He stared at me, dumbfounded, his jaw going slack, for a moment before his eyes widened a bit, before they rolled to the back of his head, falling back limpy onto the bed.
"Oh my God! Bucky?!" I cried out, crawling towards him, making sure he was still breathing, before getting off the bed.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" I muttered, rushing into the bathroom in search of some alcohol.
I found the familiar large, plastic bottle in the medicine cabinet, before rushing back into the room.
I slowly uncapped it, before lifting his head, and wedging my legs under his head to prop him up. "Come on, Barnes, wake up, you big oaf. Stop scaring the shit out of me." I muttered as I stuck the bottle under his nose, causing him to groan and wince away before his head lolled to the side again.
"Jeez. Wake up you big baby!" I muttered, smacking his face twice, hoping to get a reaction out of him, I did after smacking him harder before.
"Fuck! Ow! What the hell was that for? Wait, why is everything spinning? What the hell happened?" He groaned, reaching up to touch his face.
"You passed out, you moron…" I replied, laughing at him.
"Ouch. You're such a little shit..." He groaned, reaching up to run a hand over his face.
"Hey, what did I do? I was just trying to help you." I muttered, frowning.
I watched him continue to rub his face before looking back at me, a careful expression on his face.
"Are you really pregnant, Button?" He asked me.
I nodded, biting my lip, before looking towards the window, and then back at him.
He sighed, struggling to sit up before settling for propping himself up on his elbows. "How far along are you?" He asked.
"Almost the full eight weeks…" I murmured.
"So, about two months." He said, nodding to himself.
I nodded, wordlessly, as my stomach twisted in anticipation of his reaction.
"Ok, so what do you want to do?" He asked, looking at me.
He was waiting for me to make a decision. He thought I wouldn't want to keep it… Silly man.
I almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation before pulling my legs up to my chest.
"I'm keeping the baby, Bucket." I stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I watched as his shoulders sagged in relief, before he nodded, and slowly sat up, and turned towards me. "What— what are we going to do about you and me? What's going to happen with us?" He asked.
"Well, that's entirely up to you, James. If you want anything to happen between us, you can't just shut me out like you did the morning after we hooked up. I deserve better than that, and so does this baby." I replied, as my stomach churned, as I moved my hand down and tried to rub the feeling away.
His eyes flickered to the movement, following it to my stomach, before he sighed, nodding in response,"You're right, Bunny. Look, I sort of panicked after you got in the shower, thinking you'd regret it. So, I left and tried to avoid you, hoping you wouldn't hate me too much. It's also my fault that we fought, and I was a dick to you when you threw that coffee on me. I deserved that too." He admitted.
I let out a little laugh before nodding in agreement. "That you did." I confirmed, smirking. "We could start over but that means you can't act like an overprotective fool." I finally said.
"The only reason I behaved like that was because of the comments your dickheaded ex boyfriend made. He can't talk to women like that. Especially not you." He said, giving me a meaningful look.
I sighed looking away as I tried not to think of what I found out about that asshole and what he did while I was away.
"Well, we won't have to worry about him anymore, Buck." I quietly said, looking down at my feet, wiggling my toes.
"We won't?" He asked, confused.
I nodded in response, "Mhm. Tony fired him after finding him and Barry going at it in the copy room." I whispered, leaning back.
As I did, his gaze went to my stomach.
My stomach wasn't all that flat anymore, but had a slightest curve to it, my chest was sore, and my back hurt a lot.
"Are you serious?" He asked, frowning.
"Yes. Tony has a strict no fraternization rule. Well, at least not in the office, after that it doesn't matter." I explained.
"Well, well, fuck me well. I never would have thought that pasty ass Spencer swung both ways..." He commented, making me laugh.
"It happened while we were in Monaco. Call it — call it sweet justice." I muttered with a shrug.
He snorted, nodding in agreement. "Oh, it's more than sweet justice, Bunny. I can now hunt his pasty ass down and kick his ass for what he did to you." He said, smiling evilly.
My smile faded as I remembered what else that bastard did.
"What's wrong, Bunny?" He asked, reaching over and tapping my foot with his finger tips.
"He also sold Howard, Buck." I whispered, as I tried to swallow the knot that formed in my throat.
"What really?" He asked, surprised, sitting up.
I nodded, trying not to cry. "Lacy told me he sold him, and that he also poisoned my other dog…" I whispered.
"Does she have proof of what she told you?" He asked, concerned.
"She was there when he did it. She said he was going to kill Howard but decided he couldn't afford it so he sold him. I can't find him. He had the chip removed before he sold him." I muttered, looking down.
"Oh, Bunny, I'm so sorry." He said moving closer and pulling me into his arms.
I could feel the tears that I had been holding back finally brim over as he pulled me into his chest.
"T-Tony said he's working on it. He already pressed charges. Lacy said she is willing to speak as a witness, but this could take a while." I muttered, trying not to sob.
"I'll help with whatever I can, Bunbun. You know that." He said, holding me to him.
I nodded trying not to sniffle as my stomach began to grumble again, and I wiped away the fallen tears.
"I know, it's just, I never even got to say goodbye… I had him since he was a puppy and now I don't know where he is or if he is ok…" I murmured into his chest.
"Don't worry, Button. We'll find him. We will. The best thing we can do is hope. And for now, we need to get the two of you fed." Bucky said as he tried to pull me to my feet.
"But I'm not hungry." I muttered, pouting, and sniffling.
"Our kid is. So, come on, Button. You both need to eat." He said, groaning when I didn't move.
I let out a surprised laugh at how casual he's being about the news, before leaning back.
"Oh, for the love of—" He mumbled, under his breath before lifting me in his arms, bridal style, and making his way out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.