Chapter 6
"What colour should we paint the nursery room?"
"Blue. It's gonna be a boy. I know it'll be." Bucky grins from ear to ear, leaning on the edge of the bed and staring at Steve.
"Oh please. If anything, it's going to be a girl."
Bucky rolls his eyes but still smiles, "Whatever you say, doll."
They laugh together for some time, imagining all the types of things they're going to do once the baby is born. Steve points up and flies his hands around in the air, creating a mental image of the spare bedroom that'll soon become the pups. "It's going to be pink walls if it's a girl, Buck. Not green."
"I don't mean like a bright lime green! I mean a light shade of green. Y'know like...lampshade green. It's all nice and moody."
"Lampshade green? Bucky that isn't a colour. You mean chartreuse? Cause that's still ugly and we both know it. We're not painting a baby's room green. It's either a light yellow, blue or pink."
Bucky smiles again seeing Steve so lively while still in a crucial state. He stares at his love, eyes dreamy while quietly watching Steve still plan out the room. That day, Steve is in lot more of a loving mood as he cuddles up to Bucky once he climbs under the sheets. They rest on their sides gazing each other in the eyes, gentle beams on their faces as Bucky slides a hand over Steve's stomach, then up his back.
He's...beautiful. A goddess. Someone so stunning Bucky fails to even think how people rejected his beloved, even went on pity dates with him. He holds the definition of beauty. Lips a light shade of pink, plump and luscious with skin soft, light and smooth. Hair silky blond that feels so good when fingers run through it. Those eyes. God, those eyes- Bucky thinks to himself. It's like they hold the world in them. They reflect his deepest emotions and can only be read by certain people. A shining - shimmering - crystal, blue with shades that look like snowflakes are caged in them. When his pupils dilate at the sight of Bucky toppled over him, sweating as they make love.
No one has ever made Bucky feel like this. Fall so hard like this. It's unexplainable how much he's loves this man. How they first fell in love with each other when Bucky was just your average helper at Stark Industries, carrying supplies into warehouses, and Steve was working with Stark beside the rest of his friends. Campaigning, joining peaceful protests against racism and violent Anti-LGBTQ+ groups, raising awareness for the environment, protecting animals. Steve has a heart of gold who had no intentions of leaving Stark Industries, until his relationship with Bucky furthered and decided to just take the subtle job of being an art teacher.
"What?" Steve chuckles lightly, still staring at Bucky with that sweet smile.
Bucky takes a moment to breathe; still in a daze from admiring his beloved. "You're...so beautiful, Stevie." He murmurs.
"Thank you." The blonde laughs this time then stops when Bucky doesn't laugh, but just gives a small smile. He sighs and lifts his hand up then runs it through that rough but smooth brown hair, letting the strands slide past them.
"I know you're worried, Buck. About the baby. About me. About us. But we have each other and we're going to get through this together as a team."
"Promise?"
Steve smiles and nods. "Promise."