The only way you find comfortable to sleep at the moment is on your right side. Don't ask you why because all you know is that it is far to uncomfortable to even try lying on your back or the left side, must be something to do with the position of the baby. It's also too uncomfortable to hug Bucky, it's not like you can get anywhere near him anyway because you're just so fricken huge. So all you end up doing every night is facing towards the right with Bucky spooning you, his metal arm draped over your waist because the cool surface is actually somewhat soothing.
You're three weeks away from your due date and you're at that point where you just feel big, fat, ugly, exhausted, useless, uncomfortable and achy all the time. You don't want to do anything, you don't want to be messed with, you don't want to be touched except for when Bucky spoons you and even then he's got to do it just right, you even find your temper getting a little short with the kids at the moment too. Their excitement for the new arrival is just too intense for you right now. Sure, you can't wait for the baby to come and you're excited too but it's becoming more that you just want the thing to hurry up and come out.
This is definitely the worst you've felt out of any of your pregnancies so far. You're bigger than before, your back hurts more, your ankles are more swollen, you're more tired, more exhausted, spend more time feeling like shit. Basically everything is just more.
"Bucky," you croak when you wake up early one morning because your back is just in agony. You can't see him but you know he's asleep from the soft snores leaving his lips. Glad to see at least one of us is getting a good sleep, you think. "Buck." You nudge the sleeping form behind you. Still nothing. Without turning over you grab one of his metal fingers and shake his arm.
"Huh? What?" He mumbles drowsily as he shoots up in bed suddenly.
Although he looks funny with his fluffy bed hair and still being half asleep you're too miserable and don't have the energy to laugh.
"Can you please give me a back massage?" You pout, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. "Please? My back is killing me."
"Of course sweetheart." He sighs and smiles contently, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. "Anything for you doll."
As he massages your back you melt into the bed, relaxing as you feel some of the tension in your muscles release. You swear Bucky has magic fingers, and not just on the metal hand.
"Ohhhhh." You moan in pleasure.
Bucky chuckles under his breath. "That good?"
"Hell yes." You nod.
"Well it's the least I can do for you after all you're doing for me," he says quietly. "I'm sorry you feel so crappy."
All of a sudden the phone starts to ring.
"Ugh who could that be at this time?" You groan and burry your head in the pillow.
"Don't worry about it, I've got it," he whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek once more and climbing carefully over you to get up.
While he's gone you try to drift off again but are soon interrupted.
"Mumma?" A quiet voice says.
You open your eyes to see Isla standing in the doorway sucking her thumb and rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"Aw baby what's wrong?" You ask her, propping yourself up on one elbow.
"The phone woke me up," she mumbles with a pout on her face.
"Aw sweetie that's no good! Come here." You smile kindly and motion for her to jump up into the bed, melting at the sight of her.
Her face lights up and she comes running over to you and curls her tiny body up against your chest. Your heart swells and you feel so much better just having her there. You honestly can't imagine life without her or Luke now. You love them both so much and them and Bucky are the best things that have ever happened to you.
"You know what?" You whisper into her hair.
"What?" She whispers back.
"Is Luke awake?"
"I think so."
"Why don't you go get him and we can have a snuggle party?"
"Oh really?" She gasps excitedly.
"Yep and then daddy can come back and join in too." You smile down at her.
Immediately she leaps off the bed and runs out the room only to return a few seconds later dragging a groggy Luke behind her.
"Isla I meant only if he was awake!" You chuckle and hold out your arms for them.
They both climb up onto the bed and into your arms. Luke might be nearly ten years old but he's still a total mummy's boy.
After a few minutes Bucky comes running into the room with a frantic look on his face as if he's about to say something but he cuts himself short when he sees the three of you.
"Aw what? How come no one invited me? I'm missing out!" He exclaims.
Isla and Luke giggle cheekily.
"Who was that?" You ask expectantly.
"Steve, Peggy's gone into labour," he explains seriously.
"What?" You gasp. "Isn't that too early?"
"He said everything's fine and they're going to keep us up dated."
"Okay." You nod. "God she's lucky, I kind of wish I was her."
"Is Aunty Peggy having the baby?" Luke asks excitedly.
"Yeah." You nod.
"When's our baby coming?" Isla frowns.
"I'm not sure." You sigh. "Soon I hope."
"I wish it would just hurry up." She pouts.
"I second that," Bucky agrees, plopping on the bed behind you.
"Believe me, no one wishes for that more than I do." You huff.
Luke clambers over you and squeezes himself between Bucky and you.
"Aw so first I miss out and then I get demoted?" Bucky jokes.
You laugh and then lie there contently for a few moments, soaking in the moment with your family of four, soon to be five.
"We've come such a long way since ten years ago when we were just friends," you eventually mention. "For starters we've ended up together, we have two and a half kids and you've pretty much got blimmen well super powers."
"And you know what?" Bucky mumbles lazily in reply as you feel him snuggle in closer to you.
"What?" You ask.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
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You walk into the S.H.I.E.L.D hospital holding Luke's hand with Bucky by your side and Isla on his hip with his arm around your waist. One thing about being Captain America and Bucky Barnes's family's is that they're giving you all the access to anything you need that S.H.I.E.L.D can provide.
"Where are we going?" Isla wines impatiently.
"To go see Aunty Peggy and Uncle Steve's new baby girl." Bucky smiles down at her and bounces her.
Steve rung you guys about two hours ago to say that the baby had been born and it's a girl. Both Peggy and her are doing great and that you guys had to come down and see it soon.
"Oh yay!" She squeals. "A girl!"
"Shh." He chuckles in a whisper as you come to the door of their room.
"We've got to keep our voices down and be nice and quiet okay?" You instruct them as you quietly knock and then click the door handle down.
You walk in to see Steve with his chair pulled right up next to Peggy's bed as they look down at the tiny bundle in Peggy's arms that you can't see with huge smiles on their faces. They look up when they hear you guys enter.
"Hey!" Peggy whispers. "Come look!"
You all tiptoe over and have a peak, gasping at the adorable little face that you can see peering out from amongst the blankets. Her eyes are open and she squirms around a little, a surprised look on her face at all the new faces suddenly.
"Oh my gosh guys congratulations! She's gorgeous!" You gush.
"Wow, nearly as cute as ours." Bucky smirks teasingly.
"Oh Buck!" You scold him quietly and turn around to hit him but everyone laughs.
"Congratulations guys she's very cute," he corrects himself.
Isla reaches out to touch her, completely mesmerised.
"Careful now baby girl," you warn her.
Luke just looks from the edge of the bed in awe.
God, this isn't even their own sibling. Imagine what they're going to be like then.
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"I must admit I'm actually very jealous of you," you remark as you all sit around the room. "I'm beginning to just want this thing out already."
"At first I was worried but now I'm just so happy that she's here already." Peggy sighs contently, still unable to take her eyes off the little girl.
"So? What's her name?" Bucky asks from where he leans against the windowsill next to Steve.
You're just so excited for them that you almost forgot to ask.
Peggy and Steve look at each other, exchanging smiles before answering.
"Sarah," Steve says contently.
"Aw," both you and Bucky say in unison clicking on to the fact that she's named after Steve's mother.
"Well Steve if she's anything like your mother was she's going to be a great little girl." Bucky huffs and pats Steve on the back.
You sit in a chair in the corner, Isla on your lap while Luke plays with some toys in the corner.
"Oh," Peggy suddenly says, a reserved look on her face. "There is one more thing that we thought you guys might want to know because it might affect your baby too."
"What?" You say your stomach dropping.
As protective nerves start to take over you gently place Isla down and lean forward in your chair, rubbing your protruding belly. Bucky senses your anxiety and rushes over to you, crouching down beside you and putting an arm around your stomach.
"What is it?" He asks, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Is everything alright?" You ask worriedly.
"Steve, you can tell them," Peggy says hesitantly.
"We found out just before from some tests that Sarah has inherited my enhanced abilities." He huffs.
"What?" You gasp. "How is that possible?"
"It appears that the serum changed my actual DNA so it has been passed on to her too. We're sorry, we didn't even think about it being a possibility and just thought you should know because although you have a slightly different version of the serum Buck, you never know." He shrugs.
You look up at Bucky in shock and his face looks completely conflicted.
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"So what do you think about the possibility of our baby having your abilities?" You ask from the where you lie on the couch over to where Bucky is mucking around in the kitchen.
He huffs and then comes and sits on the floor in front of you, placing his flesh hand on your tummy. He smiles when he feels the baby kick beneath it.
"Yeah you might enjoy it but it keeps me up at night," you joke.
"Sorry," he chuckles. "Hey little one could you keep it down in there? Mumma's tired."
"Anyway Buck," you say to avoid a subject change. "I mean if they do, there's nothing we can do about it but still."
"I think that if it happens we need to make sure he or she has as normal an upbringing as possible." He sighs. "I mean I know all that I've had to go through just in the past year because of it and our child doesn't need that."
"Absolutely." You nod in agreement. "I don't care whether they have the abilities or not, I just want them to be safe."
"Agreed," Bucky says relieved. "I'm glad neither of us wants them to go through some crazy training regime and go fight crime."
"Hm, that sounds like someone I know already?" You tease and quirk an eyebrow.
He chuckles breathlessly and shakes his head before his face turns solemn. "If it is the case, and our baby does have these abilities. I am so sorry," he says, his eyes down cast.
"Buck," you sigh, your heart breaking, taking his hand on your stomach and squeezing it while using your other one to lift up his chin so that he's looking at you. "It's okay, it's not your fault. You can't help it and we won't let the risk of it stop us from having a family. I love you for you, powers and all, and I'll love our baby no matter how they are too."