He can feel Steve coming up behind him. Closer to him even as he pulls it out of the box and can’t help the smile. It had been a long day at work and this… this was a great thing to come home to. Turning a bit he kisses Steve and wraps his arms around him, “This is amazing, Stevie boy.” They were going to have another baby! 

Steve smiles, pulling Bucky tighter against him.”We’re having another baby, Bucky, one all our own.” He whispers in his husband’s ear, kisses his cheek. “Are you happy?”

He pulls his husband as closely to him as possible. Was he happy? There was no contesting that. Reaching up he starts carding fingers through Steve's hair. "How could I not be happy, Stevie? You've made me the happiest man alive. I couldn't be happier. Are you happy?"

Damn you, Future (Open)

There were always bottles of coke for Steve in the refrigerator, always. So Steve had never had to bother with the cans, never had to even look at them. He didn’t care about them, assumed they were someone else’s. So when he goes to get his favorite ( and always, ridiculously American) beverage and the only thing he can locate is a can of it, Steve’s already irritated and confused and he’s not even tried to open it yet. 

Trying to open it though just frustrates him more. Yes there’s a tab but what does he do with it? Does he twist it? Does he yank it off? He turns the can over and over in his hand looking for some kind of written instructions as to how to open the stupid contraption to get to his drink. All he wanted was a drink, why did the future have to over complicate things? 

It was a can right? So maybe he could use a can opener to open it. Only, not that electric one, the electric one made unnecessarily loud noises and always gave Steve a fight. So as he goes to dig through the drawers for the can opener, cursing softly to himself about the stupidity of canned sodas, Steve doesn’t expect anyone to walk in on him. 

Bucky had come into the kitchen to make something small to eat. Hell, he was going to ask Steve if he wanted something as well. "What's wrong, Stevie?" Moving over to his husband he wraps an arm around him, "What're you trying to find?" Though now that he was up close he could hear that soft cursing. "Okay, who did what?" What the hell or who the hell did he have to beat?

It was almost dinner time when Bucky gets home. He’s intent on making them all something to eat and then sitting down with his husband. Just holding him close. Maybe even watch a movie. However, the house is a bit quiet and he walks through the living room into the kitchen. “Stevie?”

Seeing the blue box on the table he looks toward his husband before back at it, picking it up and opening it.

Steve waits patiently and excitedly for Bucky to open it. He hopes that he will be just as excited as Steve was when he found out. He starts to move closer as Bucky starts to get closer to entirely opening the box. He watches Bucky’s face waiting for the smile to appear there. 

He can feel Steve coming up behind him. Closer to him even as he pulls it out of the box and can't help the smile. It had been a long day at work and this... this was a great thing to come home to. Turning a bit he kisses Steve and wraps his arms around him, "This is amazing, Stevie boy." They were going to have another baby! 

He kisses him back and gives a soft groan. “I love those lips.” Every time they kiss along his throat, down his chest and just… Bucky loves every moment of those lips on his skin. Just as he loved every time those hands slid down along his skin. “Stevie…” He lets his shirt be pulled up and throws it aside, grabbing his husband and pulling him close. His own hands slide under Steve’s shirt and he leans his head down, kissing him hard. “I love you too, Stevie. So damn much.”

"Bucky baby," He whispers in response to Bucky’s use of his nickname. No one calls Steve that but Bucky and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He starts to drag Bucky back with fingers in his belt loops. "My lips? Mm, and they can do so much more. Come here, let’s get these pants off of you, huh? Let me show you what these lips can do for you." 

That gets a slight groan out of the soldier. He loves the idea of that but then again... he loved everything that dealt with his husband. "Mmhm, baby, your lips. I love the feel of them on my skin. Love the feel of those hands sliding down over my body." Leaning in he kisses Steve nice and hard, letting himself be led back by his belt loops. "Only if we can get your pants off in the process."

"I would hope that you’re not going to complain." It’s said with a hint of amusement. He gives a soft groan at the kisses to his neck, his hands gliding up under his husband’s shirt. "Lead the way, baby." Even as he says it he starts them down the hall. "Being in bed with you is the highlight of every day, Stevie baby." Hell, he’s not afraid to admit that he’d rather stay in bed with his husband and make love to him. Every day and every night if he could. Unfortunately they had to come up for air and did have children to take care of. 

"Well, of course not," Steve said taking Bucky’s hand and tugging him to the bedroom, trying not to rush them there. He pulls Bucky close to start kissing him, closing the door behind them, trying to quickly get his husband out of his clothing. "I love you," He whispers with each searing kiss he places down Bucky’s neck, hands moving beneath Bucky’s shirt, pressing it slowly up his body and over his head. 

He kisses him back and gives a soft groan. "I love those lips." Every time they kiss along his throat, down his chest and just... Bucky loves every moment of those lips on his skin. Just as he loved every time those hands slid down along his skin. "Stevie..." He lets his shirt be pulled up and throws it aside, grabbing his husband and pulling him close. His own hands slide under Steve's shirt and he leans his head down, kissing him hard. "I love you too, Stevie. So damn much."

"A little bit, yeah," he says with a slight chuckle. "I’m sure Arianna can handle it no matter whether we have a boy or girl." He kisses Steve again wrapping his arms around his husband, pulling him close. "We’ll get a little girl. It’ll just take a lot of love making. That’s all. Just to make sure that we do."

"Well, you know I’m not going to complain about being kept in the bedroom with you every available every moment we have." He said with a small mischievous smile, rubbing his hands against Bucky’s waist before beginning to trail kisses up and down Bucky’s neck. "Come to bed with me, Bucky." 

"I would hope that you're not going to complain." It's said with a hint of amusement. He gives a soft groan at the kisses to his neck, his hands gliding up under his husband's shirt. "Lead the way, baby." Even as he says it he starts them down the hall. "Being in bed with you is the highlight of every day, Stevie baby." Hell, he's not afraid to admit that he'd rather stay in bed with his husband and make love to him. Every day and every night if he could. Unfortunately they had to come up for air and did have children to take care of. 

Calling it sex wasn’t crass and his husband knew it. Though he doesn’t say that to him. Instead he kisses him softly, “We can start making love right now. And you know good and well that I won’t be disappointed if we have another boy. I don’t care what whether we have a boy or a girl, I’ll never be disappointed.”

Perhaps when they were talking about trying to conceive a child he wanted it to be referred to in a more romantic way. He didn’t see the harm in that. Sex was just an act where as making love was something entirely different, two different definitions. “There is kind of an excess of testosterone in this house though, hm? I think Arianna would rather enjoy a little sister when she’s grown up with boys.” 

"A little bit, yeah," he says with a slight chuckle. "I'm sure Arianna can handle it no matter whether we have a boy or girl." He kisses Steve again wrapping his arms around his husband, pulling him close. "We'll get a little girl. It'll just take a lot of love making. That's all. Just to make sure that we do."

My character has just been taken in for questioning by officers of a secret government agency. Send them questions they are being forced to answer in the interrogation room.

"If you want to give me what I want, Stevie boy, then we’ll do what we always do. We’ll have sex and hope for a baby girl." He moves over to him pulling him close. "Because I will not have some stupid internet thing telling me what positions need to be used in order to have children. We will do that well enough on our own. Without the help of google."

Steve squirmed slightly in Bucky’s hold. “Don’t call it sex, call it making love or something romantic, Bucky, sex sounds so crass.” He fussed before heaving a sigh. “Alright, alright, but can we start right now? What if we have another boy, will you be disappointed?” 

Calling it sex wasn't crass and his husband knew it. Though he doesn't say that to him. Instead he kisses him softly, "We can start making love right now. And you know good and well that I won't be disappointed if we have another boy. I don't care what whether we have a boy or a girl, I'll never be disappointed."

"I don’t care what google says, Stevie," he says still trying not to laugh. Especially with how ridiculous this all was. "Google can’t tell you how or how not to have a baby. And if it’s telling you something it doesn’t mean that it’s always true."

“Bucky,” Steve huffed, crossing his arms as if Bucky’s clearly swallowed laughter is offensive. “This is serious. You wanted to have a baby girl and I just wanted to do that for you. I want you to get what you want.” 

"If you want to give me what I want, Stevie boy, then we'll do what we always do. We'll have sex and hope for a baby girl." He moves over to him pulling him close. "Because I will not have some stupid internet thing telling me what positions need to be used in order to have children. We will do that well enough on our own. Without the help of google."

"That’s not what google says though, Bucky! The google says if you do it at a ninety degree angle that you’ll more likely get a girl. That’s what the google says Bucky.” He fusses. 

"I don't care what google says, Stevie," he says still trying not to laugh. Especially with how ridiculous this all was. "Google can't tell you how or how not to have a baby. And if it's telling you something it doesn't mean that it's always true."

Or what? Did his husband really just say that? There’s a soft growl out of Bucky and he pushes back and turns so he’s facing his husband. Taking Steve’s face in his hands he kisses him while at the same time reaching around behind him, giving that ass a slap. Two could play at that game. “You should learn to listen, soldier.”

Steve chuckles into the kiss. Oh he’d gotten what he wanted alright but he wasn’t through playing. He hisses at the slap to his ass but just wiggles it more invitingly afterwards. “Should I? Shall I submit myself for disciplinary action, sir?” He teases before leaning forward to tug at Bucky’s bottom lip. 

He gives Steve's ass another slap before nipping his bottom lip after his own is tugged at. "I think you should, soldier. Seeing as you don't know how to listen." His tone is a bit teasing but he's 'fighting' back so to speak. Just like his husband wanted. Whether his husband took control again or not was a whole other story.

Steve was always the submissive one. Except for those rare occasion that he decided he wanted to be in charge. Remind Bucky that he wasn’t always on top so to speak. So when he’s pressed against the counter and that hand slaps into his ass those eyes narrow a little. He pushes back, “More like you need to let go, soldier. Now.” 

Steve hadn’t hit him hard, just enough to irritate him and it’d clearly worked but Steve was having too much fun here. “Yeah?” He growled lightly. “Or what?” He places just one more light slap to Bucky’s ass to harass him some more, to turn irritation to something closer to frustration and get Bucky to turn on him. Steve knew Bucky could. 

Or what? Did his husband really just say that? There's a soft growl out of Bucky and he pushes back and turns so he's facing his husband. Taking Steve's face in his hands he kisses him while at the same time reaching around behind him, giving that ass a slap. Two could play at that game. "You should learn to listen, soldier."