Chapter 14
Their wedding took just over a year to plan. They set it for early May, just before things got really hot. Bucky had gained more weight, although at a slower pace, and was sitting pretty around 370 depending on when he was weighed. The ring fit him perfectly; snug, but not too tight, and they decided that was a good weight for him to stay at. He was well over twice what Steve weighed; about 200 pounds heavier. Steve couldn't be happier.
Bucky let Steve have full control over the wedding, since he knew the younger man liked that kind of thing. "Just tell me where and when to be, honey."
Steve wanted to have it at the lake, but he wanted to make sure everyone's schedules would allow for it. They coordinated and found a weekend all six of them could be at the lake. Nat herself got a license online so she could officiate, and Kate was their photographer. Yelena, Kate, and Clint wore emerald green dresses, and Nat and Bucky both wore charcoal grey suits with waistcoats but no jackets. Steve wore a big white ballgown, just like he'd always dreamt of, and he felt like a prince in a fairytale. They read aloud vows they'd written at sunset, and then had a party in the largest cabin. They'd rented a mirrorball and speakers and had a blast with the playlist Steve had curated. Then the others retired for the night and Steve and Bucky (but mostly Bucky) cleaned up the ice cream bar.
Then after Bucky had fucked Steve from behind, full of ice cream and resting his heavy belly on Steve's back, they laid together and thought about how they'd kept their promise from 21 years ago.
"I want to do a pregnancy photoshoot with your belly," Steve teased, poking Bucky in the belly button, which Bucky hated.
The brunet squirmed cutely and batted Steve's hand away. "Absolutely not." Then, after Steve's pleading eyes, he added, "fine, but the pictures are just for you. If you ever show them to another person I'll lose a hundred pounds." He laughed at Steve's wide-eyed expression. "I'm joking. I don't think I could lose the weight even if I wanted to."
"Do you want to?" Steve asked, even though he knew the answer. He still asked him about five times a week if he minded, which he knew drove the older man nuts, but he always wanted to know where they stood.
"Of course not. It suits me."
"It certainly does." Steve curled up against his side. When Bucky had digested a little, Steve got out the birthday cake ice cream, and Bucky finished the half gallon and Steve blew him until the rays of dawn were sneaking over the windowsill.