Tea Party
“Daddy!” Ruth chirped as she walked into the living room.
“What is it princess?” Bucky asked, looking up from his newspaper to give his daughter his attention.
“Will you have a tea party with me?” The little girl asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.
“Uhhhh….I thought you only played that with mommy?”
“Yeah but mommy is away so I thought I would play with you this time!” Her voice was so cheerful as she explained her reasoning to the man in front of her.
“I don’t know princess.” Bucky said, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“Please daddy?” Ruth begged, giving him those big blue puppy eyes she knew he couldn’t say no to.
“Fine.” The older man finally sighed, she had him wrapped so tightly around her finger it was enough to rival his wife.
Ruth cheered happily, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull him up before dragging him away to her room. He didn’t know what to expect, but he had seen the things his little [h/c] haired princess had made his wife do so he knew nothing good was coming his way.
“Would you like more tea Ms. Daisy?” Ruth asked like the good little hostess she was.
“Well of course my dear, I would love some!” Bucky answered with his best impression of a female voice.
He was currently sitting at the little table his daughter had in her room, surrounded by more stuff animals than he could count and dressed in a pink tutu with a flowered bonnet wrapped around his head. With a smile he held up his cup and watched as his little seven year old daughter poured imaginary tea into it.
“These cakes are delicious my dear.” He said, pretending to take a bite from one of the plastic cakes he had on his plate.
“Thank you Ms. Daisy.” Ruth said, pretending to drink some of her own tea, “It’s my mother’s recipe, I can give it to you if you’d like?”
At this Bucky couldn’t hold in his laughter, it was no secret that he was the better baker of he and his wife. Ruth pursed her lips, irritated at her father for breaking character and the older man quickly composed himself.
“I would love to have your mother’s recipe for rock brownies.” Bucky answered with a chuckle.
“Daddy!” Ruth exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest as her cheeks puffed out.
Before Bucky could defend himself there was the sound of a camera coming from the doorway. Both occupants of the room turned their heads to look and Bucky’s faced paled at the sight of his wife standing in the doorway with her phone poised in the direction of he and his daughter.
“You’re going to regret that rock brownie comment soldier.” [Y/N] snickered then pressed a few buttons on her phone.
“Doll please, please don’t do this.” Bucky begged, the look on her beautiful features revealing her plan.
“Oh but I already have Ms. Daisy.” The [h/c] haired woman laughed then yelped as Bucky picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Sorry princess, I’ve join you for tea tomorrow but right now I need to go tell mommy something.” Bucky muttered to his daughter then carried his wife away to their room, [Y/N] laughing and playfully hitting his back the whole time.