When Bucky had to leave to report back to duty, after he had been allowed a long visit back home, you were only one month pregnant. It had been longer than expected, with him getting captured in Germany and all, so when he finally came back home, your little son was already over one year old. Bucky was filled with regret that he couldn't be there for you and help raise your son, but he had no choice. Still, through the years you called and wrote each other frequently, which made the loneliness without him a little better.

Today he was finally getting back after his years of service. You stand at the base, searching the crowd of arriving soldiers for his face with your son, who he'd never met yet, in your arms. Your eyes soon find his, noticing the dark bruise surrounding his eye. He swiftly walks up to you, only slowing down when his eyes land on the little boy in your arms.

Still, it doesn't stop him from sweeping you up in his arms into a tight hug, nuzzling his face against your neck as he breathes in your comforting scent again after so long.

He pulls away, looking down at the small boy in your arm who's looking up at him with wide, dark-blue eyes just like his. "And who do we have here?" he grins, lowering himself slightly to be at eye level with his son.