[ Steve was lucky that his Bucky was not much of the jealous type in that regard, and he allowed himself a bittersweet thought; what would his Bucky have grown into, if he had the chance? What could they have been? But he had not allowed it much room before he nuzzled his mate. He loved this Bucky, he loved everything that he was, and he had never been a luckier man.
He smiled when their baby latched, their James, and he held Bucky close, whispering Bucky's real name in his ear to show him how much he was loved. He grinned, humming softly. ]
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He smiled when their baby latched, their James, and he held Bucky close, whispering Bucky's real name in his ear to show him how much he was loved. He grinned, humming softly. ]
Not yours? He is your son, too.