Ari's PoV:
Two Days Later:
I sat pouting as I swung my legs back and forth as I sat on the examination table after getting dressed again.
"Come on, stop pouting, Bunny. It wasn't that bad." Bucky said as he stood leaning against the wall.
"You would be pouting too if something was shoved up your uter— oh wait. You don't have a uterus. What does that mean again?" I asked, sweetly.
He sighed, "That my opinion is irrelevant." He muttered, rolling his eyes at me.
"Good, Bubsy." I cooed, rolling my eyes as the doctor walked back in.
As I rubbed my hands down my arms, trying not to shiver from the cold.
"Miss. Barton?" She asked.
"Yes?" I replied, smoothing down the nonexistent wrinkles on my sweater, as I looked up.
"We have a few questions about both of your family histories. Can you two follow me to my office please?" She asked.
I nodded, as Bucky stepped forward to help me off the examination table.
I mumbled a quick 'thank you' before grabbing my bag, before he grabbed my hand and we followed the doctor out the door towards her office.
"Why does this feel like we're in highschool going to the principal's office?" He whispered with a smile.
"I have no idea." I whispered back, biting back a smile.
As we walked into the office, I looked at the wall, littered with certifications, and awards, and pictures of the doctor with the new parents and babies.
Yeah, nothing like a principal's office.
(Two Hours Later):
"Honestly, James, I can not believe you asked that to the doctor!" I groaned, as we walked out of the office.
"Well, it was a perfectly logical question." He replied, shrugging.
"Asking the doctor 'if we have sex will the baby get poke or something?' Is not logical, you horny bastard." I imitated him before I laughed as he rolled eyes at me.
"Come on, Bunny, you know you wanted to ask that." He said, poking my side lightly as he helped me into the passenger's seat before walking around the front of the car and getting into the driver's seat.
"Bubs, sex is that last thing on my mind right now." I replied, groaning as my stomach grumbled.
He sighed, reaching over and missingry hair, before leaning over to kiss my forehead, smiling as he turned to start the car. "You two hungry, babydoll?" He asked.
I nodded, chewing my lip as he pulled back.
"What do you want to eat?" He asked me, leaning back in the seat.
"Some Chinese?" I asked, licking my lips.
He sighed, nodding, before making his way out of the parking lot. "Chinese it is, Bunny." He whispered, shaking his head.
A short time later,we arrived at Yang's Golden Palace. My favorite Chinese place.
We waited to be seated for ten minutes, before being led to a booth located near the back.
"Oh, come on, doll. I was just curious." He said after the waiter took our drink orders.
I rolled my eyes at him, scoffing as I lifted the menu to decide what I wanted to eat.
It seemed nowadays all I could stomach drinking was juice or Sprite and water. But everyone now and then, a craving came allowing me to eat just enough.
"What do you feel like eating, Bun?" He asked.
I sighed, fighting the sudden exhaustion I was beginning to feel before turning to look at him. "I don't know." I whispered.
"Do you want to just make the order to go, and head home? We can eat in the second living room, while watching a movie." He suggested.
I sighed, smiling up at him, before nodding.
"Great, what do you want?" He asked as he waved down the waiter.
I sighed before dropping the menu and pointing at what I wanted.
"Good choice, doll." He said as the waiter nodded, writing down my decision before going to put in the order.
Thirty minutes later, we grabbed the large box with our order and drove home.
"You're sleepy. Aren't you?" He asked as I yawned.
"No. What gave you that idea?" I asked, drowsily, before I covered my mouth to hide the yawn that exited my mouth.
"Well, the fact that you keep falling asleep everywhere is a dead giveaway." He replied, smirking at me as we drove home.
I yawned again, sighing and leaning back onto the seat. "There's no denying it. I am exhausted. My back hurts, my boobs ache, and my clothes are starting to tighten, oh and my nose is giving a perminent headache." I muttered pouting.
He raised a brow as he turned onto the street. "Why don't you just go buy some bigger clothes, or maternity clothes?" He asked, eyeing me.
"I don't want people to know yet." I mumbled.
"So, then how are you dealing with that little dilema?" He asked, lifting a brow at me.
"Well, some of my pants are jeggings, meaning they're stretchable material. And I guess some of the blouses I have, have a loose fit to them, so I should be able to hide it until sometime after Christmas." I replied.
He hummed, as he pulled into the parking lot, and parked the car.
"When are we telling everyone?" He asked as he took the box of food.
"We're not." I replied as I hopped out.
He met me by the back of the car, with a confused expression. "Why aren't we telling anyone?" He asked me as I locked the car and began walking towards the elevator.
"Because the moment your mother, Nattie, and Melina see me. They'll know. Though they won't say anything until we do… which is a good thing." I replied, as I pressed the button to call it down.
I gave him an exasperated sigh when the confused expression stayed on his face.
"How are you so sure my mother will know when she sees you?" He asked me, amused as we stepped onto the elevator.
I scoffed, shaking my head at him. "Please, James. Your mother took one look at me two years ago and realized something was wrong. What makes you think she won't know I'm pregnant, with your child, no less?" I asked.
He sighed. "That was my fault. So, you may be wrong on this." He said.
"It was only your fault because your ass doesn't know how to talk quietly." I reminded him as we reached the penthouse and walked in.
He sighed as he went towards the kitchen.
I stood by the entrance, slipping off my coat and hanging it up before making my way towards the kitchen.
By the time I made it to the kitchen, Bucky had already served me some food in a bowl and was serving himself some as well.
He nodded towards the bowl, before giving me a Snapple, and picked up a can of Coke and his bowl.
I sighed, picking up the bowl, forks, and my juice before following him down the hall to the movie room.
"What movie do you want to watch?" He asked me as he set down his food on the coffee table, before moving towards the wall full of shelves, which held all our favorite movies.
"Surprise me?" I asked, yawning.
He nodded, pulling out one of the movies and sliding it into the BluRay player.
He chuckled as he walked back and sat down next to me.
"Which movie did you put on?" I asked, as I bit into one of the veggie rolls on my plate.
He smirked at me, "The Wedding Date." He replied laughing when I gasped and smacked his arm with my veggie roll, crushing it.
"Seriously?" I asked, shoving the rest of the veggie roll into my mouth.
"Reminds me of when Nat and Clint got married." He replied with a shrug.
I snorted at him as the movie stared. "Why..?" I asked him.
"Oh, no reason." He whispered, as he continued chuckling under his breath.
I ignored his amusement, turning to watch the movie, smiling as I continued to eat.
When I finished eating, I downed half of the juice, before sighing and laying back on the couch.
I always loved his couch because everytime I would come over he would change the way it was. Like right now, it was one of those large couches you could lay in and not fall over.
I almost gasped when he pulled out a throw blanket as he laid down next to me, pulling me towards him as he did.
"Are you cold?" He asked me.
I smiled looking at him, "No, not anymore." I whispered, wiggling into a better position to watch the movie.
"Good." He whispered. "Have you taken all the pills yet?" He asked me.
"Yes, after breakfast, before we left for the doctor's appointment." I murmured as my lids began to feel heavy.
"Good. Is the nausea one helping you?" He asked.
I wrinkled my nose, "Yes, but I feel more tired now…" I whispered.
"It'll pass." He promised.
"I know…" I sighed, yawning and closing my eyes.