doing great Mrs Barnes, keep going.” Your doctor smiled warmly. Your whole lower body felt like it was on fire, feet digging into the stirrups, tears staining your cheeks as your child began to make an appearance.

“Perfect, head is out nicely. Take a minute to breathe Mrs Barnes, you’re nearly there.” One of the nurses cooed. You sucked in deep, steadying gulps of air, thankful for the second to catch your breath and compose yourself a little.

“Just one push left baby, then it’s all over. You’re absolutely amazing, you know that? Love you so much.” Bucky whispered against your hair, pressing kisses to your cheeks. He was already a bit of a shaky mess, unable to think of anything but meeting his child for the first time. The nurse closest to you couldn’t help but smile to herself at how sweet he was, getting to witness such an intimate moment between new parents truly was one of the best parts of such a difficult job. Your body told you to push again and you squealed out, gripping Bucky’s hand, nails digging in as you wailed in pain. Before you knew it, baby’s shoulders were out and then the rest followed very quickly. It didn’t take long for a cry to erupt from your little one, Bucky letting out a relieved gasp at the sound. Your head flopped back onto the pillow while the nurses worked away, trying to get the little one dried and clamped to get the cord cut.

“You did it sweetheart.” Bucky whispered, stroking your hair with all the tenderness he could muster.

“Congratulations mom and dad! You’ve got a little boy!” Your doctor’s words had Bucky crumbling, tears welling up in his eyes.

“A boy, oh my god, I have a son.” He whispered, mostly to himself, trying desperately to blink back the tears before they spilled over his cheeks. The little bundle of blankets screamed and yelled as he was placed onto your chest, your arms surrounding him instinctively. You were exhausted but you didn’t even want to blink if it meant tearing your eyes from that little baby’s face.

“Hi honey! Hi! I’m your mom!” You cooed quietly, trying to take in every feature of his face all at once. Ten little fingers and ten little toes, a head covered in dark hair and an angry face at being removed from the comfort of your body so suddenly. After a while, his cries subsided, a content silence falling over the room as the nurses filled out their paperwork.

“Dad, would you like to cut the cord?” The nurse asked, knowing Bucky had been very keen to avoid ‘the business end’, preferring instead to hover by your head. He nodded nonetheless, the nurse taking your son from your chest so they had better access to the umbilical cord. Bucky took the sterile scissors in his flesh hand, trying to stop it from trembling as he reached over and snipped the cord before letting the nurses tend what was left, taking the baby off to weigh him quickly and clean him up.

“We ready for some skin on skin mom?” Your doctor asked, the nurses and med student congratulating you both before filtering out. You pulled your gown to the side, letting her slot the baby in on top of your bare chest. His little hands were balled up into fists, eyes closed, breathing regular and content within a minute of being placed on you. Your hand rested on his bottom, supporting him, your lips pressed to the top of his head.

“He has your hair, look how dark it is.” You beamed proudly, kissing the fluffy head gently. “He got your eyes too, he’s like a mini copy of you.” You teased, noting Bucky’s heartbreakingly genuine proud smile.

“I think Ollie suits him well, he looks like a little Oliver.” Bucky mused. You had a list of names that you had both been working on but you knew Ollie was your favourite if you had a boy, depending on whether or not the baby looked like an Ollie when he came out.

“You’re right, he’s absolutely an Ollie.” You agreed, rubbing a hand up and down his little back.

“He’s so small. Tiny little Ollie Barnes.” Bucky was obsessed with this child already, knowing you had just given Bucky a new best friend was melting your heart.

“He’s a big baby hun, he was nearly 8 pounds. But you haven’t even had a cuddle yet.” You laughed, realising you had absolutely hogged the baby since he had been born. Bucky pulled his shirt off, lifting the little boy so carefully off you with his flesh hand and placing him flat against his own chest.

“Hey buddy!” He whispered as the baby began to stir, clearly not happy at being pulled from his comfy spot with his mom. Bucky shifted uncomfortably, hating that the baby was almost touching where the metal melded with his flesh, positioning him more in the centre of his chest. He only let his flesh hand hold the little one, metal hand never coming close to him.

“Happy birthday kiddo! Big day, huh? Bet you weren’t expecting all this fuss were you? But hey, didn’t your mom do great? She’s superwoman you know. She does everythin’ for us. I’d be lost without her. You’ve no idea how loved you are, kid. You’re gonna do so many amazin’ things in your life, I just know it. Gonna make your old man so proud, hell, I’m proud of you already.” You had to pretend to scowl at Bucky for swearing around your baby but your chest ached at the sight of them together.

“You’re so loved, you know that? Your grandma and grampa Barnes would’ve doted on you. I’ll tell you bout them some day. God you’re so small, stay this way forever would you? Some day you’ll be bigger than me, just know it. No matter what, your dad’s gonna be there for you. You’re gonna break so many hearts, can just tell.” Words we’re just spilling from his lips, his flesh hand stroking his son’s back gently.

“Never in my life did I think I’d have this.” Bucky whispered, looking over at you now. You took his metal hand in one of yours, giving it a tight reassuring squeeze. The tears in his eyes were back with a vengeance, spilling before he even had a chance to stop them. Little quiet happy sobs wrecked his body, clutching tightly to the sweet little sleeping baby in his arms.

“You deserve this Bucky. Gonna, be such an amazing father, I know you are.” You mumbled, knowing he was struggling a little.

“He’s just perfect. I’d do anything for you two, you know that right? God, I have a family, like an actual family I have my own wife and a son. This kid is half you, half me. Couldn’t even have dreamt of a life like this when I was in Wakanda.” It was almost like it still hadn’t sank in that this baby was his up until now. Little Ollie looked even tinier in Bucky’s huge hand than he had in yours and you couldn’t help but hope that somehow that little boy understood how true his dad’s words were.

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Two quick taps on the door dragged your attention away from the crib and your son asleep inside it. The doctor had left you to get some rest but neither you nor Bucky could tear yourselves away from your little baby sleeping soundly in his hand knitted hat. The door opened and Sam tiptoed inside with the most excited look on his face and the biggest bunch of flowers you’d ever seen.

“Hey Uncle Sam!” You whispered, careful not to wake Ollie, a huge grin taking over his face upon hearing his new title.

“Niece or nephew?” He beamed, making his way over to your bedside.

“Nephew. You wanna meet little Oliver Grant Barnes?” Bucky’s proud smile was infectious as you scooped the baby out of the crib, rocking him gently before turning so Sam could see him.

“Oh kid, I’m so sorry, you look exactly like your dad. Let’s hope you’ve got your mom’s brains.” Sam joked softly, giving Bucky a tight hug, both of them laughing happily. Sam handed the flowers over to Bucky before leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“How are you feeling mom?” Sam asked

“Tired. Sore.” You admitted with a little laugh. Both you and Ollie were healthy and well so you couldn’t really have asked for a better delivery but that didn’t stop you from hurting all the same.

“I don’t doubt it, couldn’t have been easy.” Sam agreed, reaching forward and scooping the baby from your arms so he could get a cuddle. Bucky offered Sam his seat, joining you on the bed, kissing your shoulder lovingly as he watched Sam nurse your son for the first time.

“Actually, there was something we wanted to ask you.” You smiled softly, giving Bucky’s flesh hand a squeeze.

“Oh yeah?” Sam smiled, not even looking up from the bundle in his arms.

“Would you be Ollie’s Godfather?” Bucky quizzed, laughing at how that got Sam’s attention.

“Um, yes? Are you serious? Of course!” You couldn’t ever remember seeing Sam this excited before. “Oh kid, I’m gonna tell you so many stories about your mom and dad when you’re older. You won’t believe what your dad and I did this one time in Prague –“ Sam began but was cut short by a loud warning cough from Bucky.

“We’ll maybe keep that one a secret for a few more years.” Sam laughed, bouncing your baby gently in his arms.

Sam didn’t stay too long, heading off soon after his cuddle to let you have some time as a family.

“Just can’t believe he’s all ours.” You had sighed, watching as your son had his first feed, his eyes bright and excited, looking straight at you.

“I know what you mean, he feels too perfect to be real.” Bucky hadn’t left your side after Sam had left, choosing instead to wrap his arms around you, both of you cuddling and watching Ollie who had since woken up in a terribly bad mood from hunger. He was contented now though, thankfully.

“God I’ve never been more in love with you, you know that?” Bucky’s heart ached as the words left his lips, stroking up and down both of your arms as you supported your baby.

“I love you too Buck.” You smiled, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

“No, I mean it. You’ve given me the best life I ever could’ve wished for and you’ve made me feel like I deserve it, even after everything. You’re an angel.” Bucky whispered sincerely, his words punching you in the chest.

“Of course you deserve it, you’re a good man Bucky.” You smiled, leaning into his touch just a little more. The quiet sounds of your baby suckling broke the content silence that fell over the two of you. While Bucky didn’t always feel like he had earned this life, he couldn’t deny the fact he was endlessly grateful for it and he would do anything to protect his little family.

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You knew that would do nothing to calm your husband. Ever since you had discovered that you were pregnant he had been nothing but overprotective- not allowing you to go on missions anymore, making sure you didn’t carry anything, even getting up whenever you needed something so you could sit and “rest” in bed.

You understood why he was protective- he had lost everything. To be able to start a family with you was something he had almost never dreamed possible, but as the future was now in front of him he would do whatever it took to protect those he loved- even by doing things as minuscule as making sure you didn’t assist him and the other members of your team carry boxes to the UHaul.

“Both of you need to relax.” Sam said, laying his hands on both of your shoulders. “Buck, you need to chill out man- this bag has like one t-shirt in it. And you,” He said, turning to face you. “You’re the luckiest woman on the planet right now. You have the Avengers helping you move. I know you want to help, but we’ve got this handled and I think you’re going to give your man a heart attack if you keep picking up stuff. Let us handle it, Y/n.”

Listening to Sam’s words, you sighed, nodding your head.

“Okay.” You begrudgingly agreed. “But, I’m going to stay out here and watch. I don’t need you boys breaking anything.”

“What do you think I’m here for?” You heard Natasha call from the truck, hopping out the back. “If it weren’t for me, they would have put guns with the china.”

“I know, Nat.” You said aloud, making your way over to the chair by the pile of boxes. “Just let me feel useful.”

Standing by your side, your husband rested his hand on your lower back, taking one of your hands in his as he helped lower you into the seat. Once you were comfortably positioned, you turned to face him as he kneeled by your side.

“Why can’t you just sit back and let us handle it, doll?” Bucky asked, his face softening.

Staring ahead at Nat, Sam and Steve picking up boxes, you shook your head and sighed.

“I just want to feel useful, Buck.” You said. “Eight months ago I was with the rest of you kicking ass and now I just sit at the Compound all day. I know that I still help from here sometimes, but I can’t even reach for a mug off of the top shelf without asking for help, Buck. I just feel so useless sometimes-”

Squeezing your hand tighter, your husband adamantly shook his head.

“Y/n, if anything I’m the useless one.” Bucky said. “Why do you think I won't let you do stupid stuff like grab your phone off of the dresser when you’re in bed? You’re already doing everything, doll. You’ve been carrying our kid for seven months and taking care of not just them, but me and the whole team too. I just want you to let me take care of you, okay? I’m serious. I think I’ll cry right now if you call yourself useless again, Y/n, and you know I’m an ugly crier- so watch it.”

Feeling tears brim in your own eyes, you laughed, wiping them away.

“You are an ugly crier.”

Not being able to help the laugh that escaped his mouth, your husband pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss against your skin.

“You weren’t supposed to agree, doll.”

“I’m your pregnant wife, Buck. Not a liar.” You joked, gently patting the side of his face. “Now go help Sam carry our dresser. I’ll be okay.”

Nodding, the hint of a smile not leaving his face, Bucky let go of your hand, pushing himself to his feet. Brushing off his jeans, he shot you one last grin before making his way back over towards the team.

“Alright,” He announced, clapping. “Let’s hurry this up. We got a nursery to paint.”

It was a beautiful and sunny day out. Bucky had been such a gentleman in taking you to one of the local parks for a picnic date. The spot he had found for the two of you was shielded off from the park's central area.

“Wow. This place is so beautiful, Bucky.” You were in complete awe of the cozy and secluded space of greenery.

“Only the best for my girl.”

A blanket and a straw basket were laid out on the grass to sit on and enjoy the delicious food, drinks, and sweets the two of you brought along. The small speaker you had taken as well had soft music playing from it, making the atmosphere that much more enjoyable.

Since the weather was warm, a flowy dress was decorating your body while Bucky wore light clothing as well, shorts and a white t-shirt.

Laughs and conversations flowed easily between you two, as they always did. Both of you could talk together for hours if you had the chance.

You went from sitting to lying down on your sides, elbows holding the weight up, so it was easy to look at one another. His flesh hand kept a grip on your exposed thigh at all times. Faces were inches apart as kisses were shared here and there in between speaking.

“I want to ask you something, doll.”

The tone of voice got more serious than it was just a second ago. What importance did he have to ask of you?

“What is it, Bucky?”

His hand patted the pocket of his shorts, relief on his face when he felt something in there. He reached inside and out he pulled a ring, a gorgeous ring. He held it up for you to see.

Your eyes widened when it clicked for you where this was most likely going. Your heart started hammering against your chest in excitement. His blue eyes sparkled with nothing but love as he was met with your slight wet ones.

“Beautiful, isn't it? It was my mother's. I know she would love for you to have it.”

A gasp left your lips as you admired the shiny ring for a while before Bucky began his speech.

“You've made me the luckiest when I met you, darling. You make me a better man, you make me happy, and I can't thank you enough for loving me despite my many past and present flaws. I could go on and on about how much you mean to me and how much I love you, but then we would spend all of the day and night here in this very spot. I promise I will love you forever and give you all my love I have to offer. Will you make me the happiest and become my wife?”

By now, tears of joy were streaming down your cheeks at his proposal speech. Your hand was held over your mouth to keep the light sobs at bay.

“Yes, James! Yes! A million times, yes.”

He was grinning from ear to ear; a quick kiss was left on your lips before he put the ring on your finger.

“It's beautiful. Thank you, James. It means so much to me that you are giving me such a valuable heirloom for me to wear.”

“Only the best and most beautiful ring for my girl to wear.”

He pinned you on your back so he could find his place on top. His lips found yours as he gave you his sweetest kiss to seal the deal of future marriage.

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