Better For Me

.part eight.

The steam from the water in the bathtub rose in the air, disappearing as it got higher. Bucky was laughing at the story you'd just told him as he dripped water upon your exposed skin. He places a kiss on your shoulder, feeling a smile upon your skin as he places it.

"Bucky?" He hums in response, "Do you love me?"

"Of course, I do, a lot."

"I'm just wondering." He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer,

"What are you thinking of, Y/N?"

"Nothing..." You begin, "I just- I remember the first couple of times we met, you'd said that you didn't believe in love."

"People can change, I guess." There was a moment of silence before you smile and take a big breath, exhaling loudly, "You want to ask something."

"What?"

"Just ask it."

"Bucky..."

"C'mon," he chuckled, taking your hands into his and intertwine his fingers with yours, "we promised no more secrets, right?" You nodded, "Just ask, I'm an open book."

"Why didn't you believe in love?"

"It's really, um, quite complicated, I don't know, I guess, I just didn't have a stable example where love worked out. My dad left before I even started school, my mom got divorced like six times and all the guys she's married or gone out with were assholes, the guy she's married too right now spends all his time gambling while his daughter, you know, my sister, she's out there struggling to get up and go to school every day," he sighed and lifted your hand up to meet his lips, "I've never had a stable relationship, in and out of family."

"What about Sharon? She seems like a good person."

"No, she, um, well, she admitted that she was cheating on me while we were together, I fell in love with her and everything was one sided," He let out a nervous chuckle, "the paternity test came back..." You pushed yourself from him, feeling the water rush against your skin like waves,

"Oh my god, and?"

"She's one hundred percent not mine, she's Clint's."

"Are you okay? I mean, you were the one who was there when Darcy was born, up until now."

"I am, a little bit but I also know, I'm not in a position where I can be a great dad. My job takes me to different places and her mother isn't the person I love. I want my family to be different to the one I grew up in." You pushed yourself closer to him, taking his face into your hands and kissing him deeply,

"You're going to be an amazing dad one day, Bucky, I have no doubt about it."

"I love you."

"I know," You giggled, "now, this water is getting cold so, let's get out?" He nodded and got up, getting your towel from the rack. He helped you wrap yourself so you were warm enough from getting out into cold air. As he stepped out of the tub, following behind you, and gave your ass a little smack, making you yelp, "Hey! Behave, Sergeant." You played,

"I might not be able to if you keep calling me that."

"I guess, I can be lenient to a little disobedience." You smirked. He let out a seductive laugh and tackled you to the bed, making you laugh loudly to his gesture, "I'm a little cold, let's get dressed, Buck."

"Fine, but I'll get you back later!" You got up from your shared bed and let your towel drop,

"If you say so, Sarge." You tease, wiggling your ass at him, he chases after you and puts you atop of him,