The Invitation
seven years later
When Rebecca wrote out the invitations she hesitated, pausing before she could write a certain name.
She closed her eyes tight, an overwhelming guilt clenching her heart.
She knew she didn’t deserve forgiveness, after all, she was getting the happily ever after and hadn’t a clue what had happened to-
Her parents wouldn’t tell her, the subject of... they decided a long time ago to stay out of their children’s business once they realized the drama that had happened was irreparable.
Broken.
It was broken.
She’d done that, she broke that.
Yet here she was, preparing to marry the one and only that had helped to break everything.
She was rotten.
“Becks?” A rough voice asked.
She turned her head towards the blond, giving him a reassuring smile.
“You okay?” Steve asked.
She nodded.
“Yeah, it’s just, mom told me I should consider inviting-“
She cut herself off, blinking away her emotions. Usually she was good at hiding them, but not when it came to him, not when it came to James.
“Inviting Bucky?” Steve asked.
“Yeah, do you think I should?”
The Alpha seem to consider, before nodding.
“If you want.”
Her fiancé stood from the dining room chair, Rebecca watched as he walking into the kitchen.
Sometimes she wondered, if Steve had a choice between marring her or-
Who would he choose?
After being with her for so long, was he sick of it? Did he wish every day that he and her had never- that he hadn’t gotten caught? That in two months he’d be standing at that alter with-
With James?
She returned to the invitation, writing the letters neatly and slowly, making sure the J and B stood out.
Putting it in an envelope with the rest of the invites she put it out of her mind.
Surly nothing would come of it, maybe she would just make him hurt more. It’s not like he would come anyway, but she wanted him to know he was wanted here.
He was missed.
.•O•.
sevenyearsago
When Rebecca got home the next day she went straight to James’s room, knocking lightly as not to wake their parents in the early hours of the morning.
He didn’t answer.
She tried calling his phone.
He didn’t answer.
She tried talking through the door.
He didn’t answer.
When she went to open it she found the knob wouldn’t turn, the silver knob.
It was locked.
Okay, he didn’t want to see her, obviously. She could give him space. So she went to her room.
When the family finally got up, James included, for breakfast she was worried he’d tell on her. But she needed to talk to him, to apologize.
Not once did he look her way, even though they sat right across from each other at the dining table.
Winifred and George Barnes new something was up, they’re usually talkative beta daughter seemed nervous and they’re Omega son who was always so happy looked as though he’d been crying all night.
“Alright,” Winnie finally said, setting down her fork when Bucky didn’t touch his food for ten minutes straight. “What’s up with you two?”
Rebecca looked to her brother, but he remained staring at his plate, so she turned to her mom.
“Nothing mom.”
“Jamie?” George asked.
Bucky was always babied in their family, Omega’s let alone male Omega’s were rare, and always treated delicately. George was an Alpha and always feared his poor Omega son would be taken advantage of, or hurt by someone who felt more entitled.
They may be twins but Rebecca had always been there to defend Bucky, she just couldn’t understand why she was always jealous of Bucky, ever since him and Steve started dating. Maybe that’s why she’d seduced the Alpha, fuck.
“Yeah dad?” Bucky whispered, his usually soft and airy voice raw, like he’d been sobbing all night.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Their father asked.
“Are you two fighting about something?” Winifred asked, raising her eyebrows at them both.
Becca shook her head, looking towards Bucky for his response.
She’d never felt like more of an asshole than she did right now as she watched a tear fall down Bucky’s cheek, and saw her brother clench his eyes shut in an attempt to stop the sobs.
Their parents were out of their chairs in a second, ready to protect and comfort their child.
“What happened?” George asked.
“Did someone hurt him?” Winnie asked her daughter.
“I- I don’t- I don’t know-“ Becca stammered.
“Honey what happened?” Winnie asked her son, trying to shush his sobs.
George just simply hugged his son, letting his petite frame melt into his larger one.
Bucky sobbed onto his fathers shoulder, clutching his shirt in his small hands.
Becca felt horrible.
She did this, it was her fault.
But part of her felt as though she’d won, perfect Bucky had finally lost something. She’d won, and Steve was her prize, and she wouldn’t let him go.
It wasn’t until Bucky was in college on scholarship in LA that their parents found out about her and Steve’s little ‘taboo’.
Bucky hadn’t talked to her since that night, not once.
What he’d told their mom and dad was that he and Steve had broken up.
What Rebecca had told them a year later when her and Steve had officially (and publicly, once Steve stopped trying to woo Bucky back) started dating was that Bucky had given them his blessing.
When Winnie and George went to visit their son at college and told him Rebecca wanted to come, he said he didn’t want her there, told them not to come if she did.
When they finally did visit (without Rebecca of course) they’d questioned him about Steve and their daughters relationship.
Only to find out he didn’t know they were dating, and he started to cry a little, confessing to them the night of they’re betrayal. Of course the parents were upset, one of their children had hurt the other willingly, and that’s not okay.
It however didn’t stop Rebecca from seeing Steve once they knew, and eventually the two just didn’t get involved in their children’s relationships with each other any more.
It wouldn’t make Rebecca any better and it wouldn’t bring James home.
And never once, in the seven years since the betrayal, had Bucky spoken to his sister.
.•O•.
Present
Twoweeksbeforewedding
Steve was talking with his mother and Rebecca’s grandparents in the living room.
The wedding was in two weeks but close relatives had flown in early to help with setting up and seeing the couple before they’re honeymoon.
His mom only live twenty minutes away, so luckily he got to see her all the time.
But Rebecca’s grandparents lived in Florida, and had gotten here the night before.
A few of their aunts and uncles were here too. George and Winnie were kind enough to house everyone, seeing as they had the most space, and were willing to lend it.
He saw Becca walking towards him, a smile on her pretty face.
Rebecca Barnes was gorgeous, no doubt about it.
Steve loved the way she looked.
Her dark blue eyes (so much darker than the brilliantly bright grey blue of-), her brown almost black hair (longer and straighter then a certain head of soft brown curls). The way her hips swayed when she walked, and how she always smiled at him like they were in on a secret, something she hadn’t stopped doing ever since they’d gotten together.
She hugged him, resting her head against his chest and smiling at their family.
They listened to Henry Barnes (Rebecca’s grandpa) talk about gas prices, nodding along placatingly.
His wife Debra, known as Gran to everyone else, softly slapped her hand on her husbands chest. “Oh hush, Henry. Nobody wants to hear about how high gas is these days.”
They all chuckled, lulled back into small talk with the relatives until Winnie let out a small scream from the front door.
Everybody’s attention turned towards the entrance of the living room, waiting for Winifred to move out from behind the wall blocking the front door.
“Oh my god!” She shouted, voice full of joy and shock.
Finally she came into the living room, eyes full of tears and the biggest grin Steve’s ever seen on her face.
She was clutching someone’s hand, pulling them into the living room.
The Alpha felt his heart stop when he locked eyes with brilliant bright grey blue.
He heard Becca gasp but he didn’t dare look away from that face. The face he hadn’t seen in over seven years, the face he saw stained with pain and sadness from something he caused. A face he never stopped thinking about.
Bucky.
Taking in just how gorgeous he was, especially now that he was older, his face sharper and more defined than before. His hair still short, but those curls still evident. He was still a petite little thing that wore dark clothes, but even more beautiful if that was possible.
As Steve observed him more his eyes trailed down the Omega’s body, stopping on his belly.
As Winnie took off her sons jacket the baby bump became very apparent.
He saw George out of the corner of his eye move past, but didn’t fully register him until he was hugging Bucky.
The Alpha pulled away from his son, holding him at arms length so he could get a look at the pregnant swell.
“Oh my god, you...” George whispered, overwhelmed with emotion over the thought of his baby having a baby.
Winnie just squealed and hugged her son from behind.
It’s not that they never saw Bucky, it’s just they only saw him about twice a year when they visited because he refused to return home.
When the Omega looked up at his dad he just smiled, setting his hand on the underside of his belly.
The grandparents walked towards Bucky, hugging him and talking about how long it’s been.
When Steve finally turned to Bucky’s sister- his fiancée, all he saw was shock on her face. The Alpha nudged her, getting her attention
“He actually came.” Rebecca whispered.
Steve nodded.
“And he’s pregnant.” She spoke again.
Steve nodded, returning his sight to Bucky, gulping at the thought of Bucky carrying some strangers baby.
Bucky was ready to give himself to Steve, to let Steve be the first one he’d been with.
And Steve fucked that up.
Fuck.
Here Steve is regretting his choices while his soon to be wife stands right next to him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Rebecca just couldn’t believe James had actually shown up, that he’d came here.
She was so shocked it took her a moment to really appreciate seeing her twin brother.
He was still just as beautiful, maybe more, and he was fucking pregnant. God.
He was here alone as well, she wondered if the dad had left him, and then mentally slapped herself for acting so bitter for no reason.
When the relatives finally released Bucky he made eye contact with her, and she wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming sense of guilt she felt shoot through her body.
Those beautiful eyes of his left her frozen in place, making her regret everything she’s ever done to hurt him.
Winifred has latched onto Bucky’s hand again, pulling him towards her and Steve.
She felt panicked over the fact that she hasn’t faced her brother in seven years and suddenly he was here.
Bucky, sweet, kind, beautiful Bucky just smiled at her.
Nothing to big, and not welcoming, more cautious, but a smile nonetheless.
“Hey.” Was all he said to her.