Bucky barnes

Bucky’s frown deepens as he looks at Y/N. “To know what?” he asks, already tense.

She takes a breath. “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, he just stares at her, completely stunned. He leans back, running a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of it. “How?”

Y/N sighs, exhausted. “You don’t need a science lesson.” He scoffs. “You were on birth control.” “I was,” she says quietly. “Until that night.”

The memory hits him hard, and the room fills with silence.

“So you stopped taking it?” he asks, disbelief written all over his face.

“I didn’t have a reason to remember,” Y/N snaps, frustration finally spilling out. “And I had a lot going on. I wasn’t planning for you to show up, drop everything on me, and walk away.”

Bucky clenches his jaw, clearly shaken. Y/N forces herself to calm down, knowing anger won’t help.

“I’m telling you because you deserve to know,” she says, voice steadier now. “But I don’t expect anything from you. I can do this alone. If you want to be part of this child’s life, that’s your choice. If not, I won’t stand in your way.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, eyes locked on hers. “And you’re sure it’s mine?”

The question feels like a punch to her chest. Tears burn, but she refuses to let them fall.

“I’m sure,” Y/N says softly.