"Before you ask why someone hates you, ask yourself why you give a fuck."
-Tupac
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Y/N Y/L/N's POV:
"You cheater!" I shouted.
"I didn't cheat y/n, stop being dramatic.
"Yes you did! You landed on Mayfair and didn't pay me my money!"
"Why should I pay money to you if your in jail?" He glared at me.
"It doesn't matter, I should still get my money you are trespassing!" I glared back.
"What no! I'm not gonna give money to a criminal." He points to the board. "See your in jail."
"B-but that's not fair, that's not how you play!" My lip trembled as my eyes filled with tears.
Damn these hormones are annoying, sometimes I wanna act tough but if you're 8 months pregnant that is kinda impossible.
"What doll, don't cry!"
He looked up at me and quickly walked towards me engulfing me in his arms. "I'm sorry, darling it's just a game." He whispered rubbed my back.
"Just forget it, I don't wanna play anymore." I sniffed as I pulled away from the hug and went to our shared room.
"Y/n, I said I was sorry!" Bucky shouted back to me as he followed me.
"I know, I'm just tired. And hungry?" I looked up at Bucky. "Can you get me food?" I asked innocently.
Bucky blinked a couple times. "You just ate pizza 20 minutes ago?"
"So?" I shrugged.
"Fine." He sighed. "only because you're pregnant and you're my wife."
He kissed me on my lips then went to grab his coat.
"Wait- can I come?" I asked.
He turned to look at me. "Cmon then."
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| A/N: This just a really short imagine that was in my drafts. |