A Night With Him in Bucharest - 10
Summary: Having another baby isn't as easy this time around.
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“Dammit,” you sighed – looking at the negative pregnancy test in your hands. You walked out of the bathroom and over to Bucky, who was laying in bed on his laptop. The sad look on your face told him all he needed to know, and he moved his laptop to the nightstand.
“Come here, baby girl,” he said with his arms open. You fell into his arms and soft sniffles came from you. “It’s okay, love.” He rubbed your back gently.
“What’re we doing wrong?” you asked him – feeling depressed and defeated.
“We aren’t doing anything wrong, doll,” he assured you – kissing the top of your head softly. “It just takes time…timing has to be right.”
“What if it never happens?” you asked. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “What if we can’t have another?”
His hands gently held your face. “Don’t think like that, baby…It’ll happen when the time is right…Until then, we’ll keep trying.”
“You promise?”
Bucky held out his pinky for you to hook yours on. “I pinky promise.”
You hooked your pinky with his, and a small smile appeared on your face before Bucky leaned forward and captured your lips with his.
Three months. It had been three months since you and Bucky started trying for another baby, and so far, nothing had happened. Your period had been late a month ago, and the two of you got excited, but it turned out to be an irregular period. You were getting depressed, and it was noticed by the littlest member of the family.
“Daddy?” James called out to Bucky as he sat in the living room and watched tv with him.
“Yeah, buddy?”
“Why momma sad?” the toddler asked. “Is okay?”
Bucky gave the little boy a soft smile. “Momma and I are having a hard time with getting the baby.”
The three-year-old cocked his head at his dad. “What dat mean?”
Bucky put the little boy in his lap and brushed his long hair from his face. “Well, buddy,” he began, “a baby has to be made.” James raised an eyebrow – the look of confusion making Bucky chuckle. “Momma and I have to make the baby, but it has to be the right timing.”
“Like a cake?”
“Exactly!” Bucky smiled.
“Well, why it so hard?”
“Because sometimes the timing isn’t right, buddy,” he explained, “but, we are going to go see a special doctor that can tell us when that right timing is.”
You could hear your boys talking out in the living room, and the one thing you needed at the moment was their hugs and kisses. You pulled yourself out of the bedroom and made your way out into the room with Bucky’s soft, red robe wrapped around your body. You caught Bucky’s attention, and he flashed you a gentle smile.
“Momma!” James squealed and moved over so you could sit in between them.
“Hey buddy,” you smiled softly and kissed his head. “You and daddy talking?”
James nodded. “’Bout da baby.”
“Told him that we’ll figure it out,” Bucky told you. “Which we will, okay?”
You nodded sadly, and James wrapped his little arms around you. “It otay, momma. You and daddy make baby ‘oon.”
Your eyes widened as you looked over at Bucky – unsure of what he had told the toddler. But you let it go – holding your little boy as close and tight as you could. “I love you, buddy,” you said with a kiss on his cheek.
“Lobe you momma,” he replied – giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek.
You smiled over at Bucky and saw the teary smile on his face. “Hey buddy, give daddy a big kiss!”
James turned to look at his dad and quickly hugged him – kissing him on his cheek and giggling when Bucky started tickling the little boy. Watching your boys play and hearing their laughter filled your heart with joy, and it made you want to add that new family member more than anything.
You and Bucky sat quietly in the car. The news you had gotten from the doctor was not the news either of you wanted. Tears ran down your face, and Bucky tried his hardest to come up with something to say that’d make you feel better.
“We will figure this out, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft yet serious. He gently grabbed your hand with his. “There’s no such thing as never.”
“You heard what Dr. Alikson said,” you scoffed. “The serum is unlikely to come together again on that kind of molecular level.”
“Unlikely doesn’t mean impossible,” Bucky stressed. “There is a way, and we will find it.”
You looked to him with tear-stained cheeks. “How?”
“I’ll contact Banner,” Bucky suggested. “He may have a way to help us.”
You nodded and sniffled – holding onto his hand tightly as he drove the two of you back home.
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