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🗒 ❛ HEADCANNON ༉‧₊˚✧

TIMELINE｡˚ ⁀➷ Post Mara's birth

WARNING｡˚ ⁀➷ Fluff, Implied smut, Mentions of Insecurities about stretchmarks, Praises,

SUMMARY｡˚ ⁀➷ You start to grow insecure and avoid intimacy with Bucky because of the stretchmarks that formed as a result of your pregnancy, but Bucky's there to assure you. And also, Bucky opens up about his doubts about being a good enough father.

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Bucky slotted his lips over yours as he pressed you against the wall of your bedroom. His hands gripped your hips, pulling your body into his.

You kissed back with the same ferocity, fisting his shirt in your grip. You panted against his mouth, tilting your head back as his lips kissed down your neck.

He gripped the back of your thigh, hoisting you up and you wrapped your legs around him. He set you on the dressing table, continuing to attack you with hot kisses.

But when his hands reached the hem of your shirt, you pulled away quickly, feeling your nerves spike at once.

No, you didn't want him to see the scar marring your skin, marking you up in an inelegant manner. What if Bucky finds them disgusting? What if Bucky is shocked at the very sight of them? What if he is disgusted by them? You wouldn't risk it.

"Buck, I, uh—" you stammered, hands on his chest to keep him away from you, "I— I have some errands to run,"

Bucky couldn't hide the hurt expression, "Doll, what's up? You've been avoiding me all week!" 

You couldn't deny it. You were avoiding Bucky. Given Mara was having a growth spurt, it was becoming difficult to manage her and it wasn't easy to put her to sleep. Last night, you and Bucky were caught up in a hot make-out session, thankful that Mara was down for the night and you both had finally got time for yourselves. But as soon as Bucky reached to pull your shirt over, you stopped immediately, walking away from him with an excuse of feeding Mara.

"It's just my stretch marks. Uh, they're not a pretty sight," you mumbled lowly, but loud enough for him to hear.

Almost immediately, Bucky tugged you forward, pulling you into his chest and his hands snaked around your lower back. He kept your legs wound around him as you remained seated on the dressing table.

"Not a pretty sight?" Bucky raised an eyebrow, but his gaze softened when a frown developed on your lips, "Doll, have you seen yourself?"

You stared at him, brows furrowed, "I have, that's why I'm saying so,"

"These stretchmarks are a part of you, doll," he tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear, "A reminder of the privilege you gave me. A reminder of our beautiful babydoll. And they only add to your beauty. Highlighting it, even," his smooth words soothed the insecurity in your heart.

"And that tattoo—"

 You groaned in embarrassment, skewing your eyes shut, "Not the tattoo! I regret it,"

"I don't," Bucky grinned at you, slipping a hand under your shirt to rest his left palm on your lower back, "Every scar, every mark is a memory. A reminder. A set of circumstances that brought you to me,"

Smiling at his words, you fondly ran a hand through his hair. Bucky closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, kissing the wrist of her hand in his hair.

"Look, I," Bucky sighed, pulling her closer to himself, "I feel like I'm not enough," he admitted, "For, Aaron and Mara. And for you," he added, absentmindedly running his hand up and down her thighs, making it difficult for her to focus on his words.

"But you are," you played with the ends of his short hair on the nape of his neck, "And don't touch my thighs, I can't focus, seriously," you added when Bucky smirked, "I'm not responsible for what happens if you keep doing that,"

"Ooh," he chuckled, amusing, making you smile softly.

"Look," you held his face in your hands, "Both of us have made mistakes, said and done things that have hurt each other's feelings. Yeah, I know, we messed up like a shitload of times," your gaze dropped to the floor for a moment in guilt. 

Bucky kissed your palm and rested it back on the side of his face to gain your attention. 

You looked back up at him with pursed lips, "But at the end of the day, I think we always find our way back to each other,"

Bucky was immensely touched by your words and didn't know what he did to deserve you. He rested his forehead against yours, "I love you,"

"And I love you," you wrapped her arms behind his neck. Both of you tipped your heads back, connecting your lips in a soft meaningful kiss.

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