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Steve couldn’t take his eyes off Bucky. He was bundled up in multiple layers of shirts and a coat on top and yet Steve could see the tiny curve to his belly that hadn’t been there at the beginning of fall. Every time the hayride hit a bump in the road the budding belly jiggled a tiny bit and Steve wanted to do nothing more than to reach out and feel the bit of extra padding. However, he kept his hands occupied by fishing another piece of fudge out of the bag he was holding.
“If I have another piece you’ll have to roll me home,” Bucky groaned, but dutifully took the candy and turned it over in his fingers before he pushed the entire piece into his mouth.
“I’m just getting you in the mood for the holidays.” A particularly bad pot hole forced a pained grunt from Bucky and he leaned forward to cradle his belly.
“I’m not a bear. I don’t need to fatten up to survive the winter.”
Fatten up. Steve’s cheeks flushed at those words, he cleared his throat and forced his shoulders to relax.
“Not a bear?” Steve asked. Trying to play it off as a joke, he scratched his blunt fingernails through Bucky’s scruffy beard, but he could still feel his face burning.
“You do not have a poker face, Rogers.” Bucky laughed and pulled Steve towards him to plant a sticky, sweet kiss on his lips. Then he leaned back, tugged his waistband a bit lower. A sly grin spread on Bucky’s face when he caught Steve staring again.
“Now, hand over another one of those candies—apparently I gotta prepare for a harsh winter.”