prompt: obi feels the baby kick for the first time
Thanks for the prompt! I’m feeling super fluffy today!!
It’s been a long day, filled with hard work and plumbing issues, but he’s determined to get the water running tomorrow come hell or high water. Shirayuki will thank him once the gigantic bathtub that he’d salvaged from an old farmhouse is filled with hot water and some of her bath salts.
Sliding between cool sheets is heaven on earth, and he breathes a sigh of relief as he feels the tension releasing from his muscles. He scoots closer to his wife, who is resting on her side with her arms wrapped around a body pillow. He smiles at how deeply she’s breathing, out cold from her own exhaustion.
Growing a baby is hard work.
He molds his body to hers gingerly, legs fitting behind hers like a puzzle piece, resting his arm over her midsection carefully and greeting their baby with a gentle caress as he places a kiss to her head. Settling himself in cozily, he yawns as he realizes that nothing could possibly wake her up and he can’t wait to join her in slumber, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo as he relaxes even further into her.
A jar against his palm has his eyes popping open.
Obi freezes, his palm wide against the growing expanse of Shirayuki’s stomach, fingers frozen as he waits to see if his mind is delirious from sleep.
Something taps at him and Obi feels his breath rush out of him all at once as he realizes what it is; their baby is kicking.
Obi glances wildly around their dark bedroom, unsure of what to do as another little thump greets his anxious fingers. He doesn’t want to move his hand, but he doesn’t know what to do. Should he record this somehow? “Shirayuki,” he hisses in a desperate whisper as another little bump presses against his palm. “Honey, the baby’s kicking!”
Obi blinks down at his wife’s unconscious form, shaking his head lightly in merry disbelief. She hadn’t been sleeping well the last couple of nights, and the flower shop had been so busy with Mother’s Day coming up. She needed her rest. He’d just have to tell her about it in the morning.
He settled himself back down, his brow furrowing in wonder at the idea that his baby was moving around inside of her, happily squirming and getting comfortable. Obi’s hand cradled her stomach, rubbing soothing circles and gently tapping his fingertips against the bump. Another kick replied to his touches, and he smiled into the back of his wife’s neck as he felt his baby greet him after a long day.
A/N: I have no idea why I wrote this when I should be working on my unfinished series. This is just a tiny bit of fluff. No tags on this one.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 648
The sun began to set over an expanse of quiet farmland somewhere in the middle of America. As evening slowly cooled the day’s summer heat, a chorus of cicadas and crickets increased in volume.
A lone stretch of pavement was the only road that reached the few farmhouses in the area. There wasn’t much traffic along the road, but on this particular evening, a blue vintage Volkswagen Beetle puttered its way toward the property that sat at the road’s dead end.
As the Beetle pulled off the road and onto the gravel drive, a young boy with a wide smile and a mop of curly brown hair bounded out of the farmhouse and down the wraparound porch’s front steps.
Rotating supercell over the U.S. Great plains. I can’t tell if this is actual video or if this artists works to animate still frames, but I think some of their clips are the latter. Almost time for tornado season to start moving up to the central U.S.