Bucky pressed a lingering kiss to Steve's cheek, watching how a faint flush spread across the blonde's cheeks. He looked amused at how the other man was flustered by the affection.
"How long has she been down?" Steve turned his head and pecked Bucky on the lips, stroking some free strands of hair that had escaped the hair tie.
"About an hour. She should be up in thirty minutes to an hour." Bucky consulted his phone, letting go of Steve before leaning back against the back cushions of the couch.
"Ah." Steve let Bucky stroke his hair for a minute until the Brunet went to go work out. Bucky had the tendency to go work out while their Little napped.
The day passed quickly and all was peaceful for a good while.
~A month later. So a month and three weeks~
The fair haired man was so deeply engrossed in his book that he didn't feel the twinge in his shoulder from his Little needing him until he heard a thud and the sound of sobbing coming from the nursery. They'd forgotten to secure the bars on the crib.
Steve sprinted into the nursery and snatched his little up as she wailed, little face all screwed up as she cried. "Dada has you. It's okay, Half-Pint. I've got you." He bounced her in his arms, trying to soothe her and not getting anywhere with it. His chest had an odd feeling in it but he ignored it in favor of soothing his Baby.
The little brunette girl buried her face into her Dada's neck, soaking his skin and shirt with her tears, drool and snot. Her little head hurt and her bottom hurt too from falling.
"What happened?!" Bucky had nearly dropped the weights he'd been lifting on his foot as he felt a shooting pain in his shoulder while working out. He'd tossed them and ran back to their floor, panting harshly as he came into the nursery.
"We forgot to lock the crib bars and I think she tried to climb out." Steve was rocking their Baby, trying to get her calm enough to let go. "Look, Baby. Mama's here."
"Mamam!" The small girl wailed even more, looking up from her Dada's neck and staring at her Mama who held her after Steve handed her over.
"It's okay. Just a little fall." Bucky kissed her forehead gently, sitting in the rocking chair and bringing her to his chest. "Why doesn't Dada come tell us a story while you have some milk?" He was trying to distract the Little who sobbed against his chest and struggled to move away.
"Nuhuhuh." The girl's face was bright red and puffed up. She suddenly gagged, throwing up on Steve who had turned her in Bucky's lap.
"Oh, Sweetheart." Steve kissed her head, ignoring the vomit on his shirt for now. "Does your belly hurt from crying?"
"Why don't you take her in the shower with you?" Bucky suggested, holding her long enough for Steve to take off his shirt and stand up. He handed her to the light haired man and took Steve's puke covered shirt along with the dirty clothes hamper from the room to do laundry.
"Let's get you and Dada clean, huh?" Steve was remaining calm which helped her calm down. He snagged her freshly cleaned owl towel from the bathroom cupboard that held towels and then started the shower, making sure it wasn't too hot. He held her with one arm, shucking his pants and underwear off before undressing the Little and carrying her into the shower.
