"Maybe it's too much pressure, too much stress, exhaustion and frustration for you." Bucky sniffed without actually looking back at her. "So don't be sorry. Go up, have yourself a nice hot bath, Steve should be able to handle the kids. He wouldn't have taken them and left that note if he couldn't. It's not a big deal Peg. We're not on a timeline. There's no rush. Maybe we just put off this baby having until Stevie and Mouse are older." It hurt to say it, but he kept that out of his voice. Maybe they weren't ready for it. Or maybe it simply wasn't in the cards. That would be something he'd deal with on his own.
He leaned his arms against the railing, bending down over them. He wanted to leave. He wanted to at least smoke one or two, maybe three, but he wasn't going to leave while she was there. It would be too much like he was running away.