Never Be the Same | 18+ {Bucky Barnes}

Chapter 27 | Home Sweet Home (EPILOGUE)

Alright, guys, this is it; this is the LAST chapter! Thank you so much for reading! I truly enjoyed writing this story.

Shout out to Jesse_Winter_Soldier for talking me through writer's block and self-doubt!
And thank you to Talia-Rumlow,   for cheer-reading random bits I sent in the wee hours 🖤💋

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Happy Reading!

-Sif 💋

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Three Years later....

Bucky yawned, rolling over onto his side; it was a little too early to be awake on his day off. But this was the first morning he'd been at home when Savannah got up for work in weeks, so before her alarm went off, he rolled over, pulling her body close to his, and ground his already throbbing cock against her pillowy bottom. When she hummed her approval as his hands slid up her shirt, gently kissing along her neck. It didn't take long until they were both naked; Bucky smirked, looking up at his wife as he wiped his mouth with his hand before crawling up her body until they were face to face. He kissed her slowly, licking into her mouth with care as he lined his cock up, gliding into her warm sopping heat. They made love slowly, sensually; Bucky pinned her hands above Savannah's head, intertwining their fingers as his hips continued to pump. When Savannah gasped, her legs tightened around his hips, Bucky nipped at her bottom lip as he picked up the pace rocking into her. He swallowed a cry of pleasure when she came around him, velvety walls massaging his cock just right. He grunted, low and deep, as he reached his own peak, hips stuttering as they lost rhythm.

Bucky loved mornings like this.

All too soon, the sound of little bare feet padding on the hardwood floor made Bucky smile sleepily; he felt the bed dip a little, the blankets by his feet lifted as a little body crawled underneath the bed. The little body pressed against his back, stilling after moments of snuggling. He counted in his head, "Five...four" A bedroom door down the hall squeaked open, "Three..." hurried little feet padding toward his bedroom. "Two..." The bed dipped a little as a second little body crawled into bed with him. "One..." he smiled as a nest of dark wild curls popped up from under the blanket before him, snuggling against his chest. Bucky takes a deep relaxing breath, falling back into a light sleep.

All too soon, he feels something poking his nose; a little finger, he lazily peeks an eye open. Steel blue eyes, framed by thick dark lashes, blink back at him. Bucky runs his hands gently through the mess of chestnut curls, and the little boy smiles as Bucky moves his head to look at the alarm clock.

"Crue," Bucky rasps, voice thick with sleep. "Son, it's not even seven; why are you awake right now," he questions, nestling back into his pillow.

Crue pokes his dad's nose again, "I want pancakes," he answers.

Zeppelin pops up behind her father, "Pancakes?" she mumbles sleepily.

Bucky groans as Zeppelin and Crue begin to jump on the bed, bouncing around him; Crue lands on his stomach, forcing an oaf from him.

"Alright, alright," Bucky chuckles, grabbing the little boy, digging his fingers into his sides, tickling him. "I'm awake."

Crue seizes with laughter; Zeppelin jumps on her dad's back to save her little brother. Bucky manages to get onto his knees; he reaches up quickly, snatching the four-year-old and bringing her down on the bed with her brother. Then, with a hand on each child's belly, Bucky cackles as he tickles them.