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Steve grinned, watching as Sasha scurried a little bit ahead of Bucky and himself, his bright red beanie and yellow jacket making him easy to keep track of, even with the early morning crowd that had descended on the farmer’s market this beautiful fall morning. Bucky gave his hand a quick squeeze before he let it go, calling after the giggling pup,
“Sasha, not so far ahead, buddy!” Bucky’s long legs ate up the distance between the two adults and the pup quickly, Sasha pausing his forward movement to look back at his dad and grin, a perfect, miniature version of Bucky’s own smile. “You’ve got to wait for Daddy and Steve, we don’t want you getting lost!” Bucky swooped up his son, tossing him in the air, Sasha’s delighted peals of laughter echoing around the market.
Steve smiled back at a pair of older women who smiled and laughed at Sasha’s antics, the taller of the two congratulating him on having such an adorable pup. Steve felt his chest warm, unable to deny his inner Omega preened over the fact that the strangers thought Sasha was his as well. He nodded his thanks and hurried to catch back up with Bucky and Sasha, who had turned to look at what was keeping him.
“Steve!” Sasha crowed in delight and flung himself towards Steve. Bucky grunted at the sudden shift in his gravity, and Steve huffed at Sasha’s sudden weight on top of the bag of produce he was carrying.
“Hey Sasha,” Steve said, shifting the pup to a hip, “What’s up?”
“I’m tired.” Sasha pouted, his big green eyes sad and mournful, “I need carried for a while.”
“Uh huh,” Steve snorted, and Bucky’s bright laughter made Sasha giggle in delight. “I suppose I can carry you, but what happens if I get tired, huh? Are you going to carry me?”
“No silly!” Sasha shook his head hard enough for his beanie to slide up, his brown curls freeing themselves exuberantly from their knitted prison. “Daddy can carry you and me both!”
Steve turned towards Bucky, who had gotten distracted by a booth selling sourdough sweets and bread, and said thoughtfully, “Well…I suppose he looks like he’s strong enough to carry both of us.”
Steve took a moment to appreciate his boyfriend, the Alpha broad and tall, his shoulders and thighs thick with muscles from the long hours he put in at his stone masonry business, his skin deeply tanned from countless summer days spent in the sun, his long, dark brown hair streaked with lighter caramel highlights from that same sun exposure. Bucky turned to glance over his shoulder, and his eyes crinkled up with his smile, striking Steve momentarily undone by how handsome the older man was. He felt warmth bubble up in his chest, so unexpectedly overwhelming that he hid his flushed face against Sasha’s hat. Sasha giggled and patted his cheeks, demanding that Steve take him to go see what his Daddy was up to. Steve took a second longer to compose himself, blew a raspberry against Sasha’s belly, and straightened up to see Bucky staring at them both, his eyes so soft and warm that Steve almost tripped as he took a step forward.
Bucky frowned, and quickly hurried over, taking the bag from Steve, and asking if Steve was feeling alright. Steve smiled back at him, feeling giddy and slightly breathless as he leaned forward and planted a kiss right on Bucky’s mouth, uncaring that they were standing in the middle of their small town’s farmer’s market, in view of everyone. Bucky returned the kiss, and as he pulled back a little, thanks to Sasha’s squawk that he was being squished, he asked,
“Not that I’m complaining, or anythin’, Stevie, but what was that for?”
Steve smiled softly, and leaned against Bucky a little, whispering,
“Nothing, Buck, I just love you so much, you know that, right?”
“Back ‘atcha, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered back, his face lighting up in delight, leaning forward to press another kiss to Steve’s lips. Steve melted into the kiss, happier than he could ever remember being.
“Ewww, Daddy, Steve, no mushy stuff!” Sasha exclaimed, and Steve and Bucky broke apart for good this time, assuring the disgruntled pup that they wouldn’t be mushy anymore. Sasha demanded a pinky promise from both of them, and Steve couldn’t ask for a better start to their weekend.