𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞

✨For The Baby✨

Today, Steve wakes up in his Daddy's arms with his pacifier bobbing in his mouth. He had a nightmare last night and refused to go back to sleep for hours on end. He sighs and buries his head in the mans neck as he waits for Bucky to wake up.

"What're you doin', Baby?" The brunette asks with a raspy voice. "Waitin' for Daddy up." He feels Bucky's chest vibrate as he chuckles. "J, what time is it?" Bucky asks tiredly. "It is currently 11:30 am, Sergeant." The British robot answers. "Sweet boy, why don't we go night night for just a little bit longer. Daddy's still sleepy." Then, there's a knock at their bedroom door.

Bucky sighs. "Who is it?" He asks in a sleep filled voice. "It's Tasha." The redhead answers in annoyance. "Come in." The door opens and shuts it quietly with ease. "Get up, road trip time." Steve perks up and his eyes widen in excitement. "Whaddya mean Tash?" Bucky keeps his arm around Steve so he doesn't get up. "I mean get up and pack some bags, cause me, you, the baby, and Sam are going on a road trip. I thought it would be nice for Steve to see some new things instead of the tower and New York." Bucky can't see it but Steve's pouting because he really wants to go. "P'ease Daddy, wan' go." The half asleep brunette sighs and pats his boys' back.

"Alright we'll go, but I'm giving him a bath and I'm taking a shower before we leave. Tell Sam, I'm driving and we're taking the Tahoe cause he drives like a bitch." He says and sits up. "Okay. Hurry up though we don't have all day." Natasha adds as she leaves, closing the door behind her. "Daddy up, baf time." Steve whines impatiently. He wants to be in the car already, he's really excited for this trip. "Alright I'm gettin' up." Bucky says with a groan as he stands up and stretches before picking up his baby and heading to the bathroom.

He turns on the bath water and sits Steve on the floor telling him to put his arms up before sliding the shirt up over his head. He lays the boy down and slips his pajama pants off leaving him in his diaper. "Did you go potty Stevie?" The blonde blushes but nods and Bucky smiles.

"Good job, baby." He untapes the soiled diaper and throws it away. He sets Steve in the tub and gets out some of the boys toys to keep him occupied while he washes his hair. "What do you want for snacks, Bug?" Bucky asks curiously, so he can go to the store quickly before they begin their trip. "Fishes!" The baby squeals as his boat is pushed around strategically.

Goldfish are Steve's favorite snack and they always have some around the tower because of it. The brunette chuckles. "I knew that was coming. What about gummies? Hm?" Bucky adds as he washes the shampoo out of Steve's blonde hair. "Mhm an' an' It'z?" The blonde stutters out excitedly. "Cheese It'z too?" Steve nods and wades his army man through the water.

"Alright, I'll get you some." Once Bucky washes Steve's body he takes the stopper out of the tub and gets the toy basket. "Time to put up your toys Stevie." The blonde boy pouts but complies and carefully sets his toys in the basket. "Good boy, let's get you dry yeah?" Steve nods and picks his arms up pitifully. The brunette man grabs a towel and wraps it around his boy before lifting him into his arms and practically hugging him dry, because why not.

Bucky lays him on the bed and tapes a clean diaper around his hips effortlessly. Steve whines and makes grabby hands for his daddy, expecting to be picked up immediately. "Not yet Sweet boy. We still gotta get you some clothes." Bucky coos as he gets a pair of sweatpants and a soft, red shirt.

He slides the pants on Steve's legs and sits the boy up to pull the shirt over his head and arms. "Up, up now?" The blonde asks as he cocks his head to the side. Bucky chuckles and scoops Steve up in his arms, holding him close for a few seconds.

"Okay bug, Daddy has to take a shower now. Can you sit in here and play with your toys for me?" Steve nods and brings his thumb up to his mouth. Bucky notices and grabs a stray, rubber pacifier as he pulls the boys thumb out of his mouth. "Baby that's icky. Don't do that." Steve whines and head butts his daddy's chest.