Summary: After Steve died, Bucky was left with a hole in his heart. When he returned home, however, it was filled two times over.
Warnings: 40s!bucky, mention of death, heckin adorableness
Word Count: 2,066
A/N: this was a request for 40s!bucky returning home from the war to his wife and child. it is based off of the song of the same title, listening to it while reading might make you cry js (re-uploaded because my tumblr got deleted)
He’d done it.
It went without saying that every soldier had done it before leaving. They’d be parting from their wives without a date telling them when or if they’d ever come back.
That was three years ago.
Bucky ran the pad of his thumb across the nails of his other fingers in a nervous habit. He was thinking about every letter you’d sent since 1942. They were all folded up in his pack and tied with a string for security. Those letters had become the most precious things to him, next to your picture.
Specifically, Bucky was thinking about the fifth letter you’d sent him; the one where you found out your were bearing his child. After everything that had happened, you were the one thing that brought him joy. Now, there would be two things. Especially with Steve being gone.
I love you so much Dean. I will never begin to be able to repay my debt to you. I love you so. I’m so fortunate. I’m trying to type in tears. I’m so in love with you. Forever For serious
Going on 3 months since I’ve seen my love. 900 goddamn miles. The world is pain. And love is pain. But we’re dependent on both. Just hoping, wishing, praying…Beggingfor better days. To see him again. Dear God, these are the things that bring us to our knees weeping soft tears of agony with pain in our hearts. ♡ ✞
