Tracey rushed into the room holding her stomach. She felt sick and she knew she was going to be sick. She quickly slammed the door, not wanting anyone in the castle to see her in this state. She grabbed the bucket of water from the corner one of the servants must have left after cleaning the room. Next thing she knew she was throwing up her breakfast.

She panted after throwing up a couple more times. Tears were in her eyes from the exertion. She sat on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

Had breakfast been bad? It had to have been food poisoning. Nothing else came to mind that could have caused her to be this sic-

Her eyes widened. It couldn't be. Could it?

She stared down at her stomach and placed a hand over it. Was she finally pregnant? Was she and Bucky going to have a child? Was the kingdom going to have an heir?

An heir.

"Oh no…" she whispered.

What if it wasn't a boy? What would Bucky do? Her eyes widened even more. Would he replace her and find a different wife? She had heard of kings having multiple wives when the first didn't have a boy to be the heir.

She trembled from the nerves and because of the next wave of nausea.

She grabbed the bucket and emptied her stomach of what was left in it. She didn't even hear the door open and someone call her name, rushing to her side.

"Tracey?" Bucky said, placing a hand on her back. He began to rub soft circles on it as she continued to vomit. "Tracey, what's wrong?"

Once the queen was better she sat up and gave her husband a small smile. "I uh I think it was breakfast. Maybe something was bad. Something did taste off about it." Now that she thought of it, the food did taste strange. That just made her suspicions and worries increase.

"Should I let the servants in the kitchen know?" the king asked, continuing to rub circles on her back.

Tracey shook her head. "No no. It's fine."

"Are you sure?" he asked, receiving a nod. He looked where they were sitting and carefully helped her up. "Come on, let's get you to somewhere more comfortable. I'll have the doctor come look at you."

The blonde woman's heart skipped a beat. If he got the doctor he'd know for sure if she was pregnant. But she nodded either way. She couldn't just refuse having the doctor come see her. She was throwing up in a mop bucket for God's sake!

"Just rest," Bucky said, helping her sit on some pillows he laid out. He kissed the top of her head. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

ooOOoo

As the doctor asked questions and checked her, Tracey sat tensed. She wanted to know if she was pregnant. She wanted to have a family, but what if it wasn't a boy? What would Bucky do then?

The doctor, a man named Bruce, stared up at her after one last question. He stared at her as if processing something. Finally he spoke after another minute of silence.

"Your Majesty, you claim that the food was bad, that it tasted funny correct?" he asked Tracey. She nodded and he nodded in return. He turned to Bucky. "You had the same thing as her, Your Majesty?"

Bucky nodded. "Yes, but it didn't taste any different than normal."

"I thought so," Bruce said, nodding his head. He sat back in his chair and took his glasses off, cleaning them on his shirt. He turned back to the queen as he placed them back on his face. "Your Majesty, the symptoms you've told me about: the sickness and the strange taste of your food, I'm positive that you being sick has nothing to do with bad food."

Tracey's heart skipped a beat. Oh no…

"Then what's wrong with her?" Bucky asked, placing a hand on her back and taking her hand in his other.

Bruce gave the king and queen a smile as he sat up straight. "Your Majesties, you're going to have a baby."

Tracey's heart again skipped a beat; her eyes widened. "I'm pregnant?" she barely got out above a whisper.

Bucky's face broke out into a smile as the doctor got up to let the couple have time to themselves with the news. The king turned to his wife and grabbed her in an embrace. "Tracey, we're going to have a baby!"

Tracey gave a small smile once he released her from the hug. "Ye-yeah…"

The king frowned at his queen's uneasiness. "Is everything okay?"

"Of course!" she said, putting on a smile.

Bucky shook his head. "Tracey, I know you enough to know when something is bothering you." He stared at her with worried eyes. "You can tell me anything, you know? I'm always here for you," he said, placing a hand on her cheek.

The queen leaned into his hand, smiling at his sincerity and concern. Sitting up, she sighed trying to think of what to say. Best solution I guess is just be blunt about it, she thought. She took a deep, shaky breath. "I'm…I'm scared."

The husband blinked. "Scared of what?"

"I'm scared of what it will be. A boy or a girl," she said, looking down at her hands. "I'm scared that it won't be a boy and you'll go find someone else…"

"Oh, Tracey," Bucky breathed. He took her hands in his, squeezing them. "Tracey, darling, I don't care what the baby will be. Boy, girl, it won't matter to me. I'm having a child with you and I couldn't be happier." He put a hand under her chin, lifting it up when she looked back down at her lap. "Forget the whole heir thing, if our baby is a girl she will be beautiful like her mother."

"But what about the heir? You need a boy to be heir," Tracey stated frantically. "Won't you just find someone else to have a boy?"

Bucky shook his head. "I only want you, darling. No one else matters to me, but you. I love you." He smiled, leaning his head towards his wife's. "And if anything, we can try again," he grinned, kissing her lips then her neck.

Tracey giggled and squirmed as he wrapped his arms around her. "I love you too, Bucky," she said, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry too much, Tracey," he said, stroking her hair as he held her tightly. "I want us to be happy for our child. No matter what the baby will be, I will love it and you with all my heart," he said, kissing her head.

Thank you to the anon who sent in this prompt! I've finally caught up with my prompts and have finished my list! I think it's safe to say that I've gotten a little bit of my inspiration back. Also more good news, I'm off work for the next three days! WOO! Thank God I am tired and need to catch up on sleep haha.

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