Sam decided to drop by after the call, to personally take the list of doctors he knew around town.

He and Bucky went out to talk for a while before he left with the promise of coming back another day.

While they were outside, I made the call and got an appointment to see the doctor for the following morning.

Finding nothing else to do, I slowly made my way down the stairs and laid down on the couch. Falling asleep before I realized it.

Six Months Later:

"Woah, hey! Easy." I heard as Bucky rushed into the room, as I balanced myself on the step ladder, while I tried to remove the dust off top of the shelves in the lounge room.

"Bucky, I'm fine. Just—just let me finish dusting this, and I promise I'll sit down." I muttered, as I heard him rush over, lifting me off the ladder and setting me down on my feet.

"Arie, seriously, you can't keep doing that, baby. You're going to end up falling over. Your balance isn't exactly the best, right now." He said as he grabbed the rag from my hands and finished what I was doing.

"James, you're starting to piss me off." I groaned, moving past him to climb again when I noticed he missed the corner by the eave.

"That's too bad, my love." He said as he hopped off the ladder, setting it back to where it originally was, before turning to look at me. "Now, come on, Sam, and everyone else are waiting for us." He said, as he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around before guiding me away from the wall.

"I can't believe we actually managed to hide this from everyone for almost six months…" I murmured, amused.

"Well, we did just basically leave without a look back. Hell, Charlie and Clint haven't visited because you told them you want to be left alone." He said, smirking at me.

Becca and Jamie looked up at us as we got to their playroom.

"Momma?" She asked me, curiously.

I nodded, and slowly sat down in the chair, to go down to her level, smiling at her.

They were almost three years old, and surprised the hell out of us, when they slowly began to talk. Abnormally so.

Though they still struggled with some words, they could speak well enough that we understood them clearly.

Bucky had even gone as far as to begin teaching them to speak Russian, Romanian, and a few other languages.

"Easy." Bucky warned as he helped me settle in.

"Are Unca Sammy and Auntie Sara gonna be hew soon?" She asked as she looked up at me.

"Yes, princess." I said as I smoothed down her curls.

Jamie frowned, "And Unca Stevie and Unca Tony?" He asked, looking up from his lap.

"They'll all be here soon," Bucky promised, smiling at them.

"How come we never see them in person, Poppa?" Becca asked him, frowning.

Bucky smiled at her, sighing, "Well, I wanted to keep your little brother or sister a secret." Bucky explained.

"Why?" Jamie asked, looking up at us with his big blue eyes shining with curiosity.

"Well, because Mommy and Daddy wanted it to be a surprise for everybody, and wanted to keep us safe." He said.

"Are we safe now?" Becca asked as she and Jamie exchanged a concerned look.

"Yes, we are, princess." Bucky replied, with a smile.

She nodded, getting up and walking over to him before sitting in his lap.

I watched the exchange, with a smile.

They were both almost three years old, yet growing like weeds. Rebecca's curly chocolate brown hair had turned auburn, and her eyes were a pretty blue green that resembled my own. Jamie's hair began to curl as well, and was the same dark brown as his father's. He is a miniature copy of Bucky.

"Momma, will Unca Lee and Unca Clint be here too?" Jamie asked.

Bucky bit his lip as he tried not to laugh.

"Yes, they will. Now, why don't we start heading over to Uncle Sam's house?" He asked as he got up with Becca in his arms.

"Okay." Becca said, frowning.

Jamie nodded as I moved to get up, frowning when Bucky quickly moved across the room and pulled me to my feet.

"Why is momma wearing that?" He asked, looking at me with a frown.

I looked down, frowning, as I stared down at my navy blue, large, oversized cable-knit sweater, and black maternity ripped jeans. "A sweater?" I asked, frowning, as I adjusted the elastic band on the jeans a little.

"No, that." He pointed at the elastic band.

"Oh, that's to keep your brother or sister nice and cozy in mommy's belly." I explained.

"Will it hurt them?" He asked.

"No, buddy. It won't." Bucky said as he guided both kids out of the door.

I sighed as I watched them leave.

"Don't forget your shoes, milaya." He called back.

"That only happened once, let it go!" I called back, frowning as I walked down the hall, and pulled on my black fluffy booties.

It was a bit cold out, with it being so close to Christmas.

Bucky had asked Sam to host a little gathering with everyone at his home. Which, Sam agreed, with the condition that Bucky told him why we had decided to move down here so abruptly.

Of course, we only told him what we had told Steve about a mole infiltrating

HQ. But he knew something else was going on, I managed to get him to agree to hold off on the questions until after dinner, then we would answer everything.

It worked, so far.

Now, as I slowly made my way out of our home, the baby wouldn't stop kicking.

I groaned when I finally made it to the truck, frowning as I lifted myself in.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Bucky asked after he sat in the driver's side.

I sighed, grabbing his right hand and placing it on my stomach to show him.

"Woah. What's got the little tyke so active?" He asked as he slowly maneuvered out of the driveway.

"Beats me." I groaned as I felt the baby stretch again.

"Hey, bud, cool it, you're hurting momma." He said as he rubbed my stomach, before returning his hand to the steering wheel.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Do I look bigger to you? Or is it just me?" I asked.

He looked at me for a moment before sighing and looking at the road. "You look beautiful, my love." He whispered.

I pouted, before looking out the window.

He never said anything to get me mad anymore. Always sweet, and adorable. It was driving me insane.

"What did you want me to say?" He asked, amused.

"That I do." I grumbled.

"The doctor said that the baby is growing, you're tiny compared to the pictures that I've seen when you were pregnant with the twins." He replied with a shrug.

"I know, I remember, I was there. But I feel familiar with this feeling." I replied, running my hand over my stomach lightly.

"How?" He asked.

"I don't know. I can't place my finger on it… Maybe, I'm just being weird again…" I murmured shrugging.

He hmm'd in response, "Maybe you're just nervous about everyone finding out." He said.

"That could be it too…" I whispered, subconsciously rubbing my stomach again.

"It'll be fine, angel. I'll be there by your side." He promised.

"I guess that's an improvement…" I muttered, causing him to laugh amused in response.