Never Be the Same | 18+ {Bucky Barnes}

Chapter 20 | Why Can't We Be Friends

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Bucky huffed as he pulled shirts from a cardboard box labeled bedroom; all his clothes were in boxes; no, everything he owned was in boxes besides his toiletries, those had been the first box he unpacked.
He hated moving, twice in six months was a headache, but he would do anything for Savannah, so after talking about it and then talking some more about it, they decided he should move into her house. It was bigger than his and he wanted her as comfortable as possible. Thankfully he didn't have to get Nat to list the house, Melanie and Caleb were in the market for a new home. Grumbling curses under his breath, he moved through the house shirtless, "Angel?", he called out.

"Kitchen!", Savannah replied.

He should have known, it was Thanksgiving  eafter all, and they had not one but two to attend today. He paused in the doorway, watching Savannah chop carrots; the smell of a slightly sweet yeasty aroma wafted around. She was already dressed and ready to head over to Brock's, her blonde hair french braided, dressed in a cream-colored cowl neck maternity tunic sweater following a few inches below the curve of her swollen belly, black leggings clinging to her ass and legs, the sight making his mouth water. He pushed off the frame and moved toward her, placing his hands on her hips, he rumbled, "Smells so good in here.", he nuzzled the side of her exposed neck.

"Bear, you're distracting me.", Savannah sighed, lolling her head to the side, giving him a better angle. The knife drops to the cutting board with a soft clang.

Bucky hummed, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I'm sorry.", he murmured.

"No, you're not.", Savannah giggled.

He chuckled, "You're right, I'm not.", his fingers flexed on her hips. "Do you know what happened to my dark gray sweater?", he asked, leaning against the counter beside her.

"Did you look in the closet?", she asked, picking the knife up again. "I did get a couple of boxes unpacked yesterday while you were at work.", she picked up the cutting board dumping the chopped carrots into a baking dish.

"Uh, no, no I didn't look in the closet,l.", he admitted rubbing the back of his neck. He felt terrible that she was unpacking his things for him, he should be making things easier for her, not the other way around.

Savannah smirked over her shoulder, "Try there.", she winked.

"Don't get cute.", he said, amusement clear, kissing her cheek.

She wrinkled her nose at him playfully. As he turned, Savannah grabbed the belt loops of his black jeans and tugged him to her, back bumping against the counter. He reaches out quickly to steady himself on the counter, hands on either side of her.

"I had time yesterday, I only picked up a four-hour shift.", she said, gently tugging the loops.

Bucky took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, "Thank you.", he said, wrapping his arms around her.

Savannah let Bucky hold her for a few minutes longer, he'd been trying to get as much time in work-wise as possible, coming home late, tired and sore. She knew he was doing this so she could go PRN and pick up shift whenever she wanted. They hadn't exactly sat down and split the bills or even talked about it, e's only been officially moved in a week.

"Do you need any help here?", he asked, watching Savannah cover the carrots.

"Nah, I have the carrots prepped for when we get back from Brock's, all I have to do is make the glaze and pop 'em into the oven.", she said, placing the dish in the refrigerator. "The rolls are about done, so we'll just cover those and head over when you're ready."

Bucky kissed her sweetly, "Thank you, Angel, for doing this.", he said.

"You know I don't mind, you got in pretty late last night.", she replied, rubbing her thumb across his bottom lip, removing some of the lip gloss. "Go get ready. I just have to slip my boots on.", she nodded toward the direction of the room.

After checking the closet, Bucky did find the sweater he was looking for; she had rearranged the closet, making room for his things. He thought there would be at least a disagreement on some of his things; his Star Wars pictures, he thought for sure would cause a conflict. They hung in the hallway, the painting of the Northern Lights above their bed, which was Bucky's. Savannah said it was comfier than hers. The house was turning into a well-combined mash-up of both of them.

Buttoning the bottom button of his white button-up, Bucky tugged his dark gray sweater over his head. Then adjusting the sleeves and collar of his shirt, he sat down at the foot of the bed and pulled on his black ankle boots before heading to the bathroom to do something with the mop of his head. His fade was growing out, the hair on top of his head curling a little, so he ran some product through it and called it good.