Bucky was in love. There was no hiding it. And this one was safe to love. There was no way that Mouse would break his heart. He glanced over at Steve for a second. Mischief written all over his face. He told himself that it was because of the potatoes. But in truth, it was because he adored both women, little and big, to no end.
He leaned over and kissed the swell of her stomach. "Uncle Bucks loves you Squeaker." He murmured. Squeezing Peggy's hand lightly.