Family until the end.
lim·it·less
/ˈlimitləs/
Adjective: limitless
Without end, limit, or boundary.
Life was finally peaceful with few interruptions.
Husband and wife finally living out their happily ever after with their son and new friends and na...
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"Happy anniversary, Luna." The faint whisper of her husband's voice brought Mary out of her slumber as she slowly blinked open her hazel eyes to find the blues of her husband's. She felt him pepper a trail of kisses down her jawline onto her neck.
Mary hummed in pleasure and response as she wrapped her arms around Bucky's neck, her hands running through his hair and tugging on the ends, earning a groan in response from deep in his throat. Bucky molded his lips to hers and the two continued their morning devoting themselves to one another. Both of them taking their time pleasuring the other.
That is, until a certain three year old rammed into his parents bedroom door. A thud outside his parents closed bedroom was heard by the couple causing them to stop their love making and pause in their movements. Mary and Bucky both chuckled under their breath knowing their son had slipped as he ran down the hallway passed their bedroom and fell outside their room. They both waited to see if the pitter patter of Jamie's feet would continue on or if their door would open and the energetic fury of their son would leap onto their bed as he did so many mornings.
Sure enough, the creaking of the master bedroom's door could be heard by the parents by the mischievous little boy they were currently raising. His own hazel eyes full of giggles and determination as he pushed the door further open. Panther stuffy in hand as he slowly tiptoed into his parents room, trying to sneak somewhere was never the small pup's forte though.
Ramming his tiny, two year old body into the door of his parents room had given himself away. But his parents loved to give him the benefit of the doubt and let him think he was as stealthy as his father and sister when they wanted to be.
Bucky rolled off his wife's body and collapsed onto his back in a dramatic thoomf of the sheets and comforter. The couple locked eyes with each other and both proceeded to smile and fain sleep to let Jamie think he had surprised them.
The soft but ever noisy step stool could be heard being pushed against the hardwood floors, scraping the floors that Bucky had put together when he and their family had built the home. Mary peaked open her eyes to see Bucky visibly cringing at the sound but otherwise still pretending. Small grunts of Jamie could be heard as he continued to push the step stool towards the foot of his parents bed to jump on. It took everything Mary had inside of her to not laugh or even giggle at her son's attempts to be quiet and sneaky but failing horribly in the cutest way.
Mary rolled herself onto Bucky's chest, his arm instinctively wrapping around her frame as they continued their pretend sleep.
"Shoosh Panfy." Jamie whispered to his Panther stuffy as giggles escaped his lips, "We sneaky." The boy had trouble with his speech but he was two, if he had a lisp no one cared because he was still learning how to talk in short sentences and it was adorable. The young pup of the Wolves of Wakanda then climbed onto the step stool and saw his parents still asleep, or at least that's what he thought until he launched himself onto the bed and his father's one arm caught him mid air with his palm on his chest and stomach. "Ahhh!" Jamie squealed in surprise.
