Our Story

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Despite everything I tried to do last night, I could not get comfortable while sleeping and it wasn't Noah or anything like that. It was me. I felt so... Weak? I don't even know if weak is the correct word to use here, I just felt like I was stuck. I couldn't sleep yet, I didn't want to get up and out of bed. I felt cold but made no move to curl up under the covers or use Bucky's heat to warm me up. I felt like I wanted to get up but couldn't move my muscles so I laid there, on my back, staring up at the ceiling in the dark while Bucky slept towards the door and Noah was swaddled and on his back in his bassinet. I could feel my body adapting to something new it felt like but I didn't know what and no matter how long I waited for the impending head jerk to the right, it never happened and my body inevitably fell asleep.

I woke up a few hours later with Bucky quietly walking around the room with Steve wordlessly following and grabbing things to pack in our suitcases that are opened on the floor. The only thing that is different is there is a third one. A smaller one. One that Tony managed to get us because in the midst of Bucky and I preparing for Noah's birth, we forget to get him luggage to eventually go down to Louisiana so Tony designed and had a luggage set shipped out to us last night. It arrived this morning and Bucky was excited to unbox it and smiled at the blue suitcase with flying cars all over it. There is a matching backpack that can be used for his diaper bag but on the plane so Bucky and I don't have to drag out the bigger one which means we can take that one down to the dock and not lug around that duffle bag.

Thank Tony for that genius idea.

"It's almost noon." Steve observes in a quiet tone and glances at me sleeping on the bed while he crouches down to pack some of my clothes into my suitcase

"I know." Bucky hums and doesn't glance at me when he is busy fitting Noah's onesies into his suitcase along with some shirts, pants, socks, shoes even though he won't need them, and hats for his little head

"We are supposed to touch down in Louisiana in an hour." He adds and doesn't sound judgmental which Bucky picks up and never gets offended by the pushiness that isn't there. It's more of a concern because I should've been up hours ago

Many hours ago.

"I know, Steve." He echos himself and sighs, finally looking up at me to see my sleeping face that has him smile softly and stand to walk over. He kneels on the bed and leans down, lifting his left hand to brush some hair behind my ear while his free hand holds him up and helps lower him to press his lips to my forehead gently. "You still sleepin', Mama?" He whispers and kisses my forehead again to see if I'll wake up but I never do. "Still sleeping and that's okay." He smiles and kisses my cheek. "Take all the time you need, babe." He murmurs, his lips grazing my skin in little loving pecks of affection

"I'll call Sarah and tell her we're gonna be late." Steve offers and finishes what he is doing by organizing my suitcase before he stands and pulls out his phone

"Wait." Bucky hums and smiles wider when I move to nuzzle my head against his vibranium hand. "Good morning, baby." He whispers and Steve looks over, scrunching his eyebrows when he doesn't see my eyes open nor me moving

"She's still sleeping." He counters and Bucky shakes his head

"She's awake and so pretty this morning." He keeps his voice quiet, waiting for my eyes to flutter open and he sits back up when I roll over on my back to stretch. "Beautiful dame." He admires my morning beauty that lifts the corner of my mouth in a quick smile interrupted by a yawn

"Noah is still sleeping at least." He shrugs and goes back to typing on his phone, sending a text to Sam and relaying the message about me waking up with Bucky watching over me for anything