[𝟭.𝟯] 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 ➣ {𝕛•𝕓•𝕓} ❘ [𝖒𝖛𝖔𝖒 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

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The entire apartment was filled with the cries of the newborn, causing a ruckus in the entire living space.

Aaron was obviously awoken by his sister's cries, but then Bucky went to help him back to bed while you tried to calm down your second child.

"Come on, Mara," you bounced your weeping daughter in your arms, holding her against your shoulder, "Don't you wanna sleep? I wanna sleep. And I can't sleep if you don't sleep," you paced back and forth in front of her crib.

"Still no luck?" Bucky questioned as he walked past the room.

"No," you raised your voice to answer him, huffing in lethargy, "Mara's so rowdy,"

Bucky walked back into the room, "She gets it from you,"

"Maybe," you agreed with a small smirk.

Mara had aged up to a three-year-old due to the super-soldier serum in her blood that she had inherited from Bucky and also because of the powers that she may have got from you. That's what Shuri had said. Spurts of growth/aging were just an indication of the presence of superpowers. It wasn't like they would age up into an adult at one go, it was that they'd age to a particular level until the normal human aging process takes over and regulate the growth.

"Since you're not gonna sleep," you held your daughter in front of you, "Say, Mama,"

"No, no," Bucky interjected, "Say, Dada,"

Both of you looked between yourselves then at your child, expectantly.

"I think she just said Dada," you nodded towards him.

"Come here," Bucky took Mara from you, trying to get her to sleep and to give you a break.

Mara cuddled against Bucky's muscular arms; the warm and cold arms giving a perfect balance as she gets comfortable quickly. Her eyes began to get droopy, probably worn out from crying for such a long time.

"Okay, that's just rude," You scoffed at your daughter's response to Bucky, deeply offended.

"Or maybe she just loves me more," he straightened up in pride.

"Or maybe she loves me more," you repeated his words in a mocking, childish, high-pitched voice.

"Mama," your daughter muttered lowly as she snuggled closer to Bucky's chest.

You and Bucky froze in your places with wide eyes

"Ha!" you pumped your fist in the air in victory, "Suck on that, Buckingham!" you whispered, not wanting to wake up your daughter, " 'Or maybe she loves me more'," you repeated his words mocking a deep voice, "My ass!"

Bucky gave you an incredulous look, jaw-dropping slightly in offence.

You winced to yourself with a sheepish expression, "You still love me, right?" you whispered.

Bucky huffed a slight chuckle at your embarrassed look, nodding without hesitance, "I do, doll," he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I do,"

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