There once was a small cabin in the middle of the Romanian woods. It was surrounded by the tallest trees and the most beautiful flowers the nature could offer, there even was a small river that ran just behind the house. Bucky thought it was the perfect spot to raise a family.

So he did everything in his plan: he married you, took you to see the cabin, moved in with you and had a kid, a little baby girl that filled your home with giggles and her bright, blue eyes. Just like Bucky’s.

The baby was barely 6 months old, but Bucky seemed to know exactly how to be a father from the very first time he layed eyes on her. He’d read her stories about dragons and princesses, he’d dance with her in his arms as old big band music played in old vinyl records. He simply adored spending time with that tiny, pink bundle of love that had your smile.

“C’mon, babydoll. Let’s show Mama your outfit! Daddy did a great job.” you heard his sweet voice coming from the living room as you did the breakfast dishes.