Bucky was just working up a good pout for them both. For the teasing, and the potatoes. But when Peggy grabbed his hand and settled it over Mouse's temporary home. Instead of teasing them he simply sat still until he felt a kick. Then a smile brightened his face in a blink.
"Well how do you do there, Mouse?" He murmured. He had been tempted to rub Peggy's belly, while he sat there with his head on her shoulder. But had been timid about it. Now his fingers splayed over the space she'd placed them on. Not yet born and already the little one had him wrapped around her finger.