Bucky Barnes imagines

Cheater

"Before you ask why someone hates you, ask yourself why you give a fuck."
-Tupac

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Y/N Y/L/N's POV:

"You cheater!" I shouted.

"I didn't cheat y/n, stop being dramatic.

"Yes you did! You landed on Mayfair and didn't pay me my money!"

"Why should I pay money to you if your in jail?" He glared at me.

"It doesn't matter, I should still get my money you are trespassing!" I glared back.

"What no! I'm not gonna give money to a criminal." He points to the board. "See your in jail."

"B-but that's not fair, that's not how you play!" My lip trembled as my eyes filled with tears.

Damn these hormones are annoying, sometimes I wanna act tough but if you're 8 months pregnant that is kinda impossible.

"What doll, don't cry!"

He looked up at me and quickly walked towards me engulfing me in his arms. "I'm sorry, darling it's just a game." He whispered rubbed my back.

"Just forget it, I don't wanna play anymore." I sniffed as I pulled away from the hug and went to our shared room.

"Y/n, I said I was sorry!" Bucky shouted back to me as he followed me.

"I know, I'm just tired. And hungry?" I looked up at Bucky. "Can you get me food?" I asked innocently.

Bucky blinked a couple times. "You just ate pizza 20 minutes ago?"

"So?" I shrugged.

"Fine." He sighed. "only because you're pregnant and you're my wife."

He kissed me on my lips then went to grab his coat.

"Wait- can I come?" I asked.

He turned to look at me. "Cmon then."

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| A/N: This just a really short imagine that was in my drafts. |