SamBucky one shots

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A/N: words: 764. HIIIIII. guys look im being responsible. time management! slay all day. anyway. they make me happy. anyway, enjoy!

"Sammy, that's you." Bucky muttered sleepily, muffled cries coming from down the hall. Sam groaned, tossing the duvet aside. Sam padded down the hallway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he approached his daughter's room.

"Hey Beccs." He cooed, leaning over the crib to cradle the 2 month old in his arms. "Hey, baby girl, it's okay." Her cries grew louder, Sam beginning to rock her gently. Sobs wracked her small form, and Sam tried everything, but he could not get her to stop crying. Panic started to dwell inside Sam. His thoughts bounced around for miles, irrational words filling his sleep-deprived mind.

"Hey, you're alright, we're all alright here." Sam wasn't sure if it was the panic of the fact his daughter wouldn't stop crying, or maybe the exhaustion, but Sam could feel tears burn in his eyes. "Becca, it's okay, you're okay." Sam whispered over and over again.

He heard Bucky come down the hallway, and let out a sigh of relief in between the chorus of the cries of the infant in his arms. Bucky padded into the room, stopping to stand beside Sam.

"I don't-"

"I know." Bucky muttered, turning to face Sam completely. He held out his arms, tentatively taking the girl into his arms.

"She ain't gonna shatter." Sam murmured, exhaustion seeping into his voice.

"I know." Bucky whispered, brushing the few tears that have rested on her rosy cheeks. Her cries still echoed in the room as Bucky rocked her softly. Sam couldn't help but gaze up at Bucky, the pure relaxation in his posture, the adoration he held in his eyes. Sam rested his chin on Bucky's shoulder, eyes flickering from his daughter to his husband. Her big brown eyes looked up at the two of them, lip quivering.

Sam heard a melody leave Bucky's lips, but couldn't identify what it was. Whatever it was, it works miracles, as the little girls cries turned into small hiccups, looking innocent as ever. As if Bucky could sense Sam's curiosity, he went on to explain that he remembered his ma singing the nursery rhyme to him and his sisters.

"You're good at this, Buck." Sam muttered, watching as the infants body relaxed, eyes closing as she found herself back into a peaceful sleep. Bucky chuckled.

"You're not too bad." He told Sam, who just hummed in response, seemingly unconvinced. Bucky tilted his head to face Sam, whose face looked tense, with eyes that glistened with tears. "Sam?" Bucky studied his face. Bucky made his way over to the crib, setting Becca down. Bucky turned back to Sam, finding the same expression that had been on his face as before. "Sammy?"

Sam hummed, pursing his lips together as he raised an eyebrow. Bucky looked at him with a questioning look. "You okay?"

"Yeah, no, I'm fine." Sam lied, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt.

"Something's bothering you."

Sam sighed, shaking his head. "It's just-" Sam scoffed. "Is this supposed to be this damn difficult?" Bucky tilted his head, making his way over to Sam. "That sounded awful-"

"No, no, Sam. I get it, no one said this was easy, but I'm here, you know."

"Yeah, I know." Sam muttered. Bucky's eyes softened, brushing a thumb across Sam's jawline. "It's not that I'm complaining- believe me I'm not. I just- I don't know-" The words cracked in Sam's throat. Bucky brought Sam into his arms, tracing circles along Sam's back. He heard a sniffle from Sam, and held him tighter.

"You're not supposed to know, Sam. It'll come to you. Parenting isn't a skill, it's supposed to be a challenge. And you do it because you love Becca."

"God, you're annoying." Sam mumbled into Bucky's shoulder. Bucky huffed out a laugh, releasing his grip on Sam as the other man did the same.

"C'mon, we might as well try to get some sleep."

"You sound ungrateful." Sam teased.

"Really? I was going for exhaustion." Bucky quipped back, taking Sam's hand in his. Sam smiled sleepily, his eyelids becoming heavy as they made their way down the hallway.

Sam pushed aside the duvet, settling on his side. Bucky laid set to him, an arm thrown loosely over Sam's torso. He had his head resting by Sam's shoulder.

"Trust me, Sammy, you're a great father." Are the words that filled the air. Sam said nothing more, and raised his arm, a bit awkwardly, and laced his fingers through Bucky's, giving a gentle squeeze. And Sam fell asleep, with the comfort of knowing that everything he wanted was right with him.