Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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Bucky and I got home and he immediately went to the laundry room to wash our new sheets and blankets with the new soap and dryer sheets we bought so we can get to bed as soon as possible. I stayed up in my room to pack away our snacks and toiletries with opening up the new soap and replacing the ones in the shower that needed it which was mostly Bucky's things since I have my soaps from Asgard but I did replace my loofas and my brushes for my face and nails that I'd die for. The toilet paper is neatly stacked on the holders and the trash is taken out just in time for Bucky to come back in with a laundry basket full of folded sheets and blankets.

"Yes!" I jump up and skip over to him to take the basket from his hands

"You're so cute when you get excited." Bucky laughs

"It's clean." I smile and set the basket on the ground and gasp when I pull my fluffy gray blanket from the top. "You washed this?" I smile wider

"Of course, I did." He smiles back and takes the blanket from my hands. "It's still warm too." He steps over the basket and wraps the blanket around my body along with his arms, hugging me to his warm body and I hum at the amount of heat surrounding my body

"Hmm." I rest my head on his chest and grab the two ends of the blanket to keep the heat trapped around me. "Warm."

"You can go sit at the desk and I'll make the bed." He chuckles and kisses the top of my head

"Sounds good to me." I mumble

"Beautiful baby." He laughs at my sudden sleepiness from a warm blanket and walks over to the bare bed that has no sheets or pillows on the mattress while I turn my desk chair to see my panda sitting there so I squat down and lay on my body pillow that's on the floor next to the desk

I watch happily as Bucky unfolds the fitted sheet and sets it on the bare mattress, perfectly placing it without having to fix a corner when it pops off. This is the exact reason why I have Bucky make my bed because he never gets frustrated like me when a corner pops off and fix it just for the other side to follow. He also likes making the bed because everything its neat and nice with no wrinkles or creases. He does it so effortlessly and makes it look easy but compared to my hard work bed making that has crinkles and uneven sides, it's so much harder than it looks because of how fucking big the bed is.

I mean, at times, I feel like I'm placing a tarp over an island where he spreads the sheet out and sets the duvet on top, finishing off his bed making by running his hands over the blanket to tuck tightly into the bed frame that's only going to get untucked in five seconds but, it's a habit for him. He grabs the pillowcases and puts a white one on each followed by a purple one. All he needs left are my small pillows, body pillow, and panda and when he turns around, he sighs a smile and sets his hands on his hips to look at me with a tilted head.

"Pretty, what are you doing on the floor?" Bucky asks while holding a hand out to me. "I said sit in the chair."

"My panda was sitting there." I shrug with a lazy smile. "Plus, I was too tired to sit."

"I didn't think you would let a stuffed animal sit in your chair over you but, whatever." He sighs and walks to my chair to grab my panda where he turns to the bed and kneels on the smoothed out blanket, placing my panda between the wall and my pillow before he looks back at me and smiles, holding his hands out. "Come on, precious thing." He says and I groan in protest. "What is with you always laying on the floor?" He asks

"Beds are sometimes too soft." I mutter as I roll onto my stomach

"Amen to that." He agrees and steps over my body. "C'mon. I wanna cuddle my babydoll." His feet are on either sides of my body when he bends over and slips his hands under my waist to easily pick my dead weight up