Our Story

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I think I can confidently sit here and guess what you think Bucky and I did for us to relax. We've been here multiple times and whenever shit hits the fan or something in my day or plans crack out of the perfect molds I put them in but decide to leak anyways, the smells of nail polish really does seem to just clear up the mess and fill in the holes and no, I am not blatantly suggesting to go huff some sage green nail polish. The picture I am painting for the adaptive imaginations here is Bucky and I sitting on our bed with my hands in either his lap or his large hand curling around my fingers to hold them still while he swipes the nail brush over my bare nail. A simple trick of magic burned the previous stubborn acrylics off and made a way for Bucky to paint my nails from a pink and almost overwhelming design to a gentle and calming yellow that is as soft as Noah's duck plush he plays with in his bassinet. He lays on his belly with his head up and grabbing at his toy with the occasional gumming bite he gives the animal and it is melting my heart at how adorable he is.

When Bucky is finished with my nails, he proudly presents his work like he always does and I give him my genuine gasps and appreciative adoration exactly how I do every single time. I do it so I can see his smile get bigger and the tips of his ears burn that slight red color, showing his true emotions when he plays off what he did for me with a shake of his head. It moves his brown hair and reveals that blush at my compliments I keep throwing out to hopefully cast in those tiny emotions he doesn't let anyone but me see. I absolutely love these moments with him and ones that make my devotion to him soar after I see a white 'P' on my right thumb nail and a white 'N' on my left thumb nail. I can't express how much I love it when Bucky adds our kids in on our moments like these and it shows how he is always finding ways to include the result of our everlasting love into everything we do. During our alone time, I explained everything from when I went into the house and Loki and Clint stopping by with Bucky asking why didn't come down to the dock and I simply rephrased what Clint told me.

I don't feel like I have to recite what happened again.

"You getting hungry, baby?" Bucky asks in a slight hummed tone and the corner of his mouth slowly lifts when he watches me pick up Noah's sleeping form after he passed out in his bassinet

"Yeah..." I whisper and sit back down on the bed with my ass conveniently landing in the circle of Bucky's lap and he is more than accepting to hug my left side to his chest to allow his hand to rub up and down my exposed tattoo. "I can eat." I nod and run my fingers over Noah's soft head of hair

"Mmm." He breathes and nuzzles his nose against the crook of my neck, softly kissing the skin his lips can reach and it feels like an electrifying jolt of shivers don my back when his lips smack off of my neck gently. "You will eat." He corrects me in a hushed voice. "I can hear your stomach... You're almost starving." He slides his left hand over my lower stomach, his fingers caressing the softness of my relaxed muscles that are creased

"I will eat." I nod in agreement and smile softly down at Noah sleeping soundly, never moving and it shows how tired he was. "He's so beautiful." I murmur and run my finger tip over his forehead, down the small curve of his baby button nose, and over his pink little lips that are parted to take in short, quick breaths. "My baby." I feel his chin and his round face, up to his chubby cheeks that are a bit red

"We make pretty babies." He smiles small and I smile wider, nodding along with his words

"I want so many more." I admit and he hums, pressing another gentle kiss to my neck and up behind my ear as his head tips up so he can gaze lovingly at my side profile and my long hair cascading down my back and over his right forearm

"I'll give you as many as you want." He promises me without a second thought or hesitation and lays his head on mine. "I love seeing you be a mother." He whispers and I hum