'𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.'
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Even if every memory from 1917 comes roaring back to you, being a former Hydra assassin means you can never get a break. Since Beverly is on a mission of redemption, she respo...
It's a Saturday in June, and I'm exhausted. This week has been packed with stressful school runs, talks with the principal, and endless homework. Steve got into a fight with an older kid in school when he heard him talking badly about Jamie. This kid was making fun of Jamie and her anxious, introverted ways. Bucky and I were pulled into the Principle's office the next day, and this boy's mother demanded that Steve got suspended. But, Bucky and I argued that Steve was only standing up for his sister when a bully was disrespecting her. It also helped that the principal knew who we are, and let Steve off with a week's detention after school. But, it didn't please the mother. Steve's name is filling, him being exactly like his uncle.
Despite the packed week we have had, Bucky asked me on a date. We haven't had a date in years, our lives were filled with tears, diapers, and uncleanable messes. So, when Wanda offered to babysit the kids, he took this opportunity with open arms. Speaking of Wanda, she got married not that long ago. She and her fiance finally tied the knot and moved into a small house not that far away from us.
We waved the kids goodbye as we drove off of Wanda's driveway, and back to our house. Bucky told me to get dressed in a dress, shower, and wait until he said I could come downstairs. I'm currently sitting on our bed, in a loose lace black dress, minimal makeup, hair clipped back, and black heels on my feet. With the bedroom door open, I can smell the aroma of food from the kitchen, and it makes my stomach grumble. Eventually, Bucky calls up the stairs so that I can come down now, and I have never run so fast in heels in my life.
When I make it down the stairs, I see that all the curtains are drawn and the only light in the house is coming from the candles placed all over the house. They make a pathway to the dining room, and when I walk inside the room I see that the table has been made, with two placemats on the end of the table sitting next to each other. The flowers in the middle of the table have been changed into fresh white tulips, making a beautiful natural smell almost overpower the smell of the food. There is a bowl of spaghetti in between the placemats, waiting to be plated and eaten. Someone behind me clears their throat, and I turn around to face them. Bucky stands in a suit, his blazer off and his shirt tucked in perfectly. In his hands are a bouquet of red roses, and he takes a step to kiss my lips and pass me the flowers. I smell them before kissing his cheek, and thanking him. He walks me over to the table, pulls my chair for me, and lets me sit down before tucking me in.
"This looks amazing, Bucky."
"Thank you, baby." He sits down next to me. "That cookbook you bought is really useful."
He grabs the utensils and scoops the pasta onto my plate, letting me add whatever I want as he plates some for himself. We both sprinkle cheese onto the pasta and dig into the first bite. I moan at the taste, his already good cooking skills quickly becoming amazing. He is the primary chef in this house. Bucky drops his fork and grabs the bottle of wine from beside the pasta bowl, pouring us both a glass of red liquid. I take a sip, not having tasted wine in a long time with the kids around. We are going to have to finish the bottle before the kids come back tomorrow since I know they will find it at the party and drink the rest of it. But, I'm not complaining. And, neither is Bucky. He doesn't get a buzz from alcohol, and we both love the taste. Especially with pasta.
"How was the gallery?" Bucky asks.
"It was fine." I smile. "I sold my painting for over the price."
I'm still painting for clients, even making my own website with the help of Wanda, and selling paintings at the local gallery. It seems that I have made a name for myself, and people either come into the gallery for my paintings or ask me to make them from my website. The money is amazing, and more than I need. Not to mention, Bucky and I got a large sum of money when we were pardoned by the government. But, we decided that we would put that money and some of our earnings into a bank, and will give it to the children when they turn 18.
"What about the gym? How's that going?" I question.
"Still stressful as ever, but they are finally taking my suggestions into consideration."
"That's amazing." I beam.
Bucky's been telling me that he wants to open a gym one day, but with how busy we are with the kids, he will have to wait a few years until they are more independent. They will always have each other, even when their father is at work, and I am busy working on my paintings. So, instead, Bucky is staying at the current gym, making more money the higher up he is getting in the business. But, his work has been taking its toll on him. He comes home exhausted, stressed, and frustrated. Sometimes late at night. But, I'm always here to talk with him about it, and always will be.
Bucky drops his fork when his plate is empty, leaving me to eat the remainder of my pasta alone. He grabs my spare hand, kissing the knuckles. The kiss lingers for a while, and he smiles against my skin. When my plate is finished, I drop my fork and grab my wine glass, finishing off the final sip of the liquid. Bucky smiles as he watches my every move, still holding my hand.
"This was lovely, baby." I smile at him
"My pleasure, doll." He kisses my knuckles again. "Can I just say something?"
"Of course."
"I'm so unbelievably happy with how our life played out. And, even though I know we have a long way to go still, I love how everything turned out."
"We deserve this life, Bucky." I hold his hand. "Don't forget that."
"I love you, B."
"And I love you, Bucky."
——————————————— Thank you so much for sticking with me during this entire franchise. It has been a long rollercoaster, but I have enjoyed reading every comment and seeing all the votes on every chapter. But, I can't wait to start writing my next book 'Forbidden, which is on my page and given to me by GoddessBri1993
