Maryanne settled her arms around him as much as she could, from that angle. Smiling down at him, though it slowly faded when her gaze followed his to the bed. That painful pang came back pretty quickly. Enough that she had to suck in a breath.
But she wouldn't go back on her word. If Bucky needed her for a story, then she would follow through. Though her voice dropped to a whisper. "I think we might have to settle in the rocking chair, I think I have just enough lap left, as long as you don't mind snuggling close to your brothers or sisters."