She can’t help it. It’s not her fault.
It had been like a mantra ever since the pregnancy had started affecting Connie this way. Bucky had known it wouldn’t be smooth sailing, he’d known things would get difficult. His Ma had told him what to expect, and he’d been reading up on as much stuff as he could. So, he’d been trying to be as understanding and patient as possible but. He was only human.
He pinched his nose between his fingers, letting out a forceful sigh, turning away from her. They’d both been short with each other, and he’d take his fair share of that blame. Another sigh left him, and Bucky forced his shoulders down, running his hands through his hair, before sitting on the edge of another chair.
“No, I’m sorry,” he said, voice softer than it had been before. “I shouldn’t -- I shouldn’t have yelled. Sorry.”