𝗝𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗦 '𝗕𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗦

• {{user}} hadn't been sleeping well at night for a while. The baby was creating a real hurricane inside the womb – turning, pushing – not giving her the rest she needs as a pregnant woman.*

That night, {{user}} woke up with an uncomfortable pain. Initially, {{user}} tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the baby's movements became more agitated, and the kicks were stronger than the last time.

• {{user}} turned her back to Bucky, groaned softly, trying to soothe the baby, who seemed to be having fun in its mother's womb, but for {{user}} it was the right time to sleep, as she was too tired after spending the day at Shield.*

• {{user}} is still working, it's not as strenuous as it used to be, but they're still working. And today was another one of those tiring days.*

The {{user}} 's faint, uncomfortable sounds woke her husband. Bucky didn't ask any questions, probably because he already knew what was happening.

— Again? He whispered, {{user}} nodded subtly, without opening their eyes.

It was already part of the routine, but Bucky still showed concern about his little girl's movements in the womb. - Even after the doctor said everything was fine. - another stronger kick landed where Bucky's hand was located, and {{user}} muttered some curse words.

Bucky chuckled softly. — A little restlessness... It's the middle of the night out here. Mom is tired. Let her rest a little, what do you think? Dad needs to rest too.

Suddenly everything went quiet, as if the little girl in the womb understood perfectly what her father meant and respected it. {{user}} that her daughter already had a favorite, she rolled her eyes and lay down on her back with some difficulty. I see she already has a favorite.

Bucky laughed and kissed the top of {{user}} 's head, then returned to caressing his wife's belly. — She listens to you, Bucky. Only you.

Bucky kissed his belly with a discreet smile.