📍 Brooklyn, New York | March 2028
Bucky woke up feeling a small weight on top of him. He opened his eyes and saw round blue eyes staring at him.
Sage blinked, tilting his head to the side with a smile, "Доброе утро, папа! (Russian: Good morning, Papa!)"
"Good morning, Soldier," Bucky answered him with a hoarse throat while rubbing Sage's back.
Sage grinned at him, holding out his wolf stuffie to Bucky's face, "Вставай! Просыпайся, папа! You said you're taking me and White to the park. (Russian: Get up! Wake up, Papa!)"
White is the name of the wolf stuff toy Bucky got him as a baby. He was on the way home from a mission when he passed by a toy store and saw the stuffed animal by the window display.
Sage was now 3 years old. The smartest 3-year-old. He was highly intelligent at such a young age. He's also very reckless and energetic.
By now, the hospital doctors know who Sage was because of their frequent visits because of his spontaneous stunts.
"Happy Birthday, Sage," Bucky greeted him, placing kisses all over his face which made the young boy squeal.
Sage giggled and rolled off Bucky, snuggling on Sapphire's chest while she slept. Their hair blended. However, Bucky saw himself on the young child.
"Papa, did you know Wolves prefer to eat large animals like deer, elk, and moose. They can eat 9 kilograms per meal," Sage grinned at him.
It was a habit he developed since he started reading at the age of 2. He takes in everything he sees or reads.
"Really? Where did you get that?" Bucky turned to his side, facing the nodding boy.
"One of the animal books Uncle Sam gave me," he smiled, a dimple poking on his cheeks.
Sapphire began to wake up, "Hm, а что за болтовня? (Russian: What's the chit-chat all about?)"
"Mama, did you know Wolves prefer to eat large animals like deer, elk, and moose. They can eat 9 kilograms per meal," Sage looked up to her with a grin.
Sapphire opened her eyes, finding Bucky beside them. She smiled at her husband before speaking to Sage, "Happy Birthday, Sage."
She placed kisses all over his face, making Sage giggle in her arms.
Bucky felt a sleepy smile make its way to his face, seeing his child and wife. He will never get tired of waking up to it.
"Happy Birthday too, Mama and Papa," Sage greeted, rolling off from Sapphire to their middle so he could hug them both.
"The birthday boys should clean up, so they could go to the park, right?" Sapphire looked up to Bucky, winking.
"Pancakes?" Sage sat up quickly.
"Pancakes," Sapphire nodded.
Sage immediately scrambles on his feet and exits the room, "Come on, White."
"Happy Birthday, Doll," Bucky spoke as he moved closer to Sapphire, holding her in his arms.
"Happy Birthday too, old man," she mumbled against his bare chest.
Bucky groaned, making Sapphire chuckle, "You're lucky you sound very hot when you speak Russian."
Sapphire looked up at him, her steel eyes dilated, "А также? (Russian: And?)"
Bucky lowly whispered, "Это заставляет меня хотеть родить от тебя еще одного ребенка. (Russian: It makes me want to have another baby with you.)"
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