The glimpses into a life Bucky never thought was possible for himself. A world where he would find someone who he could love and be loved in return - a person he could start a family with. This is how an ex-assassin navigates the world of parenthood.
Summary: It had been seven long and tiring months since you became parents - you were finally ready for a night off.
Warnings: Explicit 18+ sexual content, minors do not interact
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You can hear Rebecca squealing in the other room as you finish applying your makeup. Bucky probably has her jumping in the air or is tickling the backs of her thighs and round little tummy. You wanted this so badly, just one night away with him. After nearly seven months of motherhood, where you only left the house for pediatrician appointments and shopping trips - all with the baby in tow, you deserved a night off.
Her breathy little laughs move closer, soon her head is peeking around the door into the bathroom. Bucky carefully holding her in his arms as her little hands smack the wall in excitement.
"Ma! Ma! Bubba bub maba ma!"
You smile in the mirror at her before turning to swoop her up into your arms, "Hello, little Becca Bear! Look at you! Yes, look at you!"
Her legs kick happily in your embrace, grabby hands reaching for your hair, as she blows drooly bubbles with her mouth.
Bucky moves around the door, looking like a fucking dream in his leather jacket. He leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Your mom just pulled in."
Shifting Becca onto your hip, batting her hands away from your hair, "Okay. Think we have everything ready. I have her schedule written down."
He grins as his little girl reaches out for him. Dropping a kiss to the top of her head, letting her wrap a wet hand around his vibranium finger. Desperately trying to bring it up to her mouth to slobber on.
The bags were packed, milk was in the fridge in carefully measured out bottles, an overly detailed play-by-play schedule was clearly written out on the fridge. And you still felt like you were forgetting something. You could tell that he was feeling it too.
"There's my granddaughter!" Becca was swooped into a tight hug.
And as Bucky put your bags in the car and you gave the rundown to your mom, you still felt that growing sense of anxiety in your stomach.
Her hand was gentle on your arm as you finished explaining the meal plan for the night, "I was the same way the first time you stayed with your grandmother. Just try and enjoy it together, she's in good hands."
Becca squealed as she was tickled under the armpits.
She was with the best person for the job. Not to mention the three constant SHIELD agents on standby outside the perimeter of the house. You had made the move three months ago. Leaving the comfy apartment in the Heights for a spacious farmhouse upstate. It was so damn hard to leave that little slice of paradise, feeling like you were leaving part of yourself behind - so many memories were there. But Becca was starting to move around, rolling mostly, and it quickly became apparent that a tiny studio wasn't going to fit your needs anymore.
