āItās November third, sweetheart.ā
āYeah,ā you grinned, a tangle of Christmas lights in your palms as you tried to source the dud that was stopping you from hanging them on the green plastic tree before you. Still waiting to be dressed, lights first before you went to town with glitter and any other sparkle you could find to adorn it.
āYou sure itās not too early to be putting this up?ā Bucky asked, his firm hands spreading across your belly to wrap around you and cuddle in close.
āI held off because of Halloween and now that rubbish is all over and done with, itās holiday time. Donāt give me shit about this, Bucky. This could have happened two days ago.ā
He chuckled quietly. āOkay, okay. Can I help at least?ā
āSure. Can you help me replace this little globe, please? I think I stood on it earlier when I was a bit too excited to whip them out.ā
Nodding against you, Bucky pulled back and offered his hands. āI can do that,ā he took the stream of lights and the spare to the couch and started fiddling as you found your phone and streamed some Christmas tunes through the apartment. Bucky grinned again, remembering the previous Christmas and how heād estimated heād listened to Mariah Carey, Boobs and Sia over one hundred times each. Fastening the new globe, and happy as it lit up, Bucky stood and held out his hands and the light strand to you. āShall I start at the top for you?ā he offered as you nodded eagerly and held up your phoneās camera expectantly. āYouāre going to put this on Instagram, arenāt you?ā he sighed.
āIām one hundred percent putting this on Instagram,ā you confirmed. āSmile, you big hunk of super solider, you,ā you teased as he forced a smile that said more of āI love you but youāre batshit crazy this time of yearā instead of the āYay, itās the Holiday season, motherfuckers. Letās get merry!ā like you wanted as you pouted and jutted a hip, put out. It was enough for Bucky who laughed heartedly at your response and you got the perfect picture of him bathed in soft white, eyes crinkled happily and wide smile over gleaming teeth.
āJust gorgeous,ā you said, a little taken back at just how handsome he was in the picture. You showed him as he scoffed and went back to the tree. You watched him just a little while longer, wondering just how you got so lucky to have such a wonderful man, yours and yours alone.


















