Bucky nodded, he should have thought about doing that. But he hadn't been in the right frame of mind. He almost felt guilty.
"There's probably one around here somewhere. Just got to find it." He knew the sound Steve spoke of. Nothing sounded like it. It was... richer somehow.
"Would you look at that. I hold you, and Dad holds me." Again, that safe feeling washed over him. He hoped the feeling conveyed through to their son. Bucky wasn't going to complain about being held.
When they reached the kitchen, he moved to the fridge. "You know what, I'm going to let Dad hold you. He's pretty good at keeping us all safe." And it would be easier to prepare Luke's milk, and his own. Turning to Steve he held his arm out, so that his husband could take their boy.