When he was getting himself cleaned up and calmed down, she checked on Steve asleep beside her and hoped he'd get a good night at last. Neither of them liked the emptiness in the bed and cuddled as much as they could. Peggy sat up a little and pulled her legs up underneath her body as he came back, looking calmer.
"I know, Bucky. I'm not forcing you out, I'm just saying that if you really want this to work then I need some time to feel like we can be friends, that I can trust you. Like, I know you still smoke. And..." she sighed softly, looking down and away at him.
"After Luke was born, I didn't.... I didn't feel right about me. I cried a lot in the mornings when he wouldn't stop fussing and I didn't expect another baby to feel so hard but it did. It drained who I am and hearing that .... that you. I don't know. Just piss-poor timing, I suppose." Peggy reached for her water on the bedside table and took a sip.