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Bucky ~ #9

"Don't use me as an example; I wasn't a good kid."

Sorry, this is a bit short. I was sick of having it sitting in my drafts so I decided to finally write it... I don't remember who requested it either so, sorry about that.

You had been married to Bucky for almost 5 years now, and it was going great. You two had a little girl named Rebecca Marie and she was almost 4. You were pregnant with your second child and Bucky had been pampering you like crazy. 

However, Rebecca was a bit of a nightmare somedays. You knew that she had taken after you but Bucky hadn't been aware of your crazy childhood shenanigans. That being said, today was definitely one of the worst days in the past few weeks.

Bucky had been going crazy trying to keep Rebecca from bothering you too much but all she wanted was to play with her mommy. "No! I want to play with Mommy!" You heard Rebecca yell at him.

"Come on, sweetheart. Mommy's not feeling good right now. Why can't I play with you?" Bucky tried, holding one of her dolls in his hands.

"I want to play with Mommy!" She repeated emphatically.

You laughed as you walked from your room out to the living room. "Mommy!" Rebecca ran to you and gave your legs a hug.

"Sorry, doll," Bucky sighed, standing up. "I tried."

You shrugged. "It's okay, Bucky. I can play with her."

"Why can't she just listen to us," Bucky complained softly later that night, once Rebecca was in bed. "She could be a little angel, like I'm sure you were."

You laughed, loudly. "Don't use me as an example, Buck. I wasn't a good kid."

He frowned slightly and pointed at you accusingly. "That's where she gets it then!" He said, a bit jokingly. 

You nodded, kissing his forehead. "Yup. Who knows, maybe he won't be as bad," you said, rubbing your stomach gently.