You stood in the doorframe of your bedroom, holding your huge pregnancy bump with one hand while grabbing the doorframe with the other. Another wave of pain rolled over you and you were certain that it wouldn’t take long anymore until you would give birth to your baby finally. Bucky was pacing around the room while you discussed if he should drive you to the hospital or if you should call an ambulance. You wanted to tell him that it was fine and it was enough when he drove you, as you cut yourself off with another cry of pain. Bucky, who couldn’t stand to see you in pain, quickly called 911 on speakers.

“911?” He asked stressed as someone picked up the phone. “My wife is going into labour.” “Is this her first child?” The operator asked. Bucky was hesitant to answer, looking up at you with a small smirk. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Don’t you dare.” You said through gritted teeth. But Bucky wouldn’t be stopped by your threat. His grin widened. “No, this is her husband.”