Life has been good to Bucky lately, he got married to you, the love of his life, and now he’ll soon have a baby to call his own. But he just can’t stop himself from worrying.

“Doll, sit down, please. Let me do it.” Bucky is quick to gently move you out of the way, his organic hand ghosting over your baby bump as he takes the dirty dishes from you.

“The doctor said that you’re not supposed to be up on your feet that much, baby.” He says as he ushers you to a seat.