A/N: Bucky and Jade stuff just won't leave my mind so here's another chapter. Its sweet and very fluffy and a little smutty and short. Enjoy.
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"Bucky, you're joining us for drinks?"
I was already shaking my head in answer to Sam's question, waiting until I felt the slight jarring landing of the quinjet on the tarmac to grab my duffle from between my feet and stand. "Nope, I am going home."
Sam frowned. "Oh come on, one drink? Everyone's going. We should celebrate a successful mission."
"What's the point when I can't get drunk? And besides I have someone waiting for me."
Steve chimed in to back me up, rising from the pilot chair. "He hasn't seen Jade in over a week, the last thing he wants is to go drink with us."
"She can come too. Tell her to meet us at the bar," Sam reasoned.
I shook my head again walking toward the bay door of the quinjet that was already opening. "I have plans for my wife. Plans that don't include the two of you or anyone else," I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.
Steve chuckled and Sam shook his head in disgust. "Fine, we didn't want you to come anyway. Go home and be nasty."
I intended to. I'd been away from home for 8 days and there was nothing I wanted more than to wrap my arms around my wife and spend the rest of the night and most of tomorrow in bed.
"You two have fun," I said with a wave, walking off the quinjet.
"Give Jade my love!" Steve called.
"Will do!"
Jade and I have been together for three years now, married for one and it'd been the happiest three years of my life. We had our own apartment not far from the compound. Jade was still working in pediatrics though she'd gotten the Charge Nurse position she'd been wanting and had been doing that for a year. I was officially an Avenger now, per Stark, though it was Sam, Steve, and I who did most of the avenging. Tony was settling down with Pepper and focusing on more humanitarian work with Bruce at his company, and Natasha was off in Russia looking for her family, Thor had returned to Asgard to see his aging father and Clint had decided to retire leaving Steve, Sam and I to pick up the slack.
Life was good. I had a routine. I had structure. I was off my meds, but still regularly attending therapy. I had a home and a life. Best of all I had an amazing, patient, and loving woman who accepted me for who I was and loved me unconditionally, and I couldn't wait to see her.
"Sugar!" I called as I stepped into our apartment. "I'm home."
My duffle hit the ground with a heavy thud and I kicked off my boots, waiting for her to come running from our bedroom and leap into my arms like she always did. Only this time, she didn't.
"Jade?" I called walking down the hall.
I could hear the bathroom faucet running, the sound of water splashing. I stepped into our bedroom and found the bathroom door closed. I tried the knob, it was locked. I knocked softly with my knuckles.
"Jade?"
"James?" I heard the faucet turn off, her voice full of surprise.
"Yeah, it's me, open up," I chuckled.
The bathroom door unlocked and opened revealing my wife in all her beauty. She was wearing my red henley, an article of clothing she regularly stole from me, with her dark curls pulled up in a bun with a satin scrunchie. She smiled widely at me and leapt into my arms, hugging me tightly and wrapping her legs around my waist as I caught her. She took my face in her hands kissing me with all the exuberance of a wife that missed her husband. I returned the kiss eagerly, licking into her mouth and digging my fingers into her skin.
"You're home early," she breathed into my lips.
"God, I missed you," I replied, turning to carry her towards our bed.
I lowered her to the bed, landing over her and resuming my tasting of her mouth. She arched into me, hands smoothing up my chest and around my neck before finding my hair. I went for her throat, kissing and biting gently over her pulse, my hands trekking up the outside of her thighs.
"Babe -fuck- hold on, you just got home," she panted, hips bucking into my hand when it curved over her hip and slipped between her thighs. "I made dinner. Don't you want to eat?"
"Oh I want to eat," I answered huskily, pushing my henley up to her neck to reveal miles of her smooth amber skin with one hand, and working my fingers up and down her clothed slit with the other.
"Food, James. I meant food."
"That's not what I meant," I moved the material aside and pressed my fingers in just enough to coat my fingers and brought them to my lips while she watched me wide eyed with lust. I moaned heatedly when I slipped them past my lips, tasting her. "Fuck you taste good, baby."
She whimpered when I moved down, licking along her stomach and pressing my wet fingers back into her. "Wa-shit- wait," she moaned, grabbing my wrist and halting my efforts. "Hold on, please."
I hesitated, looking down to see the reluctance in her eyes. I withdrew my fingers. "What's wrong?"
She chewed her lip worriedly. "I...I got you a present."
"Oh, well thank you, can I open it later? I'm kinda in the middle of something-."
"I really want you to open it now," she insisted.
"Okay, where is it?"
I sat back when she sat up, pulling the henley down to her thighs and walking out of our bedroom. I sat on the bed and waited, hearing her soft footsteps returning and seeing her holding a small red gift bag with tissue paper sticking out of it in her hands. She offered me the bag, which I took, and sat on the bed beside me, crossing her legs and chewing her bottom lip again. She was practically buzzing with nervousness, I could hear her heart racing.
"You okay?" I asked, reaching into the gift bag to feel something smooth wrapped in tissue paper.
She nodded absently, eyes on the bag in my hands.
I pulled whatever it was out, and removed the tissue paper, seeing it was a plain black coffee mug. I kept the confused frown from my face. I didn't drink coffee, something Jade knew.
"Umm thank you, Sugar," I said looking up to find her staring at me.
"Turn it over," she said pointing to the cup.
I did as she said, turning the cup over in my hands to see "#1 Dad" printed in large white letters across the side. This time I didn't bother to hide the confused frown. Why would she-?
It dawned on me abruptly and I felt my face fall and my eyes widen.
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I'd been feeling nauseous for two days before Bucky had left with Sam and Steve on a mission, but attributed it to the Thai food that Iris and I had for lunch not agreeing with me. When the nausea didn't go away I began to worry I was getting sick, there was a stomach flu going around at work, but it was Iris who had pointed out to me the possibility I might be pregnant.
"Maybe you're knocked up?" she'd said sitting on the couch in me and Bucky's apartment while I made us both dinner. She usually came to stay while Bucky was gone, I didn't like being alone and Bucky liked that I had someone there. Dimitri was still out there, Hydra was still out there, though there hadn't been a peep from them in three years, I was still worried about the threat.
I scoffed. "I am on birth control."
"It's only 99.9% effective. And ya'll fuck like rabbits," she shrugged.
I hesitated. The fucking like rabbits part was certainly true. Bucky and I had a very active sex life, one that I worried might get old or slow down once we were married, but a year in he was still as insatiable as he was when we'd first became a couple. Still...
"I take my pills regularly," I reasoned while opening a bag of salad.
"Didn't you say you missed a day or two cause you picked up your prescription late a month or so ago?" Iris asked me with a tilted head.
"Yeah, but I-."
I froze. I had forgotten to pick up my pills a month and a half ago, but I'd only missed two and a half days surely that wasn't long enough to-
"How do you even remember that?"
"Cause I'm your best friend. Are you late?" Iris asked at my continued silence.
I set the salad aside and picked up my phone to check my app. "Only two days. That's nothing I've been two days late before, longer even."
"You should buy a pregnancy test," Iris commented. "Let's go get one right now."
An hour later Iris and I huddled in the small guest bathroom staring at two clear blue early detection digital pregnancy tests that I peed on, waiting for results. I told myself that I was just humoring Iris, that this was just a scare and no big deal. The test would be negative and we wold laugh this off. It helped me to keep a lid on the panic attack that was ready to bust out of the can. Sure we wanted a child, one day-
"Holy shit girl you're pregnant," Iris practically screamed, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I startled. "What?"
"You. Are. Pregnant." She snatched up the tests and held them up to my face, sure enough both said pregnant.
"Holy shit, I am pregnant."
Bucky wouldn't be home for 6 more days and I was a nervous wreck, agonizing over whether to call and tell him over the phone, to look up something cute on pinterest to do, to just hand him the pregnancy test when he walked through the door?
I was still in shock and unbelieving, so much so that I bought two more tests to take, both positive again, and asked a coworker to give me an ultrasound on our break. Just to be sure. Sure enough there was life inside of me, little heart flickering rapidly, a piece of me and a piece of Bucky.
It took every ounce of strength within me not to spill the beans when Bucky called me that night. He didn't always get to call, and when he left I never expected him to, so when he did it was always a surprise.
"Hey Sugar."
The words were on the tip of my tongue. I bit it to keep from saying anything.
"Jade? You there? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, babe, I am here. Hi, how are you?"
"Missin' you something fierce is how I am. How are you?"
"Good, good, I uh...I've just been working. Iris is staying here."
Bucky hesitated. "You alright? You sound a little-."
"Oh I am fine," I interrupted. "Just tired from work. I picked up an extra shift since you're gone."
"You know I hate you working so much," he sighed.
It was the truth, he had spoken so much about how he hated it that I had stopped picking up extra shifts entirely, unless he was away on a mission.
"It was just the one."
"Still- oh, I gotta go. I love you so much. Can't wait to see you. We'll talk soon."
"I love you t-."
The line went dead before I finished.
I decided then that I was going to tell him as soon as he got home. That I would surprise him with it somehow, opting to buy a cheesy '#1 Dad' mug to tell him and putting the ultrasound picture my coworker had printed inside the cup and wrapping it up. I put the present on the table to wait, he wouldn't miss it when he got home.
When Bucky came home early three days later I had been in the bathroom kneeling in front of porcelain and heaving up the grilled cheese sandwich I'd had for a late lunch. He'd bypassed the gift bag sitting right on the table somehow and while I had missed him terribly and was used to him wanting to make love to me as soon as he was home after being away all I could think about how much I wanted- no needed- him to know.
My heart pounded as I watched him open the gift, seeing the confusion cross his face after he flipped over the cup at my urging and the way his face fell and his eyes widened. His body tensed and his head whipped around to look at me.
"Sugar, you're..."
I was nodding before he could finish, leaning over to reach into the cup and pull out the picture as further proof. He stared down in confusion, eyes darting over the black and white grainy image until I outlined the tiny shape of our growing baby.
"Here this is...this is our baby," I explained, tracing it and placing the picture in his hands. "See?"
Bucky watched my finger move until his eyes zeroed in on it and I saw the awe take over his face. He didn't move, only stared at the photo while I waited anxiously for him to react, to say something. I knew he wanted a child one day, but we'd agreed to wait a bit, to plan it and I had screwed that all up by forgetting to get my prescri-.
Bucky practically tackled me, forcing me onto my back as he kissed me deeply and then peppered my face with kisses. "I love you. God, I love you so much," he said between a kiss on my forehead and a kiss on my nose.
I laughed once the initial shock had passed. "You're happy then?"
"I'm beyond happy. You're having a baby. My baby," he answered with the biggest grin I'd ever seen on his face.
His large body moved down mine and planted a big long kiss below my navel. "Hello, in there! It's your dad!"
I laughed again. "Bucky, it doesn't even have ears yet."
"I don't care," he answered, coming back up to kiss me again. "I can't believe it, Sugar. I have to call Steve."
He jumped from the bed, disappearing from the room leaving me chuckling in our bed. I heard him talking loud and excited moments later.
"Hello? I've got the greatest news in the history of news! Jade is pregnant!...She just told me- Shut up Bird, of course I'm the father."