So, I've had some free time between working and mommy duties. I thought that I'd write a cute, fluffy one shot about my baby, Bucky! My husband had actually told me the same thing that Bucky tells Eden in this fic. It really made me feel so much better about my outward appearance after I had my daughter. A lot of people don't understand that after a mother gives birth, they don't always feel great. Especially with thier bodies. To all my moms out there, this is for you. You are amazing and beautiful and wonderful and yes, you are damn sexy! And even when you're down, and not feeling too hot about yourself, just remember; We moms are so crafty that we make beautiful little people! Your stretch marks are super awesome lightning tattoos! Your tiger stripes! Let them empower you, not get you down! You are GORGEOUS!
Much love, Misfit!
Eden stood in her bedroom, naked as the day she was born. It had been a little over three months since she had given birth to she and Bucky's first child. A handsome, little dark haired boy named Anthony Stephen Barnes.
Eden poked and prodded at her stretch marks, the white and pink lines adorning her hips, thighs, and stomach. Her breasts were no longer full and perky, but limp as her milk had stopped producing. Her tummy was flabby and wrinkled, still rounded out. All in all, she didn't really know how to feel about her new body. She knew that it was worth it, having her baby boy healthy and happy. But her new body made her feel slightly insecure.
Bucky strode into the bedroom that he shared with his wife. He had just laid little Anthony down for his nap and had every intention of doing the same, holding his wife in his arms. However, when Bucky saw Eden standing in front of the floor to ceiling length mirror, he was met with the sight of tears in her eyes. He stood, watching her for a moment, as she twisted this way and that, poking at her belly, thighs, and breasts. It broke his heart.
"Stop," Bucky spoke from the doorway, startling his wife. She turned to him, eyes wide. "Stop looking at your body like it's disgusting."
Eden sniffled,wiping away her tears and turning her back to him. "But it is," she cried, hands skimming over her stretch marks. She then felt Bucky's hands, one cool and the other warm, replace her own. "I'm fat and have stretch marks and my boobs sag and my belly is flabby."
Bucky turned her around to face him, his blue eyes meeting her own. "Ed," he said softly, wiping away her tears. "Listen to me, doll. Your body is perfect. These," he said, fingers running along her stretch marks. "Are super awesome lightning tattoos." He smiled as he kissed her, feeling her smile against his lips. "Your tummy is fine," he spoke, pulling away. "And I will always love your boobs no matter what. And let's not forget the fact that your ass still looks great."
Eden laughed brightly at her husband's words. She no longer felt ashamed or disgusted with how she looked, so long as Bucky found her attractive. And she had a feeling that he wouldn't mind showing her just how beautiful she was to him.
"Thank you," Eden spoke, pressing her lips to Bucky's.
Bucky kissed her back with fervor. "Always," he assured her.