#winterwasp

Nadia Pym-Barnes had never been sick a day in her life. Schoolyard colds seemed to just pass her by. Sure, cold weather could give her a runny nose, but it never resulted in anything more. She rarely even got more than a rumbly tummy from eating something bad.

So when she was rudely awoken by the need to curl over a toilet for the foreseeable future, Nadia knew something was up. She had plenty of time to work through the mental math while she knelt before the porcelain throne.

She and Bucky certainly hadn’t been trying to get pregnant, but they hadn’t exactly been the most stringent about avoiding it either. Truth be told, they hadn’t even really talked about kids beyond an eventual ‘someday’ hypothetical situation.

Nadia huffed, trying to keep the grin from her face and failing miserably. He was being absolutely adorable. She didn’t exactly have anything pressing at the office; nothing she couldn’t call in for anyway. But she’d already done her makeup and hair and it’d be a shame to waste the effort.

"Wait, you-- what?"

Nadia pushed herself to her feet with a sigh, following her husband across the playground towards a Becca and a crying three-year-old. Times like this she was grateful for her daughter’s language comprehension being a little behind the curve; the last thing she wanted was the toddler running around the house shouting expletives because “Daddy said it!” The CEO-turned-mother was resigned to playing translator whenever Bucky stormed off before she could talk him into staying at the bench or picnic table with her. 

One hand resting on her definitely protruding belly, the other found it’s way to his forearm. There was very little pressure to the touch since it was meant more as a grounding reminder of where they were than any kind of restraint. She easily ‘translated’ for the other child’s alarmed guardian, editing out some of Bucky’s more colorful words. She always affected a heavier accent in these situations, finding it easier to leave the impression that they were a family of immigrants than to share the truth of the matter with perfect strangers.

Winterwasp

All I want for Christmas… (2740)

Summary:

Thank you so much, winterwasp: you’re sweet!