Peggy would be lying if she said she wasn't scared. Having dropped Stevie off to daycare so he could get some energy out, Peggy had gone shopping with Mouse and Luke until Mouse had eventually joined Luke and fell asleep in their double stroller set up. She was honestly looking forward to going home and having an hour or two of peace before they woke up hungry again. Luke was sleeping better through the night but her sleep was still broken by him now and again. But then Bucky's texts got her antsy and worried for what the fuck was going on.
Walking slower, getting that sick feeling in her stomach, Peggy braced herself for bad news. What if Bucky was sick? What if he had been having nightmares or had something wrong? Not knowing was killing her but she wasn't sure if she wanted to know either. It was a perpetual state of being.
Quietly pulling the stroller and her children inside the cottage, Peggy shoved her two bags of food into the kitchen and dumped her keys in the bowl, running her fingers through her hair. She had better put them both into a proper bed before Bucky had his say.
Taking Mouse first, she lifted her two year old baby girl into her arms and lulled her back before unclicking Luke's part. She lifted her daughter in one arm and held the baby's seat in the other and ascended the stairs to get them into bed.