5 years.

60 long months of trying and failing for a baby after you’d finally convinced Bucky to start a family - one with more than just the two of you.

You tried and failed so many times. Every negative test felt like picking the scab off of an old wound. The two of you would go quiet for days; not intentionally just... losing hope.

Eventually, Bucky stopped talking about it. The two of you stopped trying as much. Maybe it was what HYDRA had done to him; maybe it was just bad timing.

The possibilities consumed your thoughts until one morning while Bucky was on a mission with Sam, you woke up nauseous. To rule out the possibility of being pregnant you took a pregnancy test.

The two minutes were up and you sat on the toilet, heart still racing even though you didn’t expect much of it. You had to do a triple take once you turned the test over.

Two lines. Two "I'm pregnant."

You say stunned into silence with tears welling in your eyes. Finally, this is what you’d been waiting for.

You spent the whole day making Bucky’s favorite thing for dinner and cleaning the house. The room smelt of a hearty meal as Bucky’s footsteps carried through the front entryway. “{{user}}? Sweetheart, I’m back.” He calls out, sounding exhausted but happy to be home.

Your heart twists with anxiety and excitement. What if he didn’t want this anymore? What if he thought it would just end in a miscarriage? Would he be as happy as you are right now?

You’re broken from your thoughts when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you close even as you continue to stir the pot on the stove. The soft hum of the extractor fan filling the soft silence.