𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀³ - 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 † 𝘑. 𝘉. 𝘉

𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐈

AN: There is no trigger warning for this chapter, but there are drawings of the layout of the house at the end of this chapter.

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Beverly's POV

The entire car ride has been filled with laughing, lingering touches, stolen kisses at the red lights, and screaming at the top of our lungs to music. Wanda sent me a link to her playlist, telling me that Bucky and I need to catch up on modern music. All I can say is, I absolutely love Lana Del Rey. That's what we've been doing for the past month, basically. We've dealt with the remaining problems regarding Karli and the Flag Smashers. We had to talk to the police, but as long as everything got sorted out, we were fine with it. Sam eventually became the next Captain America, and I couldn't be more proud of him. Bucky, Sam, Wanda, and I celebrated the night he got the news. Bucky and I have been catching up on modern music, films, and activities. But, despite all of that, we knew it was time to move on. Time to move on to the next chapter of our lives.

So, we drove out of the city, following every sign covered in moss and dirt. Some may think it's gross, but we think of it as a possible new home. Eventually, Bucky parks up outside an isolated house, hidden behind tall trees. It's a small, two-story house, vines climbing up the walls and staining the windows. The roof is black, a stark contrast to the bright walls and green scenery. There aren't any other houses in sight, making it isolated and perfect. Standing outside the house is a woman, Cheryl Walters, our estate agent. She wears the typical black skirt suit, her hair clipped back and her makeup bold. We've had her showing houses outside of the city for about a week. But, so far, none of them has felt like a home. I have high hopes for this one.

"Hi, Mr Barnes," She smiles. "Mrs Barnes."

We don't correct her on her mistake, because it isn't one. When we applied for an estate agent, Bucky filled out our last names as the same. Originally, he didn't tell me, but when I got an email from Cheryl, I saw it. To say I was shocked was an understatement. But, I didn't make an effort to change it. It has a really nice ring to it. Cheryl guides us into the house, showing us the small hallway. There is a circular doorframe, showcasing the living room, which looks homey and cosy. Opposite the living room is a small room, which we decided we would use a room like this as an art studio. I want to continue painting, and one day teach my kids to do the same. In front of the front door is a staircase, small but painted black and sleek. We walk down the hallway, showing the open kitchen, large with an island in the middle. Connected to the kitchen is a pantry, hidden behind the wall size cabinets.

"This is amazing," I whisper.

"Just wait until you see the upstairs," Cheryl smirks.

She keeps telling us facts as we walk into the living room, past the connected dining room. We see the small garden through the sliding doors. Everything has a beautiful suburban feel to it. The living room already has furniture in it, but I can see a few things I would change to make it feel like home. I would have the large couch facing the fireplace, and a single chair in the corner for me to hold the newborn baby in. There would be a wall dedicated to pictures of our family, showcasing beautiful memories. Cheryl guides us up the stairs, showing us the shared bathroom, and showcasing the garden through the small window. Next to it is a large room, empty like a blank canvas. I would probably use this as the playroom for the children.

"What do you think so far?" Bucky asks me as we walk into another room.

"Amazing."

There is a smaller room next to the bathroom, opposite the playroom, which I would most likely use as the baby's room. Next to it is a slightly larger room, which looks perfect as a room to move the baby into when it gets older, needing the extra space. From the look on Bucky's face, I can tell he agrees. Next to the larger bedroom is another bedroom, smaller with no bath or shower, but still of use. Finally, we go into the final room upstairs, which is opposite the bathroom. It's the master bedroom, holding a beautiful view of the front of the house, the fields and trees. There are two doors in the room, one holding a bathroom and the other a walk-in closet. It isn't too small, or too big.

"Oh, my god." I marvel.

"I know." Bucky nods his head.

Cheryl guides us down the stairs and through the kitchen, into a smaller room where there is a washer and dryer. There is a door beside it, showing a driveway and a small basketball hoop outside. The last door in the house goes into the garage, which is big enough to hold all the cars we want to buy. Cheryl walks us back to the front of the house, holding her clipboard in her hands, a hopeful smile on her face.

"So?" She asks. "What do you think?"

"You've done it this time, Cheryl." I smile. "This house is perfect."

"That's amazing, we can talk numbers when I get back to my office. Just a final answer I need, are you sure you want this house?"

I turn to face Bucky, seeing him already looking at me. We both agreed that this decision was going to be made when we found the perfect house, and together. We want and deserve the perfect house to live in, to bring up our children in, and grow old in. Bucky grabs my hand, holding it tightly in his own.

"Are you sure, B?" He asks. "This is your final say."

"I can really see us living here, Bucky." I beam. "That small room upstairs would be the best playroom and those bedrooms. I can't wait to see our children grow up here."

He beams as well as we both turn around to face Cheryl, who is already looking at us. She waits patiently for our answer, already having experienced this difficult decision many times. But, this time, it isn't difficult. We love, adore, and need this house to start our new life.

"We'll take it."

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