Tracey walked down the hall towards the living room, a book in hand. She sighed. She was finally done helping Pepper with some files and now had time to herself. Well, herself and the baby. She placed a hand on her growing stomach and smiled fondly at the bump. She was already five months into her pregnancy. She was enjoying every minute of it. Actually, enjoying as much as she could. She hated the morning sickness at the beginning and the fact that she couldn't go running in the afternoon anymore was a bit annoying. And then there was the fact that she had to go shopping for new clothes every time she got a bit bigger. It was a bit troublesome, but she loved the little girl in her belly.

Upon entering the living room, Tracey huffed. There was another annoying thing about being pregnant. Bucky…

She was greeted by her husband smiling at her as he was putting some dishes away into the cupboards.

"Hey, doll," he said, walking over to her and planting a kiss on her cheek. "How are my girls?"

Tracey smiled lightly at him as he placed a hand on her stomach, smiling fondly at it. "We're good. I just got done with some work and came to read a little," she said, waving the book in her hand. "What are you doing?" she asked as she took a seat on the couch.

"Just cleaning around the kitchen," Bucky stated as he grabbed the trash out of the trash can, tying the bag off.

"Do you need any help?" Tracey asked, peeking over her shoulder at him.

"No, don't worry about it," he said, shaking his head. "I just want you to relax. I've got this."

"Okay, but just let me know if you need anything," she said, turning back to her book.

It was quiet in the room as Tracey contently read her book and Bucky bustled about the room, cleaning. It was about ten minutes later when Tracey closed the book and began to get up. Bucky noticed this and rushed over to her.

"You don't have to get up. Do you need something?" he asked, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from getting up any further.

"I'm just getting up to get some tea," she stated, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Just sit. I can make you some," he offered, smiling at her.

"It's fine, I can get it. I need to stretch my legs anyways," she said, laughing lightly.

"Let me help you up then," he said, carefully helping her up.

Tracey wanted to say that she could get up on her own, but closed her mouth. Even if she said something, Bucky would have retaliated with a comment about him being more than happy to help. She made her way to the kitchen as Bucky went to the laundry room when the dyer buzzed. Tracey gathered up the kettle, tea bag, and mug, setting to work on filling the kettle. Once that was on the stove she felt a hand stop hers as she reached up to grab a mug from one of the cabinets.

Bucky smiled at her as he handed her the mug. "Here you go," he said, kissing her cheek.

Tracey gave a small smile, taking the mug from him. She fixed the mug with the tea bag, before going back to the couch, knowing that it would be a while for the water to boil. In a split second Bucky was at her side helping her onto the couch. She sighed once he went back to the laundry. She asked if he needed help with it a minute later only to receive "Don't worry, I've got this" as a reply. Another few minutes later the kettle began to whistle, signaling that the water was ready. Tracey got up to get it only to be stopped by Bucky.

"I've got it. You can re-" Bucky began but was interrupted by Tracey groaning.

"I swear to God, Bucky! I will throw you out a window if you keep fussing over me! I'm just getting up to get my tea. I'm not going on some deadly mission!"

Bucky blinked, taken aback by his wife's sudden outburst. It was quiet between the two for a few seconds, the only sound in the room coming from the whistling kettle. Tracey chewed her cheek as she stared at him, wishing that she hadn't yelled. But she was glad she did, she couldn't take not doing anything.

"Bucky, I'm sorry, it's just that…" She sighed. "I just hate not being able to help around here. I appreciate you doing all this for me, I really do. I hate doing nothing," she said, looking up at him with apologetic eyes.

Her husband sighed and ran a hand through his hair, nodding. "You're right. I'm sorry, Trace. I'm just worried. I'm excited for the baby, I just don't want anything to happen."

Tracey smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Nothing's going to happen, sweetie. I'm not doing anything dangerous. I can easily help clean and make dinner and anything else I usually do."

Bucky smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I know, darling. I just want you to be able to relax. Even when you're pregnant you overwork yourself. I want you to be able to have a break and just have time to yourself."

"What about us? You don't want to spend time together anymore now that I'm fat?" she teased.

The super soldier laughed. "No, I want to spend every minute with you and that baby. Even if you are fat," he mocked.

"Then how about we make dinner together?" she asked, smiling up at him.

"Sounds like a plan," he said, kissing her.

Thank you to the anon who requested a cute moment with Bucky and pregnant Tracey. I've actually had this idea in my head for the longest time since I first started Winter is Ending. I really wanted to have Tracey threaten him for always fussing over her even though she'd be the last person to be able to throw him out a window! I hope you liked it!

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