Bucky knew he might have been a little bit bad. His daddy was still asleep in his bed though, when he got back to his room with the clothes for Mommy, so at least he'd done good there. He maybe should have told Mommy he'd be there but then she might not come and he'd never be able to get them to fix it.
He stood a few feet from the window waiting, one of Daddy's favorite shirts and a pair of his boxer shorts in his arms. They smelled like Daddy and he hoped Mommy would like it still. Maybe even like it so much she wouldn't go away again.