I showered quickly, too tired to lay in a bathtub to 'relax'.
I changed into a pair of dark gray leggings, my favorite worn-out university sweater, and my favorite pair of fuzzy socks.
I could smell food wafting in the air as I made my way down the stairs.
"Bunny, I served you some soup… sit down and eat." He said with his back to me.
"I'm not very hungry…" I commented, as I sat down.
He turned around, setting the paddle down, before grabbing this bowl and sitting across from me.
I smiled at his offended expression, before looking around at his kitchen.
I've always loved his kitchen. It was a woman's wet dream. From marble black countertops, to black and dark wood cabinets. Stainless steel appliances…
Man, I fucking loved coming over here just to cook shit.
Bucky always complained when I did that, because that meant he had to go to the gym more days after work, during the week.
Seeing him now, cooking… let's just say I would totally let him plow me into next week on this counter if he wanted.
"Bunny, if you don't eat, I'm going to call my mom and tell her you don't like her special soup." He threatened.
I gaped at him, before narrowing my eyes at him as he smirked back.
The threat was real. I had no doubt about it.
He knew how to get me to eat by just mentioning anything that had to do with his parents.
He knew how much I loved them like they were my own.
Winnie Barnes was the sweetest woman, until you pissed her off. Then you were on her shit list, and no power in hell would get you off of there, unless of course, you were Bucky, the only boy the Barnes had.
George Barnes was a sweet man as well. Reminded me so much of my dad when I first met him. He's one of the most loyal, hard working men I've ever met. But, piss him off? And they wouldn't find your body.
"You. Wouldn't. Dare." I challenged, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Try me, Button." He replied in the same tone.
"Alright, I see how it is. I'll get you back for this..." I muttered, as I began to eat.
"That's what I thought…" he mumbled.
I rolled my eyes at him, quickly eating the soup before grabbing my phone off the counter.
"Happy?" I asked, shoving the bowl towards him and getting up to leave.
"No, you only ate a little bowl, Bunny. You need to eat more if you want to get better." He said, eyeing me concerned.
"Trust me, Bubs, I'll eat later if I get hungry. I want to sleep for now…" I replied, as I moved to the next room.
As I walked out, I sent a quick text to Rebecca, smirking as the phone rang.
"Later, Bubsy!" I called rushing off to my room and locking the door.
Bucky's POV:
I sighed, dropping my head into my hands as I watched Arie walk out of the kitchen.
She was sick, which worries me, but that was just one of the many things that had me worried.
For one, my lovely mother was being a larger pain in the ass than normal, complaining about us not giving her anymore grandchildren, yet another year. Telling me and my sisters that she wasn't getting any younger, and that she wouldn't be able to chase after them if we waited much longer.
Seriously, she isn't even that old, sixty five is young if you ask me.
I mean, what the hell was I supposed to do? I am not sticking my dick in some random chick just to get a kid. Besides I don't want to have kids with a random woman, I want to have kids with Arie.
Well, I want everything with her.
Call me a little bitch for saying this. But I could imagine having it all with her. Getting married, getting a house, having kids, the whole nine.
I wanted it all with her. But I knew I might have fucked up anything I had with her by acting like such a dick.
Even now as we spoke, she seemed hesitant to trust me or even see me.
I guess I deserved it. Even if I was feeling sorry about it. I deserved it.
As my phone began to ring, I dropped the bowls in the sink to rinse later, and turned to answer without looking at who was calling me.
Big mistake, and it bit me in the ass.
"Hello?" I grumbled, rubbing a hand over my face.
"What's this I hear that you and Arianna are still fighting?" Rebecca asked, annoyed.
"What?! No we're — *sigh*— that little shit." I muttered as I realized why she was smirking at me as she left the room.
Man, she loves fucking sicking my sisters on me to chew me out. With how protective they are of her, sometimes I wonder if I'm the adopted one in the family.
My family likes her better than me. Traitors.
"Look, we're not fighting, Rebecca. We simply had a misunderstanding, and we haven't cleared all of the air. She just got back from Monaco a few hours ago, and she has been feeling sick, so I made her something to eat and she went to get some rest just now…" I explained.
"You mean Great Aunt Ida's Chicken Soup Recipe?" She asked, amused.
"I thought it was mom's recipe?" I asked frowning, confused.
She cackled, "No, dumbass, the recipe is from mom's side of the family. The recipe is something mom makes when we're really sick." She explained.
Oh. Well, I feel stupid.
"Well, yeah, I made the recipe, she ate a small bowl and went to bed." I told her.
"Good boy. Do you know what she has?" She asked, concerned.
Ever the wonderful nurse that she is. Always worrying about all of us and our health.
I frowned, "Er, I think so. I mean I took her to urgent care earlier because she's been throwing up since last week. So, have I, actually…" I muttered the last part. "She told me it's a stomach bug, and an iron deficiency." I said, biting my lip.
"Hm… how long has she been throwing up?" She asked again.
"I already told you, for like a week or so." I repeated.
"Interesting… so, hey, why don't you get her some ginger ale?" She asked.
"I already did. We went to pick up her prescription earlier too. She is taking like four things for the iron deficiency, nausea, and a bunch of other shit I don't remember about." I grumbled.
"Like what?" She asked curiously.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to remember what I read on all the bottles earlier, before reciting the names to her, knowing if anyone would know Rebecca would.
"Something called folic acid, some small red iron tablets, a pre—natal tablet? I think that's what that shit is called… and I think calcium or some shit like that…" I recited.
"Holy shit! Are you sure? Hey Buck? I'll call you back. Oh, by the way... Keep making the soup, it'll help her…" she said before hanging up.
I stared at the phone, frowning and feeling completely lost. "What the fuck is wrong with her crazy ass now?" I muttered, sighing before turning to wash the bowls.
Once that was done, I cleaned up the rest of the dishes, counters and the stove, annoyed at myself for not doing it earlier.
I had only just sat down when I heard the front door open.
"Yo, Buck, is Ari here yet?" Sam asked.
I frowned, looking away from the television towards them. "She's upstairs, getting some rest now. Why?" I asked, raising a brow.
Sam shrugged, before turning to look at Steve. "No reason. Just curious. So listen, we got an interesting call earlier." Steve said as he sat down next to me.
I rolled my eyes at him, "Who called you?" I asked, lifting a brow at him.
"Becky." He replied without hesitation.
My face dropped into a frown. "Why the hell would she be calling your ass?" I asked, raising a brow.
"Quick question, before I answer. Have you and Arianna spoken since the fight?" He asked.
"No. Not completely. Why do you ask?" I asked, looking at him with a confused expression.
"Enough said, bro. We'll let you two talk." Sam said, smacking Steve in the arm, motioning for him to get up.
"What's going on? And why the hell are my sisters calling you two idiots?" I asked frowning.
"For the holidays, of course." Steve said, looking at the tv, a bit too interested in the show I was watching.
Though my sister's calling one of them to ask if they were attending wasn't unusual. That made sense, I guess.
"What about the holidays?" I asked.
"Are you and Arianna going to see your parents or is she spending it with Clint and Nat?" Sam asked.
"She's going to Clint and Nat's. She is going there on Wednesday." I replied, dropping my head back.
"Wait, so she's not going to see Momma Barnes this year?" Sam asked, shocked.
"Not for Thanksgiving. She said she was coming for Christmas though. But she was staying the twenty-fourth with her brother." I replied, closing my eyes.
"Buck, why haven't you two made your relationship official?" Steve asked, suddenly.
"We only just started dating…" I pointed out.
"Dude, leave him alone." Sam said, smacking him again.
"Why? What are you two doing for the holidays?" I asked, ignoring the knowing look they kept exchanging as I worried about Arie and her health.
"Well, I'm going to see my parents. Probably for the weekend..." Steve said.
"I'm heading home to see my folks and Sara and her boys." Sam said.
I nodded, "That's good to know. Why are you two acting more like idiots than usual?" I asked them.
"We're just curious." Sam said before Steve sat up and turned to look at me.
"What?" I asked, reaching to touch my face, to check that I didn't shave anything on it.
"So, Bucky is Ariana really pregnant?" Steve asked, slapping a hand over his mouth.
Sam's jaw dropped before he recovered himself and smacked Steve in the back of the head. "Dude! Shut the hell up!"
My head snapped in his direction, however, before I could say anything we all heard a loud squeal before a thump and someone rushing up the stairs.
"What the fuck was that…?" I murmured, "Hang on, I have to go see if she's ok. When I get back, you two dipshits better explain to me what the fuck all of this is about." I said rushing out of my seat and out of the room to follow her up the stairs to see if she was okay.