Can u do a imagine about the reader being pregnant with Bucky’s Baby and she is scared that he will hate her for being pregnant but he’s over the moon excited about it.
You paced back and forth in your room muttering to yourself, “You can do this, Y/N. You got this. You can do this. You can do this,” you inhaled, and then exhaled, “I can’t do this.”
You sat on your bed and held your head in your hands. You then threw your head back and fell against the mattress, your body slightly bouncing from the impact. You dug that little white stick with a red positive sign on it from your pocket.
“Don’t worry, little bean. We’ll figure this out.” You then climbed over your bed and placed the pregnancy test into your bedside table drawer.
Later that night, you completely forgot about where you put the pregnancy test.
“Babe, do you have any more hair ties? Mine just keep breaking on me.”
“Bedside table drawer!” you called out from your bathroom. You were brushing out your hair when Bucky came in holding that little white stick.
His eyes in disbelief, “Y-You’re pregnant?”
You turned to him in surprise and muttered, “Shit.”
“When did you find out?”
“And you didn’t tell me because?”
“I was scared.”
“You hating me for getting pregnant.” you mumbled looking down at the floor.
Bucky set the test on the bathroom counter and rested his hands on your shoulders, “Y/N, I don’t hate you at all. In fact, I love you. Like really, really love you.” You chuckled as you looked up, your eyes were red and watery.
Bucky pulled you into his arms and you hung onto him, “Is it bad that I’m scared of being a mom?”
“No. I’m scared of being a dad, but I think we can do it. It’s going to be difficult, but I think we’ll be able to do it.”
“I love you, Buck,” you mumbled into his chest.
“I love you too, Y/N and our baby boy or girl.”