Avenger Arising → Bucky Barnes [3]

08|HURRICANE

Ally would often describe her baby as frantic and charming. "He was born with a hurricane for a soul, that one," she would say. But she said it in a loving way, with that soft glow in her eyes that only a mother can have for such difficult offspring. She would rock him in the dead of night, when she found it impossible to sleep, and she would wear him all day long in a baby carrier so that he would be calmed by the body to body contact. She would soothe him with lullaby's and stroke his tiny back and soft hair. She would whisper sweet things in his ears and cover him with kisses. She would love the hurricane right out of that child and replace it with a sweet summer breeze because above all, he was her baby, and she loved him with a power mightier than the wind.

"He's truly something else Alchemy,"JoJo, Ally's older sister, cooed happily. "He's loud one second and quiet the moment he's in your arms."

"He keeps me up all night," Ally yawned, sitting in a rocking chair across from the baby's crib. "However, I wouldn't change a damn thing."

"I have three of my own darling sister," JoJo chuckled. "They drive me insane but I love them so very much."

"I know," Ally nodded. "You're the best mother, I swear it."

"I learnt it from our own."

There was a silence for a moment, as if both girls took a second to remember the days their own mother would bring them soup when they were sick or take the time to listen to what they learnt in school. Rosa Jones' death was one of the biggest tragedies they had experienced but as time past, the mourning became peaceful acceptance.

"I should be on my way now," JoJo sighed. "Will and the children are probably expecting dinner soon."

"You never falter Jo," Ally closed her eyes for a moment. "Go on now, Quincy should be home any minute now as well."

"You should all come over for Sunday brunch," Jp invited, putting on her lavender colored coat. "I'll make crepes."

"Sounds lovely."

JoJo pressed a kiss on her sister's forehead before leaning over to kiss the small baby, sleeping soundlessly in the crib. "Goodbye for now."

It was silent again. Just the sound of a fire crackling in the background of that winter evening. Christmas was around the corner, the Christmas tree had already been set up near the back of the parlour. Lights were strung from either ends of the house and soft music played from the radio. Ally loved Christmas, because it was a merry and joyful time to reflect on the good life still offered.

"I'm home," Quincy called, shutting the door right behind him so the cold air would stay outside. "I saw Jovian on the way in, did she stop by?"

"She did," Ally confirmed. "How was work darling?"

"Busier than usual," he told her with a large smile. "Peggy informed me to tell you that we must come by for dinner soon with James."

"Of course," the tiredness in Ally's voice caused Quincy to sigh. "Sorry Quincy, I'm just so exhausted."

"Was my little man giving you a hard time?" Quincy chuckled, reaching into the crib and pulling out the most perfect baby one could think of. "Did you give mama a hard time?"

"He's a hurricane," Ally laughed, watching her two boys stand in front of her. "I tried to give him a bath today but he wouldn't have it."

"Maybe I'll try after I make dinner."

"You don't have to make dinner," Ally insisted. "I've already started a soup."

"You're exhausted Ally," Quincy handed James to her. "I'll finish it, don't you worry."