A/N: Hello readers! Thank you for sticking with me on this one. I appreciate everyone who had continued to read my stories. I really enjoyed writing this series! Bucky is one of my favorite characters in the MCU and I throughly enjoyed giving my take on events. This is the final chapter and the final story in this series. (Although I never thought I would write three of these so never say never!) Thank you again for supporting me! Love you!

Chapter 21

The party lasted another hour until each member of the team took turns saying goodbye and left Jamie, Danielle, and James on their own. Although he tried to pretend he wasn't tired, Jamie started falling asleep on the couch and James moved him to his room for the night. He tucked him in then kissed his forehead before leaving the room.

When he returned to the kitchen, Danielle was closing the fridge after putting the leftover cake away. He didn't say anything as he gathered the last of the decorations from the table.

Danielle studied him, trying to decide if she should ask what was bothering him, or ignore it. She wanted to discuss other matters, but she wasn't sure if he was in a talking mood.

"You're staring." He said, without looking at her.

"You're quiet."

"Have you ever known me to say much?"

"James." She said his name like a warning.

He finally turned his attention to her and noticed the tension traveling up her neck and popping the vein on her temple. He placed the decorations back on the table.

"Will you come sit on the couch with me?" He offered his right hand, waiting for her response.

Danielle crossed the floor to him, accepting his hand and allowing him to lead her to the couch. They sat at the same time, then he turned himself slightly to face her better.

"Do you know what Jamie wished for?" He asked.

Danielle shook her head.

"He wished that I would be at his birthday party every year." Sadness crossed his face as he spoke. "I knew I had missed a lot, but I didn't realize how much he knows I've missed."

With tears in her eyes, Danielle started to speak. "He's little. He didn't mean to upset you. He was just excited to have you at his party."

"I know that." James took her hand. "But I want to make a promise to you and to him that I will always be here. For the birthdays, the anniversaries, and for all the firsts still to come. I promise I will never leave you and Jamie."

He pressed a kiss to her hand to seal his promise.

Danielle watched him as the tears started to flow freely down her cheeks. She knew the life they had lived. You could never say never in the spy world, but she believed every word he said. If he could choose to stay with her and Jamie, then he would.

"There's only one problem with your promise," said Danielle.

James furrowed his brows.

She took their joined hands and pressed his against her stomach. "You have to promise one more."

He looked down to his hand against her stomach, then back to her bright eyes. She saw the realization spark across his face.

"You're pregnant?"

She nodded her head, her voice caught in her throat.

James' mouth split into a huge smile as he began laughing and crying with excitement. His heart nearly exploded from his chest; it was so full of love. He looked back at her stomach once more, then brought his eyes up to hers.

"I can't believe we're having a baby."

Danielle gripped his hand a little tighter. "I'm so glad you're here to share this with me. I wish you could have been there through my pregnancy with Jamie."

James nodded, wishing he could have that time back to be present during the birth of his son. Although he was beyond happy to be a father to a rambunctious six year old, he wished he could have been there to watch his son grow up.

As they sat there enjoying their good news, James began thinking about what their news actually meant for their little family.

"Would you be mad if I said I hope it's a girl?" He asked, rubbing his thumb across her stomach.

She laughed. "You're going to think I'm crazy, but I have a feeling it is."

He smiled as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her stomach, to their baby. James had never been happier in his entire hundred year life. After decades of being frozen in time, he finally felt like he could start living.

"I love you so much." He pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply.

When she pulled back to see his face, she knew the love they shared would only continue to grow. The soldier and the spy, who had been separated by duty, responsibility, and time, would finally get the life they each deserved.