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Their house felt full. Full enough that he had begun to get up before Luke did, because he didn't want his son to wake up the whole house. Stevie slept longer because of the lack of a raising sun. And he didn't hear Mouse stirring. Dressing in the dark quiet of Luke's room, blue jeans and a tshirt being enough to get the toddler fed, he scooped him up out of his crib.

"Hey little man. Hope you're hungry." He commented quietly as he changed the little boy's diaper. Earning a little giggle as he tickled his sides, after pulling on some warm loungers. The sort that had the feet attached, because he knew he wouldn't be able to keep shoes on his son in the house.

There were things about his routine that he'd changed when it got dark, and cold. Bucky adapted. Much like he had through the years moving from house to house, home to home. He knew how to keep warm in a cold house. But this one happened to have a good chimney system. One he stopped to stroke to life, by adding a log or two and closing it up, once he reached the bottom floor.

"Mashed nanas sound good this morning?" He murmured as he carried Luke into the kitchen and set him in his high chair.