In All Our Years Series - 4 In 1 | Captain!Bucky, WinterSoldier!Steve | Stucky

1960

| 1962 |

"Welcome to our new home, baby." Bucky tilted his shoulders to the side, turning so his baby girl could see the house they now lived in. The kitchen had an island separating it from the living room, which led back to a back porch. There were three bedrooms, the master on one side of the house and the other two on the side of the kitchen.

Bucky loved it. He had missed living in a house, like he had when he was little. He missed residing in something that was his own. Yeah, renting with Steve had been nice, they were ruling their own lives, but their place hadn't truly been theirs. And now, living in a house again, something he could call his, something he and Peggy could call theirs and raise their children in, it was nicer than he remembered.

Gabe and Rebecca looked up when they came in. The coffee table was moved to the wall, making room for the three boys to play. Grant sat up when he saw his parents, eyes falling on the bundle nestled in Bucky's arm. At no longer being the center of their cousin's attention, the four year old twins looked up from their playing.

"What's her name?" Rebecca asked, a happy squeak at the edge of her voice.

"Chrysanthemum." Peggy reached out for her, and Bucky gently set her into her arms. She carried her over to the couch, sitting on. She sat down on Rebecca's open side, and they cradled the new born between them.

Gabe and Rebecca had met in '55. At that point, she had been raising her and Will's two kids alone. James and Elizabeth were both beautiful and well-behaved, they'd grown up under a good management from their mother. They had been happy for her when she and Gabe had expressed interest in each other. Bucky and his family - besides his father, for what were supposedly "obvious reasons" - were thrilled. Bucky was proud to stand at Gabe's six at the wedding, as best man. He had kept sending Becca happy smiles over his friend's shoulder, but she only had eyes for the man right in front of her.

"Aw, she's precious." Rebecca traced her finger over Chrysanthemum's soft cheek as Bucky moved around the couch, leaning over the back of it.

"You're quiet," Gabe said, looking up at him.

Bucky turned to him, smile still teasing his lips. "I'm happy." He looked back at Peggy, who was smiling tiredly down at their daughter.

Grant jumped into his aunt's space, climbing up on her lap to get a good look at his sister. "Can I hold her?"

Peggy was silent for a second. "Of course. You just have to be really careful." Rebecca guided out his arms, and Peggy gently set Chrysanthemum in them. Rebecca helped, cradling the baby's head just right.

"Can I call her Chrys?"

Bucky couldn't help the light laugh that bubbled from his throat. He moved farther down the couch, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Grant's temple. "I was thinking the same thing, kiddo. Great minds think alike, huh?" He glanced down at Chrys's closed eyes, at her completely still form. "Do you want to help me put her to bed?"

He nodded eagerly, and Bucky cracked a grin. He leaned down, lifting her back into his arms. Setting her head on his collar, holding her against his chest, he found for the umpteenth time that his heart had missed her. Now that she was close again, he never wanted to let her go. The same thing had happened with Grant, but had probably been even worse. This was his second round. He'd have another lifetime of couch cushion forts and midnight snacks, of life lessons and being wrapped around his kid's little pointer finger.

Bucky pressed a kiss to Chrys's hairless head, six year old Grant keeping step beside him.

He was excited for what the future was going to bring. No one could deny him the privilege of seeing his children rule the world.