#dadbuckyxreader

[myowncase]

I want my mommy!

I want my Mommy!

“I want my mommy!” “I want your mommy too bud”

> Pairing | Dadbucky! X Fem!MomReader (Son Henry Barnes)

> reader is y/n

>Pure Fluff, and nonsense

>Word Count | 1.6k

>Warnings | Fluff, Son crying, Slight Jealousy, Bucky being dad, reader is a busy mom, Dilf vibes (Idk what else warning is in this story please let me know if I missed some).

Bucky's wife decided to continue her career, after taking a break to be a full time wife and mother. One day she was too busy to cater for her son and asked his dear husband to take over.

(this is my first story that I will ever upload. Please be gentle its my first time, I proof read this so any mistakes are made by me and myself only).

I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED, RE-UPLOADED IN ANY OTHER WEBSITES. (can be shared though thank you) ENJOY -JD

“Babe I’m stuck at work right, could you possibly pick up Henry at school?” She said through the phone with her husband. She just went back to work last week and ever since, before she was consistent in picking her son up at school but today wasn’t the day for that being stuck in the hospital with few new cases to examine being a radiologist.

“Of course doll, I’ll pick him up and go to lunch. He could stay here at my office” his husband James “Bucky” Barnes. Meet at the same hospital she works at now, when he once had an appointment to get his left arm checked out. He also checked out the girl in the radiology department.

“Thanks babe, I’ll finish early so that I could make dinner for tonight”

“No worries my wife, I’ve only picked my boy up a few times. I kind of want to spend time with him, kinda stressed and all” he answered and finished the conversation by saying'' I love you.

Six years ago Bucky met the love of his life and ever since that one appointment, he made sure to lock that girl up and make her his. Two years into the relationship they tied the knot and had a family of their own. Y/n her wife decided to stop working for the first few years of Henry's life but since she didn’t want to waste her education she decided to go back to work hence the mixed schedules.

——at school

The bell rings indicating preschoolers are now coming out of their classes in a straight line walking out the front doors of the school being led by their teachers.

Bucky saw his son right away running out of the building. Being this blue eyed brown haired little boy who has his mothers features and fathers charisma, Bucky smiled at his boy and waved at him.

The boy seeing him right away halted from running and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He slowly approached his dad. “Where’s mama?” He asked looking around not even acknowledging his father that is right in-front of him.

He took his things from his hands and kneeled down to be in direct eyesight of his son.

“Mr, Barnes it’s so good seeing you back here” one of Henry’s teachers approached him and he gave a small smile in response. Teachers flirted with James, of course they would. I mean this man is a total DILF. But you weren’t worried as much because knowing that this man is yours and only yours and he knows that as well. He on the other hand is the jealous or more so possessive type of guy. Like this one time where it was an event at Henry’s school, the meeting of teachers per se. One of the parents who was a single-dad approached you, not knowing that you were with your husband. He was clearly flirting with you, sweet talking putting his hands at the small part of your back. But you didn’t think any of it. Bucky on the other hand saw it all and almost ripped the guys head apart when he saw how that man was staring at your behind. If the situation wasn’t in a room filled with parents and children he would have gouged that man’s eyes out. But instead he came up to you with your son and wrapped his hands possessively around your waist and kissed your temple. In the corner of his eye he could see the man glaring at him.

“I’m Bucky, y/n’s husband” he introduced himself.

“I see there's no Mrs. Barnes around?” The female teacher said, looking around for the wife. Bucky stood up holding his son's hands “are you two—not in good terms anymore James?” Her tone turned into a flirtatious one.

“It’s Mr. Barnes for you Miss Connell—And no we are more than on good terms, my lovely wife is out making huge dough for our family, can never be more thankful.” He simply replied and walked away giving a last smug smile at his son's teacher.

“Papa, where's Ma?“ His son's Brooklyn accent is evident, making Bucky smile. “Mama has work bud,” he replied. “No you're lying” he said with a teasing tone and ran towards the car specifically opening the front passenger seat to check if you're really not there.

James walked to his son as he climbed up the passenger seat and checked behind and started crying.. “buddy momma has work remember she brought you there last week?” He said, trying to wipe his son's tears.

“But she always picks me up! Momma!” He continued crying and Bucky couldn’t help but feel sorry for the little guy being so used to being with his mom.

“I want my mommy!” Henry rarely throws fits but today was different. He wanted his mommy.

“I want your mommy too bud” he said trying to carry his son out of the passenger seat into the back to lock him in his car seat. Henry hasn’t stopped crying which made Bucky’s heart ache more. Bucky is a patient father and waited for his son to calm down. He started the car and drove back to his office. “Hey buddy let’s have lunch and go to my office okay?” He asked when Henry had somehow calmed down..”will momma be there?” The boy innocently asked.

“Buddy momma won’t be there” he said looking at his son through the rear view mirror. His son pouted and looked at the window wiping his tears away with his little hands, sniffing and looking like he just lost the love of his life, this little man. Bucky thought to himself, this boy is going to steal my wife from me and I’ll let him.

Situated at his office, Bucky was at his table typing something in his laptop while glancing at his son who was playing something on the couch in-front of his table, he looked at his watch, 2:50pm.

“Hey buddy why don’t we try and call mama?” He asked and the boys head perked up and that huge smile similar to Bucky appeared. Bucky stood up from his desk and walked towards his son, dialling his wife's number.

Bucky sat down at the sofa, Henry sitting on his lap waiting for you to answer.

“Hello?” She answers

“Momma!!” He screams through the phone and Bucky can’t help but smile, also knowing that you were smiling on the other side of the line.

“Mi amore! How are you?” She asked her voice sounded more happier

“I'm good momma, you didn’t pick me up” he said putting his arm around his dads neck.

“I'm sorry baby, Mommy has been kind of busy today, but daddy’s with you isn’t that fun?”

“Yes! We ate McDonald’s momma!” His son continued to talk about his day with his dad and contentment and warmth can be felt in Bucky's heart.

“Okay baby, mommy needs to go now. Can you be a good boy and give the phone back to daddy?” She had to say that because Henry has a habit of just hanging up the phone before giving it back.

“Okay” he simply said, giving it back to his dad.

“Hey honey” she started

“Hey gorgeous, how are you?” He asked

“I’m good, hearing my boys voices changed my mood completely, thank you”

——at home

He parked his car in front of their home. Entering the house the savoury smell of food from the kitchen filled the home. Bucky puts his and his sons' things down and announces their presence.

“Honey I’m home” he said and in chorus his lovely wife appeared from the corner of the entryway of the home, wearing her signature messy bun look, in comfy but classy house clothes and an apron.

“My boys,” she said, kneeling down and waiting for her son to run towards her. “Momma!” He squealed whilst running towards his mom who he dearly missed. She stood up with her son still in her arms, wrapping his arms and legs around her mother.

“I missed you baby, miss me that much won’t even let go of me?” She jokingly asks as his son puts his head in the crook of his mom's neck, whilst Bucky watches in awe of how beautiful his family has become. He slowly approached his wife.

“Hey handsome” she said pulling on his tie to make him come closer and kissed his lips, they both smiled.

“How are you?” She asked, he wrapped his arms around them and put his head on the vacant side of his wife’s neck slowly swaying. “My boys missed me that much,huh?”

“Uhmhhm” they both said

After dinner and putting Henry to sleep, both Bucky and Y/n were getting ready for bed in the bathroom. As she was removing her jewellery she felt two strong hands wrapping around her middle and a head nesting on her shoulders.

“I love you- you know that?” He asked and she just smiled and turned around to face his husband.

“I know, and I love you too..” she said, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“I need one more,” he said, his wife’s forehead scrunched and eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”.

“Hopefully a girl, cause that boy already has you I need my girl.” He said

“Are you suggesting what, I think you are Mister Barnes?” She said smirking up at him

“What if I was Missus Barnes?—Would it be so bad?”

“Well if we don’t start now..” and she didn’t have to say anything more than that, immediately lifted her from her feet and brought her to their bed and made another one.

[soldierswar]

Oh Baby

Dad!BuckyXReader. Angst/fluff

You could read this as either the first one-shot to my fic, sick. Or you could read this as a prologue. Either way works. :)

Plot: You have a new baby that you are madly in love with. But the baby blues are stealing some of that joy away from you. Luckily you have Bucky, a great father and husband to help you get through it. 

TW: Depression

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You were madly in love. You loved your 3-week-old baby more than anyone you had ever loved in your whole life. In your eyes, she was the most beautiful human being that you had ever set eyes on. She had her dad’s sky-blue eyes, with tiny flecks of the exact same color green of your eyes around her pupils. When she was born, she had a full head of Bucky’s chocolate brown hair, your nose, your chin, and even some of Bucky’s facial expressions. You wondered what other features of yours and his she would inherit as time went on and she grew older. Suddenly the thought of her growing older than she was now started to make you feel sad. A lot of things made you feel sad nowadays. 

You didn’t know why you felt this way almost all of the time. The day Frankie was born was the happiest day of your life; despite the idea of ever having a kid was one of the most unplanned event that you could ever imagine. You and Bucky had disclosed, and agreed that you never wanted to have kids. Your lives were too busy, and you both loved what you did. Plus the idea of having a kid was absolutely terrifying. You didn’t know how to be parents. But one day almost 7 months ago while minutes away from taking off on a mission that didn’t involve Bucky, you were called off of the jet only to  be yelled at by your CO for trying to get on a mission while 12 weeks pregnant. 12 weeks pregnant? You had scoffed at your CO for even suggesting that that was a possibility. In fact, you laughed in his face as though it were some weird prank. Someone had obviously planted those results on you. There was no fucking way. True, you had admittedly skipped out on your bi-monthly medical check-ups three times until that day. So you came to the conclusion that someone found out about it and planted it on your medical records so that they could get away with doing what they wanted for at least a little while longer. 3 pregnancy tests later, and a follow-up doctor’s appointment the very next day confirmed their own statements. And yet, although you had both been scared out of your minds for nearly 24 hours, when you heard the sound of that strong heartbeat echo around the room, you felt an overwhelming sense of calm. You had a hard time mustering up the courage to look at the screen at first, but in Bucky’s eyes you could see an expression of awe…even love while fixating on the footage of that little form resting calmly inside you. That look alone gave you the courage to turn around and see what was your little girl. You were then both immediately in love. So why were you feeling like this right now? This was supposed to be the happiest time of your life. Sure, you were a little (very) sleep deprived, our nipples felt like raw, engorged chew toys, and you were recovering from an incredibly long, and difficult labor/birth that bordered on traumatic. It was eventually the best day of your life, but even thinking about that pain made you start to tremble. Why did everyone say that you would forget the pain in a split second? Now for the past week or so, Frankie would start wailing, and she would not stop for a long time. You had no idea what she was crying about, or how to fix it. You felt so helpless in those moments, especially when she would cry angrily as though to tell you to figure out what the fuck she needed, and now. Now was one of those moments. Her diaper was clean, you tried feeding her but she refused; you tried rocking her, and putting her down for a nap. And yet, nothing was helping. You stood in the middle of her nursery with her head resting on your shoulder as you softly bounced her, rocking her side to side. Nothing. You felt tears start to form in your eyes. You didn’t know what you were doing wrong. Maybe she just hated you. Bucky swiftly walked into the room. “Y/N, is everything oka-” “We’re fine,” you snapped. “Y/N, just let me take her for a little while,” “I said, we’re fine! You think I don’t know how to take care of her?” This caused her to cry even harder. You shot him a severe look, signaling him to go away. When he finally left the room, the tears that you tried to hold back began to flow, and you broke out into silent sobs so as to try not to upset her even more. You were failing, and you didn’t know what to do about it. . . . After another half hour, she had finally tired out and went to sleep. But God knows how for how much longer now. You made your way to the living room and plopped on the couch and hugged your knees in an upright position. You nearly started rocking yourself, but you didn’t have it in you to even do that. You didn’t even have the energy to push yourself sideways to make yourself comfortable to get some sleep. So you just stared off into space. You didn’t even have enough energy to even have thoughts at this point. “Y/N,” Bucky sighed, sitting next to you on the couch, setting a light hand on your shoulder. You jumped, not expecting the physical contact. Especially after how badly you had treated him not too long ago. “Y/N, you really should get some sleep.” You shook your head, just barely as you continued to stare off into space. “She’ll probably need me soon, so there’s no point,” “Then let me take care of it.” You shook your head once again. A little bit stronger now. “Y/N, do you not trust me with the baby?” You frowned, but didn’t move your eyes or head to his direction. “Y/N…” Now you snapped your head towards him, feeling a burst of energy fueled by anger come out. “How could you say that?” You exclaimed. “Y/N, you never let me take care of her, much less touch her nowadays. So I’m asking you again. Do you not trust me to be around her anymore?” You sighed, fighting another burst of tears attempting to make their way through. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him with the baby. In fact, it took a little while for him to even trust himself to hold her. On the day that she was born, you decided that you needed to spontaneously enforce the sink or swim method on him. So you just handed her off to him giving him no option but to hold her, or she would fall. And you knew that he was never going to let that happen to his precious little doll. So who the fuck was he to accuse you of that? You shot up, crossing your arms. “Great, so now I’m not just a horrible mother, but a terrible wife too? Is that what you’re saying?” “Y/N,” he said softly, keeping a short distance from you. And that’s when the tears came out in loud sobs. You couldn’t control it, or hold back as you did before. You turned your back to him with your head in your hands. You suddenly felt him wrap his arms around you, and turn you around. Your head was now resting on his chest forming a large wet spot onto his light-grey shirt. He rocked you side to side as though you were the baby now that couldn’t stop crying. You didn’t deserve him. He sat you back on the couch and had you lay down with your knees curled up, and your head resting on his legs. “Y/N, I’m sorry for what I said, but please just tell me what’s going on. You act as though you have to do this alone.” That was it. You felt like you did have to. You felt an immense amount of guilt about how much you had put her in danger for the first three months of your pregnancy. You had carried on doing missions, and engaged in multiple rigorous, and dangerous fights. All because you neglected to go to those stupid check-ups. When you found out about her presence, you felt a desperate need to protect her. Since she was inside of you, it hardly even felt like a task. As long as you were safe, she was safe by default. She was comfortable, secure, and had all of her needs taken care of by default. Now that she was out in the world, it was a different story. You had been so close to her for so many months. It was the closest bond that one human could have with another human. On a technical scale, you were the only one who had any sort of physical contact with her until the moment you gave birth to her. Now that she was out in the world as an autonomous being, that thought scared you. You wanted that closeness back. You wanted her protected in your belly once again. Now it felt like she couldn’t even bond with you. She hated you now. You didn’t know how to properly be a mother. So you tried, and you tried day and night and but continued to fail nonetheless. But while trying to learn how to care for her properly, you didn’t realize that in the process you had been alienating her from her father. Or rather, you had been alienating her father from her. It wasn’t fair to him to feel that way. So, you explained the exact thoughts that you were feeling as you continued to sob on his lap. He did nothing but listen while stroking your hair. “Y/N you’re not a terrible mother,” he said in the hushed tone that he knew soothed you. “And you shouldn’t feel like you have to do this alone. You’re crashing, and I see it happening more and more by the hour. You can’t keep going on like this without eventually ending up in a hospital.” You sniffled, finally regaining the ability to stop the tears. Within a split second, he scooped you up and carried you upstairs to your bedroom to set you onto the bed, covering you up in the warm blankets. The pillows underneath you felt so soft. Softer than they had ever felt in your life. “Now rest,” he whispered before kissing you on the forehead. “What if she gets hungry?” you muttered drowsily.   “Fridge.” Oh right…You had completely forgotten that you had left milk for her in there. You just felt too guilty to use it to let him bottle feed her. But the bed was so comfortable, before you could even finish the thought, you drifted off into sleep. … The next few weeks were still hard; but not nearly as much as before. You let Bucky help you, sharing the load. How you had felt before didn’t go away overnight, and you still felt tired a lot of the time. But you didn’t feel like you were going to crash as hard as before. Slowly over time, the spontaneous waterworks began to subside. Eventually the more you got the hang of things, it was much easier to take care of her. With the added help of Bucky of course. You didn’t realize how much less of a weight on your shoulders it was when you let him share some of the load. You bonded with her more and more, and so did her father. You melted when you secretly watched that tiny baby lay comfortably in his arms. One time you broke out into sobs at the sight of them. Bucky had fallen asleep with her in his arms as she slept comfortably. When he woke up hearing the tear induced gasp, Bucky thought that he had done something wrong. But it was the opposite. You smiled through the tears and explained that they were happy tears.   And as the months went by, you celebrated the new milestones that she accomplished. You weren’t as sad as you thought you would be in the process of  watching her up so fast. You loved seeing how much her fire-like spirit and determination to learn how to do new things and navigate the world flourished. She would give you the biggest, and happiest one-toothed smiles when  crawled around the living-room floor with her chunky baby legs; and oftentimes would explode into the most infectious bouts of laughter. It was impossible for anyone not to light up at the sound of it, especially in public. As mentioned before, it still wasn’t easy adjusting into parenthood. But you set your mind into realizing that this was another journey in life that you would conquer every day, and enjoy every step of the ride. But when those moments came when you felt like you were failing, Bucky stepped in and reassured you that it was just the opposite. He reasoned that you felt that way not because you were a bad mother, but because you wanted to be the best damn mother you could be. And that you were doing a hell of a good job at it. And he was doing a hell of a good job at being the best father. Parenthood may have been a journey that neither of you had wanted in the beginning of your relationship. But now, you couldn’t imagine life without your little family.

(PS note: Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading my stuff, I love you all. Feel free to send in requests!)