Ariana's POV:
I should have stayed in bed.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Eavesdropping on people's conversations like this.
So, these morons are talking about holiday plans when Steve, fucking asks Bucky if I'm pregnant. Who the fuck told them that I'm— Holy shit!
She didn't.
"Fucking Rebecca, I'm going to kick your ass when I fucking see you. I swear to God." I mumbled as I tried to quietly go back to my room only for me to bump into the table that is in the fucking hallway, causing me to let out a squeal.
"Damn it to hell!" I mumbled as I tripped my way up the stairs and to my room, locking the door behind me.
When I walked in, I snatched my phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?"
"Rebecca Julia Barnes! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yelled.
"Well, hello to you too, sissy dear."
"Becca!" I growled.
"What? What did I do now?" She asked innocently.
"You blabbed to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb that I'm pregnant, you little bitch!" I growled.
"Ok, first of all, that wasn't me. That was Olivia. Second of all, I stopped her and the other two from blabbing to anyone else." She replied, with an edge.
"Seriously, you girls didn't even wait to confirm with me before blabbing to everyone. What if I wasn't pregnant?" I asked.
"Well, we would have apologized, and made it up to you… it's a mistake anyone can make ..." She answered honestly.
"I am so angry with you right now. You wouldn't believe all the energy it's taking me not to drive to your house and wring your necks." I growled.
"I'm sorry, Arie." She said, "But in my defense… Nevermind, I'll just get you madder than you already are." She mumbled.
"Seriously, how did your nosy ass find out in the first place?" I asked, as I sat down on the bed, cross legged.
"My brother called and asked me what folic acid, and prenatals are…" she said laughing.
I snorted, of course he saw what the bottles said. Damn his good eyesight.
"Ugh. He can be a bit of a dunce sometimes can't he?" I muttered, shaking my head. "Did you tell him?" I asked, biting my lip nervously.
"No. I didn't. I hung up on him." She snorted.
"Then, does he know or not?" I asked.
"No. Wait. So, you're not denying it?" She asked, surprised.
I shook my head, before realizing that she couldn't see me, and groaned before verbally replying. "No. There's no point in denying it. You'll all find out eventually… But look, I just found out today. I mean, I haven't even gotten my head wrapped around the idea…" I replied.
The idea seemed a bit far fetched to me. Bucky is one of my best friends, how did I end up getting feeling towards him, and sleeping with him?
Oh, dear god. I am pregnant, and with Bucky's child.
If someone had told me a year ago that I would be in this situation, I would have laughed in their face. But now, as I sat here talking to his sister, no less, about it. I felt a little less scared, and stressed.
"You do realize that you two wouldn't be in this situation if my brother had wrapped something of his, right?" She interrupted my thoughts.
"He did. The fucking condom broke before we finished." I dryly replied.
"Ugh. Of course, it did. Fate, you fickle bitch... So, does that mean you two made it official?" She asked hopefully.
"No. I mean, we only just admitted to having feelings for each other… and this situation happened because we got drank too much. We still need to clear the air..." I told her. "Who exactly knows about this?" I asked her.
I heard her clear her throat three times before humming.
"Rebecca Julia Bar—!" I growled.
"Oh alright, I'll tell you… Jesus Christ...only my sisters and I know, well, besides Sam and Steve…" She admitted, quietly.
"Well he might as well know now…" I groaned. "Thanks a lot, Rebecca." I muttered sarcastically.
"I'm so sorry, Ari… But we'll let you tell mom and dad." She promised.
"If anyone else finds out, and I didn't tell them, I swear on all holy I'll tell Bucky why you and Steve are so close." I threatened.
"You wouldn't dare…" She gasped.
"Try me, bitch." I challenged her.
"Fucking hell, fine. Jeez. You're so scary when you're angry." She muttered.
"Whatever. Keep those big lips zipped, Barnes, or you already know what I'll do. No one will save you from my wrath, not even your brother." I promised.
"Alright. Alright. I promise. Will we be seeing you next week?" She asked, hopefully.
"Maybe the day after… Nat's family is coming in from Wisconsin and she wants me to be there." I said, sighing.
The sound of plastic rustling, and a crash caused me to frown as I listened to her.
"Aw, poo…" She ground out, sounding disappointed.
"Poo? Did you pass a kid or something?" I asked, snorting, amused.
"No, bitch! Oh, fucking damn it! I'm trying— I'm trying not to cuss. My niece or nephew are listening too, you know?" She reminded me.
I snorted, then began laughing uncontrollably. "You do realize your brother cusses way more than you do, right? He can probably put a few sailors to shame…" I snorted.
She groaned in response, "Oh yeah… I totally forgot about that …" She said, grumbling. "Well, as soon as you tell everyone, I'm having an intervention. We all need to change the way we speak if little innocent ears will be present around us soon." She told me seriously.
"Rebecca, there is no freaking way your brother is going to agree to stop cursing… he'll stress over it…'' I said, cackling.
"Oh, I'll make him, trust me…" she promised.
I shook my head at her, amused, before I remembered what I heard earlier.
"Steve already spilled the beans to your brother… so, I think he may either suspect, or he knows already…" I finally said.
"Dammit Steven…" She groaned.
A knock suddenly came from the door, as I listened to her mutter under her breath the ways she was going to kill him.
"You don't hurt him, Becca. He's going to be important." I sighed as I got up to open the door.
"I'll kill him, I swear it." She argued.
"Oh please, are you sure you can get rid of your boy toy? You've been messing around with him for three years now… can you imagine not seeing him again? Or not being with him ever again?" I asked her, smirking as I gestured for Bucky to come in.
"Why do you always have to be right?" She complained.
"Because I think before I do anything. Always do. I don't just do something to do it. I have to look at all the angles and possibilities… It would be wise if you did that too from now on." I suggested.
She grumbled again, "When did having fun turn into possibly liking someone? I thought we were just having fun, but now I think I like him, as more than a friend. I don't like that..." She complained.
"Don't stress too much over it, Becs. It tends to happen sometimes. You two should probably talk about that though. Pull your heads out of your asses and talk like adults." I suggested as I sat back down on the bed.
"Smart words for someone who is also in the same situation..." She quipped.
"Hey, at least, I'm not denying it. I know what I feel. Can you say the same, Becky dear?" I countered, smirking when she stayed quiet. "I thought so… Look, I'll talk to you after you get out of work. Call or come over, whatever you want." I said.
Bucky raised a brow as he sat down next to me, silently asking who I was talking to.
"I think I'll go over. Where are you staying?" She asked.
I mouthed who I was talking to, smirking at his surprised expression.
"I'm staying at your brother's place. Before you say anything else, I'm already looking for my own place…" I said as Bucky raised a brow.
"Why bother? You'll just end up there again." She snarked.
"Shut your nosy ass up. I'll see you later so we can finish talking. Now, get your ass back to work, Barnes." I snipped before hanging up.
After hanging up, I dropped the phone on the bed next to me and laid back.
"What's wrong, Button?" He asked me, as he laid down next to me.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just really tired. Oh, and Rebecca wants me to go see her the day after Thanksgiving so, guess where I'm going to on Black Friday?" I asked, with fake enthusiasm.
"She got you to go see my parents?" He asked surprised, as he lifted his head to look at me.
"Yup." I said popping the 'p'.
"Oh...You don't have to do that, Bunny." He said, looking at me, concerned.
I smiling, before looking back towards the ceiling. "I know I don't, but it's been a while since I have seen all your family. I sort of miss them. I want to go." I explained with a shrug.
"Are you sure?" He asked, with a small smile.
"It's a two hour drive, Bubs. It'll be fine." I muttered, rolling my eyes at him. "I've done it dozens of times." I pointed out.
"Yes, but you weren't sick when you did it. You being sick, alone, and driving is enough to worry me." He replied sitting up.
I groaned, shaking my head at him. If he was acting like this now, when all I have is a little nausea, I can only imagine how protective he's going to be once he finds out I'm pregnant.
"Button, you stopped on the side of the road to throw up earlier, and you threw up so much you practically fainted in my arms." He pointed out, raising a brow at me.
"James, I'm not sick!" I finally said.
He turned to look at me, brow furrowed, tilting his head to the side. "You—you're not?" He asked, in disbelief.
"You can stop acting like you don't know, James… I heard Steve tell you earlier." I said, moving away from him.
"Arie, I hardly pay attention to half the dumb shit that flies out of his mouth. Besides, I'm more worried about you being sick…" He explained, with a worried expression.
I stared at him, unsure if I should be annoyed, angry, or surprised at him for being so distracted.
"You should have paid more attention to what your friends said, James. He was right. I am pregnant." I finally said, sitting up.