Bucky sprinted through the house his heart beating hard in his chest as he searched for his husband and son. He could hear Steve and Peter's voices down the hall, which allowed some of the anxiety that had manifested in his shoulders to melt away. He opened the door to the first bedroom, where he found his husband laying on the large, King-sized bed with a newborn baby on his bare chest. His stomach still held its shape from when the baby had been inside of him, telling Bucky that the baby had only been born a few days ago.
"Stephan?" Bucky asked, tears welling up in his eyes as he finally saw they were both safe after so long.
"James?" Stephan asked groggily, his dark eyes fluttering open as they blinked away sleep. He moved on his hands off of the baby and onto the bed, using it to lift himself up so that he could see his husband.
Bucky walked a little further into the room, his mouth still open in an awkward, flabbergasted expression. His eyes moved between his husband and his newborn child, not sure which to address first. "I-is this..?" he trailed off, not sure which pronouns to use for the infant.
"Her name is Tara," the sorcerer smiled proudly. Bucky staggered the rest of the way over to them while Stephan unwrapped the blanket that he had wrapped his daughter in to keep her warm. He turned her slightly on his chest so that her other father could see her face.
"God, Stephan," the ex-soldier breathed, "She's gorgeous,." He carefully raised his hand, brushing his fingers lightly over the soft hairs on her head, slightly scared of hurting the tiny infant. "How old is she?"
"Two days," the sorcerer responded. "Do you want to hold your daughter, James?" he asked knowingly, a small, amused smile resting on his lips.
"Can I?" he gaped, causing his husband to let out a small chuckle.
"Do you remember how you held Peter when he was this small?" he paused, waiting for the other man to give him an answer. Bucky thought for a moment before he nodded. "It'll be just the same with Tara."
Slowly and carefully the ex-soldier took his near newborn daughter from his husband, cradling her in his arms as he gazed down at her in wonder. She screwed up her face and for half a moment he thought that she would cry just as Peter had done the first time that Bucky had held his son. But, instead of crying, she just let out a large yawn and then blinked her large golden eyes back at him.
"Her eyes are golden," Bucky mumbled, slightly confused.
"It's her magic," Stephan replied quickly, panic heavy in his voice.
"Your eyes aren't gold," Bucky said, nothing but confusion coating the words, which calmed the sorcerer's quickly beating heart.
"I'm a magic learner, she was born with magic," he responded proudly.
"Because what I need is another insanely powerful baby," Bucky chuckled teasingly, which caused Tara to let out a happy gurgle. They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, just looking over their daughter and relishing in the feeling of being a family. The ex-soldiers eyebrows knit together with concern as he heard the familiar sound of his son crying, which pulled him back down to reality.
"Can you walk?" Bucky asked, remembering how heavily bedridden Steve had been after his delivery.
"Yes, just not long distances," Stephan responded. He moved himself to the edge of the bed, grabbing Bucky's metal arm to help him up. Once he was steadily standing, he grabbed his shirt from the edge of the bed and tugged it on before grabbing his daughter from his husband. When Tara was completely wrapped up in the blanket, they slowly made their way out to the rest of the group.