“Hey, hello. Wakey, wakey, baby girl.” Bucky steps up to the crib, his hand softly rubbing on Y/N’s little tummy to slowly rouse the small child. He grins at the small grumbles that she makes and the cute little wriggles. “Sweetheart, time to wake up.” He strokes a small circle into her cheek until Y/N opens her eyes lazily. “Hey, there you are.” He watches his little girl rubbing her eyes and lazily grabbing her stuffed toy to her chest. Y/N still feels pretty sleepy. For a moment she stares at Bucky, a little grumpy that he woke her up but then she grins and stretches her arms out for him to pick her up. She really loves daddy. “Did you sleep well, baby girl?” Daddy picks her up, snuggling her into his arms and kissing her head. She nods and grins but soon squeals and screams. Mean daddy is blowing raspberries on her cheeks. In a quick motion, she pushes her friend in daddy’s face. “Oh, Mr. Bunny wants some too? Okay.” Silly daddy now blows raspberries in her bunny’s fur. “No. no daddy.”
“No more?” She shakes her head with a grin, pulling her bunny back against her chest as she yawns, head flopping back on his shoulder. Then suddenly she looks around. Where’s her pacifier? She always has it when daddy wakes her up. “What? What’s wrong?” She whines and wriggles a little, then heavier as Bucky doesn’t catch on immediately. “Hey, hey!” He tightens his grip, looking at his girl to try and find out what exactly is wrong. All the while Y/N whines and struggles until she sees it. Her favorite paci is lying in her crib. She stretches her hand out trying to reach it. Daddy follows her hand and sees her pink pacifier lying between the blankets. “Ah, of course. We can’t forget it, can we now.” He chuckles and bows down to pick it up. Y/N squeals delighted at the change of perspective, clinging tightly to Bucky. The moment he straightens up she’s still giggling and accepting the pacifier, greedily sucking on it. “So, can we get dressed now, sweetheart?” She shakes her head no. She doesn’t want to get dressed. She wants to cuddle with daddy and her bunny and have lots of berries and kisses. “No? But Uncle Steve and Sam are waiting for us.” Daddy smiles a little, stroking his hand through her soft curls. “Okay, we make a deal. We cuddle a few minutes longer but then we get dressed, yeah?” This sounds fair. So she nods. Daddy carries her to the chair by the window. He always reads her stories there or rocks with her when her tummy hurts. So, daddy sits down with her, holding her snugly to his chest, with her favorite blanket draped over her. Y/N loves these moments. Daddy always strokes her back the right way and they look out the window. Sometimes they see funny birds outside. She sighs a little, continuing sucking on her pacifier and fisting daddy’s shirt. “Hey, little cuddle bug.” Daddy speaks up, his voice so soft and his eyes are gentle on her. She looks at him, curious what he wants. “You know daddy loves you very much, right?” He presses a kiss to her forehead, making her smile. Y/N lifts her hand from his shirt and touches his cheek but daddy’s hairs are tickling her and she starts giggling while daddy smiles and meanly rubs ich cheek in her hand even more. “Noo, ahh.” She screeches a little more and soon her bunny finds its way back in Daddy’s face. “oh I see how it is. Mr. Bunny is your knight and protects his princess, huh? Well, then I have to tickle Mr. Bunny, too. Oh! Oh no. Y/N, princess. Help your daddy! Oh no, Mr. knight is winning over me.” Silly as daddy is he lets the bunny tackle him on his face, sinking down with Y/N on the chair, playing that the bunny is fighting him. “Princess, please. Rescue your poor daddy.” He looks pleading at her but Y/N is too occupied with laughing and clapping until suddenly daddy stands up and swings her around, bunny lying on the chair. “Haha, Mr. knight! You got in my trap! Now I have the princess and will tickle her and give her all the kisses.” Bucky laughs and starts tickling Y/N. She screams and wriggles while he carries her off to his bathroom with mean laughing. “Okay, pretty girl. How about we get you out of this yucky diaper and clean you all up, hm?” Daddy sets her on the changing table and Y/N nods, wriggling a little. The diaper is a little tickling and itchy and she might have peed while laughing. Bucky makes all sorts of fun things while changing his girl, from explaining anything to funny faces and tickling feet. It doesn’t take long until he has her ready and back in her room where he dresses her in a yellow jogger and a light blue Henley. Of course, with a white undershirt underneath it to keep warm. Some socks follow as well. Bucky had prepared some light breakfast which basically is some little toast squares which cheese and butter. As soon as Y/N has finished she finds herself dressed in a warm jacket, a scarf, and a beanie aunt Nat had gifted her. She likes it because it looks funny. Daddy quickly puts on some warm shoes and takes her favorite blanket with him after making sure she has her bunny. He’s already in his running gear and he knows that Sam and Steve are already waiting outside with the new Jogging stroller. “Are we going jogging now, baby girl?” Y/N just stares at him with wide eyes, pacifier bobbing rhythmically. “Then come on.” He holds out his hand and Y/N struggles a little to stand up but grabs his fingers tightly, letting him lead to the entrance. She wobbles here and there but manages without falling so far. They need a little longer than usual since Y/N can’t walk that fast with her little legs. Daddy isn’t carrying her this time but that’s okay. Y/N knows that daddy loves how she gets faster day by day. He always tells her and sometimes even complains that she’s already faster than him. Which is silly because daddy is really fast! “Hey, Buck!” Steve waves to his friend with a big smile on his face, sending a gentle smile and a tiny wave to Y/N. “Hey, Stevie, Sam.” Bucky waves and stops in his tracks, carefully letting go of Y/N’s hand. She looks uncertain to him and quickly fists his pants to keep steady and close. “Hello princess.” Sam crouches down to look Y/N in her eyes. She giggles but hides her face shyly in Bucky’s leg, glancing back up at the dark-skinned man. Uncle Sam chuckles and stands back up. “I see, Y/N and her little friend are coming with us and probably leave us all behind, huh?”
“You would be surprised. She can be quite fast if she wants to be. Especially if she gets some strawberries. Right, baby girl?” Y/N glances up at him with a soft smile and hopeful eyes. “Berry?”
“Later sweetheart.” Bucky smiles and runs his hand gently over her beanie. “Well, let's get started.” He picks her up quickly, swings her until she laughs, and secures her in the stroller. She continues giggling and Bucky swears he’s never getting tired of that sound. His heart fills with warmth each time. He would do anything for her to make her laugh like that. He drapes the blanket over her to keep her warm against the chilly morning air and kisses her nose before then they’re on their way. He chats a little on the way, only leisurely strolling through the streets until they reach their usual running spot. He can see that Y/N is already dozing off again, so he quickly starts jogging slowly which wakes her up. Steve teases Sam for a while running as fast as he can, calling ‘on your left’ each time he passes him as he did a few years ago. Y/Y/N finds it funny. Uncle Sam always groans then and uncle Steve shows his tongue. She giggles and squeals each time, even clapping once or twice. “You want to go fast, baby?” Bucky calls and Y/N looks up at him, nodding excitedly. Whatever fast means she wants it. And just then she is going fast. Daddy really starts running just a little faster and Y/N loves it. She screams delighted, laughing each time Bucky pushes the carriage forward a little faster so he can let go for a few meters before he needs to push it again. And Bucky loves hearing her so happy. He can see Steve and Sam smiling from the corner of his eyes. Though, after a while, he actually passes the stroller to Sam so he can go at his usual pace. Y/N is not all that happy but she squeals each time he passes her. He slows down to press kisses against her cheek or makes funny faces before sprinting off again.