He kept tracing little patterns against her skin, some nonsense others words and numbers. "Well, I guess you probably haven't been in the best position to see it. I'm not even sure Steve was paying that much attention." Bucky chuckled softly. "It's the insignia for the 107th. Right below my right butt cheek. Me and some of the guys got really really drunk one night, after we got shipped over, but not properly deployed, one last hurrah, and that's what I woke up with the next morning." It was just high enough that he wouldn't get caught with it during inspection, if it was called while he was still in his boxers and undershirt.
He chuckled softly at the forceful butt against his hand. "I guess she wouldn't protest having a little half brother or sister, as long as I keep spoiling her rotten." He leaned forward and dropped a tender, lingering kiss on her lips. Murmuring softly from a hairs breadth away, "I'd be honored if you were the mother of my child, Peg."