Bloom - The Paper Kites
Another week goes by and you're starting to get used to your life as baby central, even though it hasn't even arrived yet. You're basically just doing final checks to make sure you have everything if it decides to make an early appearance; bottles, nappies (diapers), baby grows etc.
You wake up in the morning and instinctively reach for Bucky. When you feel the cool pillow, you frown to yourself before scanning the room. Empty apart from you, you climb out of bed and stumble onto the landing to see golden sun beams emerging from the nursery. Rubbing the sleep from your eye, you push the door open to see Bucky knelt with a screw driver and pieces of the crib.
Bucky
"Morning!"
Y/n
"Hey, round two huh?"
Looking down at the screws in his hands and the disassembled crib before him, Bucky nervously smiles as he tries to resume his work.
Bucky
"Yeah, the instructions aren't going to become anymore English overnight so..."
Y/n
"How many languages do you speak?"
Bucky
"7."
Y/n
"And not one of them is on that instruction card?"
Bucky
"Just Swedish."
Y/n
"Gotta love IKEA."
Grabbing the laundry basket from the top of the changing table with a built in chest of drawers, you place it on the floor in front of the nursing chair and begin to fold baby clothes to put them neatly in the drawers.
Bucky
"Hey, I can get to that. You don't have to-"
Y/n
"Buck, it's maternity leave. Not maternity sit on your ass whilst the father does everything."
You carry on folding as Bucky shakes his head with a laugh and continues to fit pieces together.
Y/n
"Besides, this is practically organisation. I live for this shit."
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