The wedding photos had come by the post; it was obvious that these photos were taken before the photographer was frozen by a cocktail of Hydra. At least he had taken a lot of pictures of the guests smiling, the beautiful church room, her bridal entrance, the exchanging of vows, their kissing and even the leaving the bride and groom from the church. The photos were beautiful and romantic, Steve was so emotional and Bucky had a smile plastered on his face. She remembered the thrill she felt at the back of Steve's bike. She just wanted him to roll without stopping. Rose sighed as she watched the picture of them together on his bike.
"Mommy, I made a drawing." Steve shook the sheet in his hands.
"Really what's that Angel?" She closed the photo album; she would finish putting them inside later. The pain was still too fresh in her heart.
"I drew Booky, see ... It's Booky's arm."
Stevenson resumed drawing on his sheet on the sofa. He had drawn Bucky with a metal arm; gray and black were the predominant color. Rose smiled, it was adorable. He had begun to draw everything he saw these days, also because Steve still had his head down on his calpin. Her son only copied his behavior, it was normal.
"Say Bucky, baby."
"Booky ..." He said continuing to scribble on the sheet.
"Bucky, Bucky, uncle Bucky. C'mon baby, try to say Bucky for me."
"BUCKY!"
He jumped for joy when he saw Bucky enter the living-room. Bucky giggled and went into the kitchen. Rose barely turned around, even if Bucky was sweating with a cowardly Jeans showing the muscular V of his lower abdomen. He was busy mowing the garden; he knew he had sex appeal. He even surprised by a woman watching him with binoculars a few minutes ago. But Rose always seemed immune to his charm, but even if she showed repeatedly that she loved him too. She had kissed him on her wedding day, it was true that it was in an attempt to create something in him when he was in Winter Soldier mode but it was still a kiss. He could taste the taste of her tongue on his lips.
Bucky filled the glass of Smoothie by watching her congratulate Stevenson. She gave him a kiss on the cheeks and made clown faces to make him laugh. The look of Bucky at that moment was full of covetousness. Rose wore a light black dress, the curve of her back was a great S seductive, and her body gave him cravings that he shouldn't be thinking.
"Woah it's fantastic, little Stevy. You've done it, whoa I'm so impressed." She shook her son's mane, laughing. Stevenson definitely needed a haircut, a little more boyish.
"I just changed my status of a book name to that of a human being, finally! Congratulations Stevenson." Bucky said coming in behind the sofa where Rose and Stevenson were sat. He held a glass of one of Rose's precious smoothie in one hand and sipped it with a smile on his lips.
"Look what he draws; it's you with your left arm."
Bucky tilted his head to the side a little intrigued by the drawing.
"Do I have a big head like that?"
She laughed, "No no maybe it's because of your long hair."
"And why did he use pink color to paint my skin?"
"Daddy and you are pink." The baby said continuing to draw. Rose's face became serious.
"Use any color, little boy, it doesn't matter." He said.
"Okay."
Rose turned at last to look at him. She admired his gorgeous face but would not admit it.
"What do you look for honey?"
"Uh you have uhm ..." Bucky lowered his head and she pulled out a sheet of his hair, "you had that in your hair."
"Is that all you've seen?" He straightened up; his bloody six pack was highlighted by drops of sweat. He was not as muscular as Steve with the serum but the body he had had nothing to envy to that of Steve. She unknowingly dropped her eyes on the criminal abdominals; she could grate cheese on them. She wondered suddenly if it was friendly to ask him to lick sweat on his stomach. "Honey?"
"Uh yes?" She looked up, a little ashamed of her evil thoughts.
"What are you doing, babydoll?"
"Uhm me ... I was rearranging the wedding photos." She stood up with the photo album to go put it in the library, "there are pretty pictures, I have framed three to put them on the fireplace. Maybe we should- "she turned and gasped. He was there; their faces were a few inches apart. He smiled from the corner of his mouth as he saw the beating of her heart accelerate through the jugular vein that kept pulsing. "I told you to stop sneaking like that." She whispered.
"I didn't sneak in."
"Bucky ..."
"Your physical reactions have changed."
"What do you mean?"
"Before that made no difference whether I was close to you or not, you had no reaction to the closeness I created, absolutely nothing in you compared to the look you gave Steve but now ... Your breath accelerates, your heart beats faster, you stutter too. "
"No I do not uhm I don't-"
"I think it's cute."
"Stop ..." She smiled timidly, looking away.
"Stop what baby doll?" He licked his lips.
"What you're doing."
"What am I doing?"
The two remained in front of each other. The deep look from Bucky seemed to pass through her soul, she could not back or move forward. Bucky locked her in front of the library, she could pass by but she did not even know if she really wanted to leave the place where she was.
"Bucky ... Please." She begged feebly.
"Please what? You know Honey, I kinda want to-"
The babies began to cry in their bedroom, their crying was heard by the baby phone. Rose jumped and pushed Bucky to escape from the prison of repressed desire in which Bucky had imprisoned them. He moved away to let her go against his heart.
"Uhm keep an eye on Stevenson okay?" She ran away.
"Sure." He nodded, resigned, annoyed and incredibly excited.
Steve was bathing the kids in the bathroom. He liked it; his children didn't see his body change as something significant. Ava and Izzie always smiled on seeing him and they were absolutely adorable with him. Stevenson was obsessed with Bucky's metal arm and only asked if he would have one day as his uncle. Laughing with the kids was special, a haven of peace. He really had the impression at that time of being a normal dad who was bathing his child. He was able to manage the little guy too, who was amusing himself to wet the whole bathroom by pouring waves of water everywhere.
Rose would have liked to be with him to bath kids as every evening but there she was tired. She had not slept well the day before because of nightmares, and the twins kept crying all day long. She was exhausted. She lay on the couch and slept soundly. The fireplace was lit and a warm fire warmed the room. It was raining downhill outdoors; the weather was gray and sullen.
It was at this point that Bucky entered the living room. He nibbled a thigh of braised chicken, specialty of Rose. A delight of spice. He ate on the bone with his fingers. He stopped on the way seeing her sleeping in a very uncomfortable position for her neck. He spread to the kitchen to throw away the bit of devoured chicken and washed his hands. He returned to the living room, took a cushion, knelt before her sleeping form and gently lifted her head to put the cushion underneath. He sighed as he looked at her brown face, her pink lips, her pretty little nose and delicate cheekbones. She was pretty, feminine and attractive. Her beauty was natural; it was rare to see her put on makeup, except when she came out of the house.
He noticed that her lips were a little dry; she seemed to breathe only one nostril.
"Uhm you're going to get sick if you don't cover yourself better babydoll." He whispered before putting a kiss on her cheek. He stood up to take a plaid in the white wardrobe next to the library and covered her with it. Rose was of the chilly sort, the weather being unfavorable, she had to take cold.
"Steve?"
"No, it's Bucky, come back to sleep." He said softly. She sighed and hugged herself under the warm plaid.
Her phone slipped on the couch when she moved. Bucky's reflexes were flawless, he had caught the phone before it fell and woke her up.
He was about to put the phone on the coffee table when it vibrated in his hand. He frowned when he saw the name of the identifier: "forget him". It was the name of a person who was texting her and he continued to send texts because the notification went from 2 unread messages to 6 unread messages. He banged on the screen but there was a password needed. Bucky turned to look at Rose, she continued to sleep.
He typed the name "Stevenson" but the password was incorrect. He looked at her again, trying to imagine what password she could have chosen. He tried "Steve" but it did not work either. He thought about the fact that maybe he should not read the messages from this "forget him" but that nickname was pretty weird to be named, especially by someone like Rose. He thought who she could call like that: her father was dead, maybe agent Ward but she seemed to regard him as a friend. Then he thought of the guy he had beaten near a bar in Seattle. His gaze flickered toward Rose and her phone. If it were this Pete, he had to see what he dared write to Rose, if he had dared to threaten her then he had signed his death warrant. But for now he had to find the password for her phone.
Then as if a light bulb was lit in his head, he tapped: "Stucky". And it was the right one. Her phone unlocked. Bucky sat down in the chair and began to read the messages she had receive from this "forget him".
FH: I miss you
Rose: I already said that you must stop to write me. I am married. You have to stop your little game with me. It doesn't work anymore.
FH: I don't play, I promise. I want you to come back; really what do you do with this white man?
Rose: do not call him that.
FH: is it because he is white that you love him? Or because he is rich? I'm sure your parents will be happier if you married a Nigerian mam. I am rich too; you can have a good life with me. I'll buy you what you want. My father may even put you at a high office in government. C'mon Ayu, come back and I promise you I'll marry you.
Rose: You're sick. I will never return with you.
FH: I know you love me, you still love me. Why deny the obvious, we are mean to be together. My son is a living proof.
Rose: He's not your son, he has never been your son, and he'll never be. Now forget me, forgot that you crossed my path, just forget me.
FH: Stevenson is my son, not the son of a white man.
Rose: My husband is more of a father than you ever will be.
FH: It's me his father. And you are my Ayu. When I saw you again I knew it was no coincidence, I think we should pick up where we stopped.
Rose: You abandoned me while I was pregnant and I never saw you again, you know what happened to me after you left me? How did people treat me and my son? Because of you, people called him bastard. Because of you I had to face a lot of retaliation. Thanks God, I succeeded my studies and I found someone who loves me and treat him like his son. Figure it out, our meeting was a coincidence. I don't want you in my life. Stop texting me, it's useless. I must go, goodbye Thomas.
FH: I'll make you rich, Ayu. C'mon I know you still love me. We can be the family you want. Your father likes me.
FH: answer me.
FH: I love you.
FH: Ayu?
FH: Stevenson is my son, Ayu. I have the means to come and take him with me. It's my son.
FH: Ayu?
Bucky put the phone on the table and clenched his fists in anger.
"Honey?"
"Uhm ..." She moaned.
"ROSE?"
She opened her eyes suddenly and sat down quickly, "Yes Yes? Is Ava waking up? Do they need milk?" She rubbed her eyes; she was dizzy because of her start. "Bucky? Why did you shout my name like that? You scared me" He slowly sat down beside her. Rose looked at him suspiciously. He didn't seem happy. "What's wrong?"
"I want the name of your ex."
"What?"
"I want his name and his father's job; I want to know where he lives and what he does in life."
"Bucky-"
He sighed loudly, "Give me the information I want, Rose. Do not make me repeat."
"You ... Did you read my messages?"
Bucky clenched his fists in anger. A black mist invaded his spirits. He had only one desire, to find this Thomas and eliminate him. He wanted to eliminate him; this envy was urgent and serious. Rose saw that he absolutely didn't mind that she knew he had looked at her messages. She swallowed hard; Bucky was terrifying when he wanted to. His hair fell on his face, his gaze was dark.
"I want his name."
"Bucky ... Don't! okay. He does not matter."
"He harasses you."
"He's just ... He's just ... Since my friend Lydie gave him my number he writes me when he wants, and he wants to write to me rarely, when he does he just say stupid things. It's not a big deal."
"Give me his name, I want his name."
"Bucky?"
"I want his name, Rose. Now." He ordered.
"His name is Thomason Ngozi, he lives in Lagos in a chic suburb, he works at the Ministry of Energy, his father is Kaffi Ngozi and he is the Minister of Economy of the country."
"Alright," he stood up and she also got up and stopped him in his place by putting a hand on his metal arm.
"Bucky says something... he doesn't deserve to go all the way to Lagos to kill him, he's not worth it. He just wants to get married to be able to aim for the post of minister like his father. When he will get bored he will stop. Please say nothing to Steve ... Please. "She trembled.
Bucky's face softened, he wrapped his arms around her and she did the same by putting her head on his chest.
"I'm not going to leave you and I'm not going to tell Steve, I know you're faithful and loyal, I just want to have a name, in case you or Stevenson disappears, I know who I have to kill." She nodded, "I'm sorry if I scared you."
"It's okay."
"You know I will not let anything bad happen to you."
"I know."
"I would kill for you."
"I know..."
"I would kill for you because I-"
"Rose come here! Come here!" Steve shouted as best as he could
Rose and Bucky had a worried face before running into the house to the marital bedroom. Rose was just in front of Bucky who was running behind her. He had a beautiful view of her curly wild hair that was bouncing on her back at every step she was doing.
"STEVE? STEVE?" She burst into their bedroom, "What? Wh-Ava? Izzie?" She walked gently toward the king size bed, stunned by what she saw. "Ava ... Izzie?"
"What's- Holy shit!" Bucky was now beside her. He looked at the Twins with the same staggered look.
"Moooommmy." Ava said stammering as Izzie clapped her hands flat on the bed.
"Oh my God!" Rose put a hand on her mouth; tears began to flow on her cheek as she approached the bed. "Steve" What happened? They should not grow up like that ... I mean they look like the same age as Stevenson." She still said emotionally. Ava and Izzie had suddenly grown; they no longer look like 4-month- babies but babies of 13 months. Their hair had even grown in the same honey-color as Rose. Ava Sarah had Steve's deep blue eyes and Izzie Winnifred had the same brown eyes of Rose. They looked like two drops of water.
"I was playing with her and they changed, right under my eyes, they grew up all of a sudden."
"Baby? Are you ok?" She lifted Izzie and then Ava in her arms. "Oh My God, what happened? Are you ok babies?" She gave kisses to their faces. "Girls? Are you ok?"
"Yes mommy." They said at the same time. Rose burst into tears.
"Steve, what happened?They cannot speak, they are newborns, and they cannot-"
"The serum ..." Bucky said.
"But they cannot grow so fast suddenly. Steve? Do something. "She cried by cradling her girls in her arms." It is not normal."
"Moommmy I'm hungry." Ava moaned. The baby put her head on Rose's shoulder and Izzie did the same.
"Don't worry, Barbie." He came behind her and put a reassuring hand on her back.
"But they cannot grow so fast. That's not normal." She was crying, "They're newborns."
"We should go see Tony and Banner; they'll have an explanation, even though I know it's the serum."
"Mommy I'm hungry." Ava pouted with her cute face.
"Rose, stop crying, everything will be fine. Everything will be fine."
"Nothing is ever fine in our lives. Every day, I must be scared of something. What kind of life is that? Now my babies? Steve-"
"Rose? Look at me. I'm sure everything is okay with Ava and Izzie."
"Bucky?" She sniffed, "Can you prepare the car please, and I cannot sleep in peace until I have an explanation of what's going on, I'm too scared for my daughters."
"Yes." Bucky came out of their bedroom.
Rose sat on the bed still shocked to see her babied like that. Steve took Izzie out of Rose's arms and the baby stood on Steve's thighs, leaning on his shoulders. While Rose put Ava in a better position to have her breastfeed. Ava was breastfeeding by watching Izzie play with Steve. Rose looked very scared. Steve could see that. He was scared too but he could not let her know that, she should have a panic attack. He tried to smile at her while she was breastfeeding Ava.
"Our girls are cuties. Look, Izzie have freckles. "Steve smiled at Izzie, who chuckled. He tried to be positive but Rose continued to cry while breastfeeding Ava. She stroked her daughter's hair by humming and sniffling. "Stop crying, I'm sure they have nothing wrong, I've had the same transformation with the serum."
"But they're only newborns, they should not talk or stand up like that, I'm afraid for them, and if they grew too fast, and if ..."
"Shh," he gave her a kiss on the temple, "I 'm sure it's because of the serum in their DNA, but nothing serious, look how healthy they are. They don't like when you cry. Make me a smile, for me and for them. "
Rose looked up tearfully at him and smiled and then nodded. They exchanged a kiss before Izzie came to force her lips between them, intrigued by their kiss. Rose laughed and kissed her daughter too.
Sometime after dressing the girls the bigger baby clothes they had received as a gift for them. They all got into the car and went to the Stark Tower. Bucky stayed in the car while Steve, Rose and their children walked into the big building.
Tony passed several tests to the baby, impressed by their rapid development and especially by their intelligence. Banner was fascinated by them. He wanted to do more testing by taking some of their blood but Rose categorically refused. Her daughters were not going to become guinea pigs or that kind of horrible things she'd seen in Hydra because of their ability. She just wanted Tony to reassure her of their health and that's what he made. Ava and Izzie had no intern problem; he even thought they would never have. The serum in their DNA had the same effect as the serum that Steve had. There was no doubt that they would be stronger, faster and smarter than other children. Stevenson had decided to run around Tony's lab, he had even broken several vials in the process, making Tony grunting as Steve scoffed. Strangely, the news that his daughters had received the serum made him happy. He preferred that they would not get sick one day and be stronger than he was with this pre-serum state. Rose was more frightened than he was about it, especially the fact that they would maybe grow up fast and will not stop quickly growing up until their teenage years.
Outside, Bucky did not remain alone however, Natasha joined him afterwards and he had a fairly ephemeral discussion about their present life. She even asked him if he dated someone and he answered no. He asked her the same question and she answered the same. It was clearly not easy to have a normal love relationship in their world of murder and all kind of attacks. She briefly spoke of Hulk and Hawkeye with whom she almost had something but it did not work. Anyway, she did not see the interest of having a boyfriend she could kill with bare hands. Their conversation was rather interesting; he had not had the opportunity to speak like that before. The exams of the girls take time and this time they used to talk a little. Even though they are not close, Bucky and Natasha understand each other. They have lived the same losses and made the same sacrifices. Especially they have the same weight of murders they committed in the past. They killed a lot. Natasha was the only one who knew what he was talking about. She was not sweet or loving as Rose, he had no taboo to talk about sensitive subject with her. Maybe it was the beginning of something.
One month later
Rose opened her eyes slowly. A new day began. She licked her dry lips and turned her head on the soft pillows. She slid her hand over the sheets where Steve was supposed to be asleep too, but the place was empty.
"Steve?" She called, raising the head slightly from the pillows but received no answer. She rested her head back and closed her eyes. The bed was soft, it was little cold outside the sheets, and she had only one desire was to continue to sleep. But she could not, Steve was adorable to look after the babies but he could not do all alone and Bucky was good just to play with the kids. Changing dirty diapers and feeding was not his specialty. She found enough strength to get out of bed and enter the bathroom. She hesitated in face of the mirror, hesitating if she must to comb her hair which was a mess of tangled curls. Her tight curls that normally were well defined resembled to a nonsense zigzag. She sighed loudly. She brushes her teeth, wash her face and jump into a quick shower.
The warm water flowed over her brown body; she put her head under the jet of soothing water. She used the shampoo to clean her hair and ran her fingers between them to untangle them.
"Mmm so good." She moaned. The red fruit smell of her shampoo was a killer. Steam wrapped the shower as she massaged her body with Steve's male shower gel. She loved the smell of this shower gel even if it gave her more a smell of a man, this smell was going to be masked by the baby cream she usually use. Rose didn't really like the woman's skin body product, the sweet smell of baby cream or elegant shower gel for men attracted her more. Why? She had no explanation. Her hands slipped on her black-toothed nipple breasts, her flat belly resulting in several days of jogging, her curved legs, her apple-shaped butt, her pubic with a light four-day down on. There was no more wax in the house; she thought she had to buy some soon. She took her razor to pass a blow of the shaver on her legs. After several passages, her legs shone with a shining brown. She smiled and resumed the routine of her hair.
When she took care of her hair, she has spent not less than 2 hours under the bathroom. It was a tedious job, but it worked well. After the shower, it was time to dry the wet hair and after smoothing. She wanted to change her head today; it was her birthday after all. Rose was wondering if Steve had thought about it. He was gentle and considerate these days but nothing special, since she was helping him with his illnesses he became somehow surer of himself and he became cuddle bear again. Their marriage seemed to work pretty well when there were not all Captain America's drama. Nothing presaging that he was preparing something special for today.
Anyway, she didn't want a party. She didn't like surprises and Steve knew it. She would just like to play with the children and eat the delicious American chocolate muffins she recently discovered.
Rose wore blue jeans and a gold-colored satin top that looked like a second skin without bra. She found it more comfortable than the maternity's bra that hurt her shoulders. And then she secretly wished that Steve take her on the wall of their bedroom and fucked her from behind. Her ovulation phase made her horny as the hell. She wanted to have sex so bad. She hoped this will be her birthday gift. Steve's body was still attractive, even being skinny, he was still beautiful. Anyway, her ex was not muscular either. She had no real preference over the physical aspect. Thin or muscular, white or black, it did not matter. What mattered was if she felt safe with her partner. Be in phase, in symbiosis. There must be an alchemy. She liked to be loved and pampered and Steve knew how to do this as a damn expert when he wanted. More important he was her husband and she still had the butterflies in her stomach when he smiled at her.
"Girls? Little Stevy?" Rose walked barefoot up to her children's bedrooms, "Ava? Izzie?" She opened the door but none of the babies were in the cradle. Rose frowned and walked quickly into the corridor and Bucky suddenly appeared in front of her. "GOSH BUCKY!" She screamed and he laughed. "I told you to stop doing that!" She clapped her fists on his chest.
"I just get out of my bedroom," he chuckled.
"I'm sure you've done it on purpose, you always do it on purpose. Winter Boo Bear!" She grunted.
"C'mon babydoll, don't get mad." He sneered.
"Stop laughing, you frightened me, I told you I might have a heart attack if you keep doing that."
"Uhm your heart is too sturdy for that, Honey. You look gorgeous." Bucky said seductively by touching her honey-color smooth hair tips. "Even if you look gorgeous every day, when you prettify yourself you look even more gorgeous."
Rose smiled shyly, "thank you."
"And ... Happy Birthday." He gave her a kiss on each cheek.
She laughed happily, "Steve told to you, thank you Bucky, but tell me there's not fifty people in the living-room who is about to shout my name and wish me a happy birthday when I will get in. I absolutely don't want to do the dishes today. "
"What if I do the dishes for you?"
"Oh no no no he knows I hate surprises." She put her forehead on Bucky's torso, chuckling. "My living-room is going to be a big mess afterwards."
"I'm just kidding, babydoll. No guests, just us."
"Just us?" She raised her head.
"Yeah."
"Just us, that's perfect."
"Happy birthday babydoll, Steve and I planned some surprises for you."
"Bucky I told you I don't like surprises."
"You don't like surprise parties and there will not be any surprise parties."
"I don't like the secret either." She folded her arms.
"Damn it girl could you let us surprise you, do I need to tie you up to keep you calm?" The pretty woman with caramel skin licked her lips; a perverse thought of Bucky hammering her on the kitchen counter with her hands tied to the ceiling crossed her mind. He knew that Rose was thinking about something sexual because her gaze fell directly on his lips and her pupils were dilated a few millimeters, "you naughty girl, what are you thinking right now? Don't tell me you're thinking I will really attach you somewhere? "
"Uh what? Uhm no no, I don't know what you're talking about. "
"Clearly you do."
"FOR GOD SAKE WHAT TAKE YOU SO MUCH TIME FOR YOU TO BLINDFOLD HER?" Steve shouted from the living room.
Rose gasped, "LANGAGE!" Bucky replied.
"You have to blindfold me?"
"So you want me to blindfold you?"
"You're such a tease, Winter Boo bear. Stop flirting with me, it's really not a good time to turn me on."
"Okay okay I stop; I admit I just like to see your neck vein pulsing faster, the redness on your cheeks too." He lifted the ribbon to her eyes; she rolled her eyes before closing them.
"Black don't blush."
"Yet you look like a tomato right now." He tied the ribbon behind her head.
"It's wrong."
"That's true."
"It's-" Bucky interrupted her with a kiss on the corner of her lips, the kind of kiss not wise enough to be considered on the cheek and not explicit enough to be laid on the lips. The kind of kiss that left speechless without yet being serious.
"I have to take you to your husband, who will eventually come out from one minute to the next. Now don't say a word, Steve has a surprise for you."
Rose swallowed the ball in her throat as Bucky grabbed her hand. It was confusing to see nothing. To walk in complete darkness without knowing what awaits her.
"Bucky?"
"Just a few more steps."
"Mommy! Mommy!" The children jumped in their park when they saw Rose enter the decorated room.
"My babies! I'm here!"
"No no you stay there, don't move." Bucky stopped her; she already wanted to head for the childish voices of her babies.
The song of Don Jazzy and Tiwa Savage - Eminado began to pass in the room through the speakers of the enclosure.
"Oh my God!" She burst out laughing. It was one of the songs on which Steve and she had danced the first time he had come to her house in Lagos. At this point Bucky removed the ribbon off her eyes, "AHHHH STEVE! Oh My God!" She and Bucky were laughing; Steve danced to the rhythm of Nigerian music. At least he tried; he had not forgotten the base she had taught him. "Ooh Steve ... Why didn't you tell me?" She smiled
"I wanted it to be a surprise." He was dancing. Steve had recovered his body from the serum; she could see the tattoo back on his arm. As he shake his body in all directions.
"Oh God ... Steve ..."
"The one and only." He was singing.
"I will be your African Barbie." She was walking towards him.
"I'll be your six pack bobo," he stroked his abdominal and she burst out laughing again.
"Rockin my back, rockin my back for you," Rose began to turn her butt seductively for him, "rockin my back for you."
"The one and only."
"I will be your African Barbie." Music finished like that. Leaving them breathless and with a big smile on their lips. "Steve ..." She gently caressed his face; he became the one she knew. Tall, handsome, athletic, amazing blue eyes, the luscious lower lip as she adored, the long perfect lashes, the male jaw, the broad shoulders, actually even with this overdose of masculinity, he kept the same gentle look almost innocent . "My husband is a good dancer," she chuckled as she passed her hands around his neck.
"Happy birthday, Rose ... Even when I was not like I am now you stayed by my side and you took care of me. You were there when I was sick and I know I'm an unbearable sickboy." She laughed, "You deserve that this day is the most beautiful of your birthdays. You deserve the earth."
"And you're gonna give me the earth?"
"I'll give you whatever you want."
"I want a kiss."
"KISS, KISS!" The babies clapped their hands.
"Kiss her punk."
Bucky said before Steve crushed his lips against those of Rose. She felt herself losing her foot as if sinking into the depths of a desire she have for Steve. The kiss was so languid, so passionate that they forgot that Bucky was in the room too. Steve carried Rose and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked over to the kitchen island. Steve swallowed every groan of Rose in the kiss. He put her on the kitchen island and stroked her hips, kissing her. Rose moaned louder and opened her eyes then shouted.
"BUCKY! JESUS CHRIST! STOP SNEAKING!"
Bucky was right next to Steve and chuckled looking at them.
"You were so focused I didn't want to bother you," he teased as he backed off. Steve turned to look at him with a scowl.
"You're making fun of us, Oh you're gonna pay for that! No more chicken soup for Bucky."
"If you do that I'll drink all your smoothies you've had so much trouble mixing."
"You cannot dare."
"You know what; I think Bucky deserves a correction." Steve smiled from the corner of his mouth.
"A correction? You will have to catch me for that Stevie."
The two men stared at each other for several seconds before Bucky began to run and Steve also ran after him.
"Come back here jerk!"
"You betta run the hell outta you to catch me PUNK!"
"My men ..." She smiled. Rose was happy.