When Natasha leans in to kiss him, he closes his eyes and accepts it and when she breaks, he runs a hand through her hair.
"Don't gotta thank me for being who I am," Bucky assures her. "But you'll be a good mom. Maybe it'll take a minute to figure it out but I've never been a dad either - it'll be new for me too. Being an uncle and being a dad are really different. I'm used to giving kids back at the end of the day."
"We're gonna do it all together, okay? You don't have to do this one alone."
"Okay." Natasha took a slow breath, then let it out. "As long as we're together." And I'm not alone. It felt weird to ask, but she did anyway. "Can...want to go to bed now?" Even though they'd spent the entire day in it. Natasha felt she could sleep for another twelve hours.
Then, because she was just so damn tired, she heard herself say, "...and would you carry me?" As soon as she said it, she wanted to take it back, because wasn't it horribly unfair to saddle him with her own burdens after such a spectacular brawl?
"Of course we can go to bed," Bucky says. He shifts onto his knees to gather her up into his arms and when he stands, it's easy to carry her into the other room. Pregnant or not, Natasha weighs hardly anything, and it isn't difficult to carry her across the hall to his bed and let her down gently into it.
"And your feet don't have to touch the ground this whole pregnancy if you don't want them to. I live to serve."
Bucky strips off the t-shirt and sweats he'd put on after his shower and tosses them toward the hamper before sliding in beside her. "Cuddle up. You earned it."
Natasha hadn't bothered with a bra when getting dressed earlier, but had no qualm about shedding her sweater and pants and slipping between the covers in only her underwear, and willingly maneuvered about to nestle in her fiancé's arms as they settled together. The patio doors were still open, and a cool Pacific breeze wafted the sheer curtains, billowing across the bed and causing a slight shiver. But she relished it, lying warm in Bucky's embrace.
"...just hold me," she whispered, nose pressed against his neck. This was better than arguing, definitely. Her stomach gave a gurgle, but by God, Natasha was determined that this kid could just chill out and go to sleep, because his mother was absolutely not moving from this warm nest until well after sunrise tomorrow.
"We'll sleep in and then do some wedding planning. Does that sound good to you?"
Natasha feels warm and content in his arms and Bucky honestly thinks he could go his whole life without moving but he knows they have shit to do and people to see so as much as he wants to stay here forever, he's not going to get the opportunity.
His promise made her laugh, just a soft shake of bare shoulders. Natasha stirred lightly, lifting her head to lean her forehead against Bucky's chin. "That a promise? Because I was thinking of having a truckload of flowers, some obnoxious pink lace, pink chiffon carpet, and purple wall hangings in silk and satin."
Ridiculous, but the visual did make her chuckle quietly. "Cover the entire church in Pepto-pink. And then the reception in lime green and maroon."
"Hell yeah. As long as I can have a dj playing house music the whole time," Bucky says, grinning even though she's tucked in against his chest. "And beer for everyone except you - we'll get you a virgin margarita or something so you can join in. Actually - margaritas for everyone. It goes with the lime green."
It's a ridiculous conversation but he loves it, too, because he knows it's making Natasha smile and anything that makes her smile makes him happy too. It's all he ever wants, to make her happy, and he hates that he keeps fucking that up.
Natasha couldn't help the giggle, voicing her next thought. "Can you see your sisters and your mother in those loud pink dresses? I don't they'd ever forgive us." Although she did have a serious idea about what colors her fiancé would look wonderful in; perhaps a silver-gray, to compliment his dark hair, tanned skin, and it would make his eyes a brilliant electric blue...hm. Yes.
"Have you thought about where to actually have the wedding? And the reception? The house is large enough for either, or both, really. Although, weather permitting, a bonfire down on the beach sounds amazing."
"I was thinking about the beach but if you want somewhere else, we can do that too. We should probably have a weather contingency plan," Bucky says, tapping his chin while he thinks. "Because we should have great weather, we always do, but if something happens we're still gonna want to get married on the day."
They don't get a lot of rain in California but it is a little more common close to the ocean than it is inland. Bucky would hate to have to reschedule a whole outside wedding because they had no backup plan.
"So the backup plan can just be the house, if that's okay?"
"Of course." She paused, then lifted her head to look at him quizzically. "Won't your Catholic parents prefer a church for the actual wedding? I thought I overheard her saying something to your dad about that the other day. It's perfectly fine with me, and it might actually go over very well with the press. More authenticity, that sort of thing."
Resituating her head beneath Bucky's chin, Natasha added, "Their church isn't all that far, it shouldn't be too much of a chore to relocate after the service. And if we have the reception here or down on the beach, it'll be that much closer to home. So to speak."
"I mean, we could have a priest come down to the beach but if you want it in a church, sure. It's our wedding," Bucky says, shrugging. "I don't care what the press says about my wedding. It's none of their business. I'm doing what we want, not what looks good for them."
Bucky has figured out that what he wants in this probably doesn't matter much since weddings are the bride's territory so maybe he should just go along with Natasha and not argue it.
"It would be pretty in a church," Natasha mused quietly. "But it would also be beautiful on the beach, too." If a bit cliché, but, when in California. "Which would you like better?" This was his ceremony, too. And honestly, Natasha had the suspicion that he'd be paying for all of it, since she didn't have any relatives to foot the bill (she'd learned that it was bride's family who were traditionally responsible for paying for the wedding. Thank you, Google.).
She wasn't going to argue about the press any further. James Barnes was a grown man; he shouldn't need her to remind him how to handle his business. She didn't work for the label anymore. Ironically, Natasha realized she hadn't given much thought to even going back to work, lately. But that was definitely a headache for later.
"This might surprise you," she heard herself say, a rue amusement in her voice, "but I really don't know a lot about weddings, James. Other than they're expensive, and there's a big fuss about dresses and caterers."
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"Don't gotta thank me for being who I am," Bucky assures her. "But you'll be a good mom. Maybe it'll take a minute to figure it out but I've never been a dad either - it'll be new for me too. Being an uncle and being a dad are really different. I'm used to giving kids back at the end of the day."
"We're gonna do it all together, okay? You don't have to do this one alone."
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Then, because she was just so damn tired, she heard herself say, "...and would you carry me?" As soon as she said it, she wanted to take it back, because wasn't it horribly unfair to saddle him with her own burdens after such a spectacular brawl?
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"And your feet don't have to touch the ground this whole pregnancy if you don't want them to. I live to serve."
Bucky strips off the t-shirt and sweats he'd put on after his shower and tosses them toward the hamper before sliding in beside her. "Cuddle up. You earned it."
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"...just hold me," she whispered, nose pressed against his neck. This was better than arguing, definitely. Her stomach gave a gurgle, but by God, Natasha was determined that this kid could just chill out and go to sleep, because his mother was absolutely not moving from this warm nest until well after sunrise tomorrow.
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Natasha feels warm and content in his arms and Bucky honestly thinks he could go his whole life without moving but he knows they have shit to do and people to see so as much as he wants to stay here forever, he's not going to get the opportunity.
"I'll even look at the girly stuff."
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Ridiculous, but the visual did make her chuckle quietly. "Cover the entire church in Pepto-pink. And then the reception in lime green and maroon."
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It's a ridiculous conversation but he loves it, too, because he knows it's making Natasha smile and anything that makes her smile makes him happy too. It's all he ever wants, to make her happy, and he hates that he keeps fucking that up.
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"Have you thought about where to actually have the wedding? And the reception? The house is large enough for either, or both, really. Although, weather permitting, a bonfire down on the beach sounds amazing."
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They don't get a lot of rain in California but it is a little more common close to the ocean than it is inland. Bucky would hate to have to reschedule a whole outside wedding because they had no backup plan.
"So the backup plan can just be the house, if that's okay?"
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Resituating her head beneath Bucky's chin, Natasha added, "Their church isn't all that far, it shouldn't be too much of a chore to relocate after the service. And if we have the reception here or down on the beach, it'll be that much closer to home. So to speak."
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Bucky has figured out that what he wants in this probably doesn't matter much since weddings are the bride's territory so maybe he should just go along with Natasha and not argue it.
"Whatever you want to do."
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She wasn't going to argue about the press any further. James Barnes was a grown man; he shouldn't need her to remind him how to handle his business. She didn't work for the label anymore. Ironically, Natasha realized she hadn't given much thought to even going back to work, lately. But that was definitely a headache for later.
"This might surprise you," she heard herself say, a rue amusement in her voice, "but I really don't know a lot about weddings, James. Other than they're expensive, and there's a big fuss about dresses and caterers."