bucky barnes-ulric (whatthebucky) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2014-08-17 13:03:00 |
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“Holy shit!” The words were yelled loud enough to be heard damn near anywhere in the house, but radiated from the downstairs bathroom. The bathroom that Darcy had hid in, after having escaped from an awkward moment where she almost threw up all over the kitchen. The younger Darcy had almost immediately gone to tell Bucky that his wife had almost projectiled all over their tile floor, before disappearing to find Steve. The adult Darcy had locked the door and taken a few minutes just to sit on the cold floor, and when her stomach settled, had gone through the typical thoughts of what she’d eaten that could’ve caused food poisoning, until suddenly it just clicked and Darcy stared at herself in the mirror with narrowed eyes. No way. It’d only been a month and it was never that fucking easy unless it was a movie - granted, their lives came from a movie, but.. Darcy found herself grumbling as she pulled out one of the packaged pregnancy tests she’d stashed in the vanity several weeks ago, and then spent the remainder of the two minutes it took just pacing back and forth. Until she started swearing loudly, of course. When the teenage Darcy had come to him, making Exorcist references that went completely over his head, and told him to get his butt down to the downstairs bathroom, Bucky didn't immediately make the connection. Why would he? As far as he knew, couples didn't always get pregnant right after they started to try to. They had only been at it for a month, so he had assumed whatever was going on, it had to do with Darcy eating raw cookie dough or too much ice cream. Slowing his walk as he approached the bathroom she had holed up in, his eyebrows furrowed together as he listened to her cursing. Reaching the door, he rapped his knuckles against the wood of it and asked, "Hey, Darce? You okay in there?" “Jesus fuck.” Darcy didn’t come close to stopping the swearing, but she got even more grumbly when Bucky interrupted her, and shot daggers (of the glaring kind, she wasn’t that good with thrown weapons) at the door when he spoke. Honestly, she couldn’t say why she was swearing. I mean, typically, when you agree to start trying for a kid, you generally get pregnant. Right? That’s how it always worked. And she wasn’t mad, so much as… shock. Shock was a good description. Unexpected shock of the oh-shit variety. Finally, she leaned against the door, forehead pressed against the cool wood. “You should’ve warned me that you apparently have motherfucking super soldier swimmers.” It took a second to actually hear what she was saying. When Bucky finished processing what she was implying, there was a thump from where Bucky walked into the door in his rush to try and get it open. "What? What are you saying? Darcy, I need some confirmation here." There was a stupid ass smile on his face as he tried to turn the knob. “Oh, my god.” Darcy banged her head against the door again, instead of opening it. “No, seriously. Are we freaks? Cause what.” She was too busy rambling to open it, instead just talking without realizing that Bucky was actually trying to get her. “Can you imagine me as a parent? Don’t answer that. This place doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” She’d seen her older-self with the adorable baby and had spazzed a little at how easily that could be her, but holy god no one had warned her. Her brain just wasn’t caught up yet. “I’m gonna fuck this kid up.” The final statement was said quietly, this time. Voice barely drifting past the barrier between them. His barely disguised glee disappeared as he listened to her despair about the fate of their child, of her ability as a parent. It confused him because he thought she had wanted this as much as he did, that she would be as excited about the news as he was. He imagined finding out about this news like they were in some kind of movie, where she would throw her arms around him and he would spin her around. Why wasn’t she happier? He couldn’t figure it out, but he knew better than to question it. She needed support, not questions. “Darcy, if there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s you. And you’re going to be an amazing mother. And I think you know that too, because you wouldn’t have agreed to try this if you didn’t think you could do it.” The whole thing wasn’t exactly how Darcy had planned it out in her head, either. She’d even looked at baby books, for christsakes, and that said a lot. Because normally even stepping into that section of a bookstore gave her hives. But the panic had settled in quicker than she ever anticipated and Bucky was being sweet and comforting and oh god, she was being a dick, wasn’t she? Finally, she stepped back and yanked open the door, standing there in her PJs, mussed up hair and slightly frowny face. “I’m glad you think so because right now is showing a pretty amazing exhibit of selfishness.” "You get a pass considering you're pregnant. I know if I found out I was pregnant, I wouldn't be at my best." The stupid glee at the prospect couldn't be held back though, even in the face of her frown. "You are pregnant, right? I'm not hearing things that aren't there?" He wanted to hug her and hold her and kiss her all over, but that wasn’t going to happen until she indicated she wanted to be touched. Darcy’s tendency to be sentimental through awkward humor exhibited itself in a small punch to the middle of his chest. It was the universal sign for being okay with him crowding into her space, but she’d expected that from the moment she nodded in answer to his question. “You sure we can’t go all Alien Nation and transfer the kid to you? Medicine has come so far.” “I don’t have the hips for it I’m pretty sure,” he kidded, entering her personal space and putting his hands on her hips. A little more seriously, he added, “But I’d do it for you if I could.” And there was no lie in his words in that moment. “Dude, I think you’d carry a litter of them if you could.” She was joking, but then knew he probably would if given the opportunity. That thought, surprisingly, lightened her mood. Darcy knew full well that Bucky would be one hell of a dad, and probably win all sorts of damned parent-of-the-year awards while she just taught the kid how to swear and -- Before the anxiety had a chance to build back up, she launched herself into his arms. “Don’t go shouting it from the rooftops just yet, okay? Wait until I’ve gone to the doctor and stuff? Just, yknow. In case you don’t have demonic super soldier sperm and it’s a mistake.” Always happy to have an armful of his wife, he lifted her so he could kiss her more easily. Setting her down again, he didn't stray at all, keeping full contact for as long as she would allow it. "I'll keep it to myself until we're both ready to tell people. But I'm going to warn you now, your mini me and Stevie are smart kids. They're going to probably figure it out before we want them to." “Fuck, probably.” Darcy grudgingly agreed, curling her hands around his neck and half at the point where she was debating climbing up his body like a monkey. “Whatever, they know just how deadly I am, so they’ll keep quiet.” Of that, she was pretty sure, but the idea of announcing it was kicking her anxiety back up. She took a step away from him and brought a hand up to her face. “Annnnd I’m pretty sure I’m gonna throw up.” The monkey climbing, had it happened, would have been nothing new for them. She had a penchant for climbing him like he was a convenient hill for her. "Let's get you back in that bathroom before your head starts spinning and you start chanting demonically." He was pretty sure he was getting the references right, but he was only really repeating after mini-Darcy. It didn’t really matter, as he marched her back into the bathroom. “A+ reference there, husband-of-mine.” Darcy quipped back, turning obediently and rushing back into the bathroom without any objections. “Can I blame this one on demonic possession?” |