The Beauty Within

The Kids Are Alright

                                ***WARNING***
This chapter as well as future chapters will have strong language, subtle references to emotional and mental abuse, as well as self degrading and possible self harm instances. I have some Spanish and Romanian thrown in here in some spots, translations will be in parentheses right after the word/phrase.
Also I just figured out how to do italics on here (don't judge me lol).

Also a splash of drama along with pure smut...like I think I need a cold shower after this... enjoy my darlings!

There is a small time jump, sorry 🤷🏽‍♀️

Thank you for reading! Any and all feed back is appreciated (but please don't be rude or hurtful). Lastly, if you have any ideas on what you'd like to see in future chapters or stories please dm me! Ok I'll stop blabbing now, enjoy the story!

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    It's been almost 2 months since the incident at the beach. Bucky and you have been texting nonstop and meeting every weekend for little private at home dates when the kids would go to bed or just having dinner with you and your kids. It didn't matter if you were just sitting on the couch drink some coffee and talking or playing a game of cards at the table. You were just happy to enjoy each other's company.

    "What's your dream job Y/N?" Bucky asked you one night while sitting at the table eating some pan dulce (Mexican sweet bread) and drinking coffee during your after dinner talks.

"What?" You asked, the question coming completely off guard.

    "Yea, I doubt you wanted to be an AR rep when you were a little girl," Bucky teased sipping his coffee.

     "Actually I did FYI," you teased back. Bucky looked at you laughing, "no," you finally responded. "I've always loved to cook and bake. Baking more really. Seeing people's face when they see your creation places in front of them. Noticing the details and the amount of love that you can taste when you take a bite. That just fills me with so much joy. I can't explain it. It makes me so proud to see how someone reacts to something I make."

    You hadn't noticed the way Bucky was staring at you in admiration. The way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you were passionate about. They way you got embarrassed and blushed when you felt like you're babbling. "Maker how did I get so lucky?" He asked himself.

    Before he had a chance to say anything there was a loud banging on your door. Bucky and you shared a look of confusion as the banging continued and grew stronger with each passing second. Bucky could see the fear flash across your face when you heard Alex's voice. He was obviously drunk off his ass and demanding to see the kids.

    "Go home Alex! You're drunk and don't live here any more. If you want to see the kids then come back tomorrow when you're sober." You said through the door. This made him mad and the banging continued. "LET ME SEE MY KIDS YOU FAT FUCKING BITCH!" This brought tears to your eyes. Bucky couldn't just stand back and not let anyone talk to you like that. Not his papusa (doll), not in his presence. He felt this primal urge to just beat the shit out of Alex.

    Bucky stood up to go to the door. "Bucky," you pleaded with him, grabbing his arm and tears in your eyes. "Don't worry doll. Call the cops, I'm going to try to get him away from the door so he won't wake up the kids." You nodded and called the cops.

    "Ma'am, the authorities will be there soon. Is there anyone else with you in the home?"

    "My kids, and my..." what were y'all? Nothing had really been established. Y'all dated and you hadn't talked to anyone else and figured Bucky did the same. But then again you thought the same about Alex. But Bucky wasn't ANYTHING like Alex. Bucky was almost to the door and telling Alex to back off because the kids were sleeping and he was scaring you.