Bucky watching you come downstairs in a sundress, your 7 and a half month baby bell sticking out and you're waiting to dance with him on the roof of the tower and he can't help but to cry a little because he's been dreaming of this l ever since the 40s and you just hold his face with a smile and rub your nose against his
You were sure you looked like a beached whale. Sighing, you smoothed the blue sundress as you walked down the stairs. Bucky waited for you a boyish grin on his face as he walked to meet you. He gently pecked you and took your hand in his. “You look as beautiful as the day as I met you” he whispered in your ear. You blushed and followed as he guided you to the helipad.
“Where are you taking me?” you asked before you noticed Steve’s record player out on the roof.
“Don’t tell Stevie” he grinned, placing the needle on the disc. The smooth sound of jazz started and you recognised as the song from your first dance. “Dance with me, doll” Bucky said, offering you his hand.
You smiled softly before wrapping your arms around eachother. Well, as much as you could 7 months pregnant. You swayed to the song for some moments before you noticed tears in Bucky’s eyes.
“Bucky, what’s wro-” but before you could ask he shook his head.
“They’re happy tears. I just never thought I’d have this” he whispered, his hand drifting to your belly.
“I love you” you nudged his nose with yours before kissing him as he whispered back.
“I love you”