Dove
My happy smile started to falter when I saw Bucky's face pale per second. The colour visibly draining from his tanned complexion as he placed his hands over my own to stop their wondering. That was not at all the reaction I was hoping for as he gulped then pressed the back of his hand to his forehead.
"Are you-" his hand slightly trembled as I saw sweat on his forehead. "Are you- pre- preg-"
"Pregnant?" I raised my eyebrows partially finding it amusing how thrown off he looked. It was an extremely rare sight to see Bucky thrown off balance and I couldn't help but want to tease him. However he looked near to a heart attack so I knew it would be cruel. "I'm not pregnant," I laughed, "But we can work on it if you want too."
He relaxed back onto the couch as he deflated, "Don't play with me like that!" A smile finally graced his lips before he ran his hands down his face. "You have a contract. You have to keep your body in pristine shape."
