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Fic written for @t0nystark1er for @marveltrumpshate 💙
Baby Mine: Bonus “EOTL” Story (Pre-Serum Alpha!Steve and Amputee Omega!Bucky)
Two:
Laying down Hugh in his crib for his afternoon nap, Bucky wound the elephant mobile and hummed along with the tinkering music of Baby Mine. Stroking his wrist along Hugh's cheek to scent-mark the infant as he made sure the monitor was on, and left the office-turned-nursery. Quietly walking down the hallway to the pups' rooms to find the pair sleeping in Maisie's bed, hand-in-hand.
Bucky knew that they were still adjusting to this new way of life, just like he was. And sometimes, Bucky wondered if they should move them into one room. But then he remembered when they had asked the toddlers if they wanted to share a room or have their own, how they had jumped at the opportunity for independence.
Easing the door shut, Bucky climbed down the grand staircase to the main level of the house. On his way to the larger kitchen, Bucky straightened the frame of their official first family portrait, the one taken by Steve's photographer best friend, Natasha, and fluffed purple throw cushions on the new gray sofa that was really more for show than anything else. Just little things that helped Bucky believe that this was his house, too. Especially when his mind screamed at him to not mess up Steve's house the way he wasn't allowed to mess up Brock's apartment.
"This is your home now," Steve had told them the first day that they had arrived three days after Hugh was born.
Giving them a tour as he asked which rooms Maisie and Noah would want. Allowing Bucky to choose if he wanted to share a room or have one of the other five bedrooms. Even offering to turn the ground floor into an apartment for them, if Bucky wanted it. Warning the pups about the indoor pool in the basement and how they were never allowed down there without either him or Bucky, while also triple checking that the door was locked. Reminding them that they had full reign of the rest of the house -- even the fancy cinema where Steve had monthly movie nights -- as he solidified, "This is your home now."
This is your home, Bucky reminded himself as he opened the fridge and pulled out sandwich items.
Steve hadn't just been blowing smoke up his ass either, he had meant it when he said that this was their home. Allowing the pups to pick out furniture and bedding and toys -- so many toys. More toys than they knew what to do with. Everything they saw, they wanted, and thanks to Steve and his very successful career, they had it. If Bucky didn't know better, he would've been suspicious of Steve buying their love.
With Bucky, Steve had given him full reign of the house and gave him full support with remodeling. Wanting his house to be their home. Although at first, Bucky had been hesitant, he eventually gave in. First, deciding on more comfortable furniture. It was more than obvious that when Steve had first bought the brownstone, he allowed a decorator to do whatever they wanted with the house.
Meanwhile, the first thing that Steve did was to turn the ground floor into the kiddie floor. Stocking the smaller kitchen on that floor with snacks and juices. Agreeing to the large sectional sofa that just swallowed them up whenever they sat on it and was perfect for nesting and naps, in the family room. Turning that formal living room into a pup's dream by making it an indoor playground. A rock-climbing wall on one side with a pit of soft foam in case they fell. Two clubhouses on opposite ends of the room, connected by a bridge. A slide connected to the clubhouse on the left. Not to mention the swings on either of the clubhouses.
To say that Steve went overboard, would've been an understatement. But it was for the pups, and Bucky just couldn't say no. Neither could Sharon, who designed and overlooked the construction of the play equipment.
The second choice that Bucky had made was to turn the office next to the master suite into the nursery. At first, Bucky was sure that Steve would need a lot more convincing. But he was pleasantly surprised when, after a four o'clock feeding, Steve had readily agreed that he wanted the baby close. It was really as simple as that.
To Bucky's continued surprise, life with Steve was as simple as that.
Really, it had been no surprise when Bucky hinted that he wanted to mate Steve, not even a month after moving in together. Steve, not needing the hints however, had happily offered. Under one condition: for Bucky to bite Steve first. Which Bucky was more than a little glad to oblige by.
After cutting the two turkey and salami on rye sandwiches in half, Bucky put the knife in the sink. Making sure that the baby monitor receiver clipped to his pants was on, shrugging on his winter jacket because it was still too cold for Bucky's liking. Placing both plates on the tray and left through the sliding door off the kitchen.
Cautiously climbing down the deck steps, Bucky crossed the patio and small backyard to the garage. Since they had turned Steve's office into the nursery, Steve had decided to turn the mostly unused guest studio apartment into his office. It was more convenient and allowed Steve to have a quiet workspace.
"Ya know," Bucky started in lieu of a greeting, "We should install a zip-line."
"A zip-line?" Steve loudly chuckled, setting down his pen and turning in the computer chair to watch Bucky set down the lunch tray. Stretching his arms above his head, Steve reminded, "You know you don't have to bring me lunch every day. Especially not on your birthday."
Bucky blew a raspberry in protest as he shrugged out of his jacket and he dished out the plates. Crossing the room to grab some soda from the fridge -- the only fridge that had the caffeinated beverages -- Bucky popped the tops and joined Steve on the sofa. Peeking over at the desk with Steve's latest artwork for the Striped Crusader, and earning a pointed look from the artist himself.
"You know that you have to wait until it's done," Steve half-teased as he took a bite of the sandwich.
"I know," Bucky feigned a whine and took a sip of his Pepsi, "But you can't leave me hanging after the last issue's cliffhanger!"
Steve shook his head, amusement flowing through the bond. Leaning over, Steve kissed Bucky's cheek and assured, "You'll be able to read it soon enough."
"Tonight?" Bucky eagerly pestered. Steve rolled his eyes, but the bond still held that amusement and beneath that, the ever-present love.
Growing up, Bucky had always wondered what a bond would feel like. His dad had told him, "It's knowing you're never alone." His mom had answered, "Having an insight to your partner's mind." Teddy had joked, "It's a five minute warning before realizing how much you messed up." Having a bond now, Bucky knew that he had imagined it wrong. It was like finding a lost favorite book from his childhood. It was a lucky day where everything went his way. It was coming home after a long day.
Bucky wasn't sure if that was how it felt with all bond-mates, but he knew that that was the way it was with Steve.
"I have bigger plans for tonight than just letting you read a rough draft of a comic book," Steve divulged with mustard on his chin.
Shaking his head, Bucky took a napkin and wiped the mustard for his mate. Leaning over to kiss Steve's stubbly cheek, before teasing, "So, you are gonna let me read it?"
"I swear, you only like me for my work," Steve joked, and Bucky sought out the bond within him to see if Steve felt any truth in his jest.
Not finding any insecurities in his teasing, Bucky decided not to worry about it, himself. Choosing to, instead, focus on Steve's suggestion. Wondering aloud, "It can't be a proposal, you already did that --" flashing the simple white gold band on his left ring finger "-- Can't be the party, because you spilled those beans weeks ago."
Playfully rolling his eyes, Steve finished off his sandwich and taunted, "You'll never figure it out."
Bucky narrowed his eyes at his mate and watched him for a moment. Then, he warned, "Steven, it better not be some ostentatious gift."
"Steven?" Steve choked on his food, brows arching high on his forehead, hiding under his floppy blond hair. Finally swallowing, he chuckled, "Geez, so a gaudy diamond necklace is off the table? Ooh, and no shiny sports car? What am I supposed to get you now with those crossed off the list?"
Balling up his napkin, Bucky threw it at the petite alpha. While Steve was preoccupied, Bucky swung his leg over his slender lap. Instantly, Steve's large hands landed on Bucky's sides before sliding around to his ass while Bucky nuzzled into his neck. Pressing kisses to the mating bite on Steve's skin.
Trailing the kisses up the column of Steve's slender neck, Bucky softly confirmed, "I just need you. I only want you."
Steve took in a deep breath, scenting Bucky while he ran his wrists over Bucky's hips and up his back, effectively scent-marking him too. Rolling his head back, to allow Bucky more skin to kiss, Steve taunted, "You won't be saying that once you see your present."
In retaliation, Bucky dropped his hips at that. Grinding onto Steve like they were hormone-filled teenagers. Just giving enough to tease his alpha and soak in that fresh-apple-pie-cooling-on-the-windowsill lust scent. But only for a moment because he knew that he should be heading back to the house. The kids would be waking from their naps soon. Hugh would need a changing and a feeding. Not to mention how Nat and Sharon were bringing the kids ov--
"Are you guys having sex?" A familiar raspy voice, Natasha, questioned through the baby monitor.
Jerking at the surprise, Bucky's heart raced as he climbed off Steve's lap. Shrugging on his jacket, Bucky dropped one more kiss to Steve's lips. Then, packed up the tray and dishes to head back to the main house.
