Chapter 9
While walking through the corridors, Bucky's eyes idly wonder around, staring at the dented locker doors and students (especially the young female Omega's) that brush past him. All he has to do is go a bit further. Then take a left and go up the stairs until reaching corridor 10, and room 7 at the end is where Steve is.
He sighs and makes his way up the stairs, black combat boots clacking against the floors. He never really thought about it, but this is the first time Bucky is visiting Steve at his job. And now that the thought has properly sunken in, he really feels like turning around and just telling Steve the good news at his apartment. But maybe Steve will want to go straight to the house? Ah, who cares, let's just get this over and done with.
Room 7, at the end of the corridor on the highest floor. It's an entire art floor with wood technology, digital art, traditional art (which Steve teaches) and even has an entire floor for dancing and drama. Shit, this school is enormous.
Bucky reaches the door to room 7 and takes a deep breath, then lightly knocks. "Yes?" It's Steve's voice. He opens the door and there Steve stands, in front of a table bent slightly down to a student, hand with a pencil in it resting on a sketchpad. God, this room is amazing. A dark wooden room. Dome roof with glass window in it, sun shining through with the blue sky pooling over, floors splattered with paint and all types of art work hanging up on the walls.
"Bucky!" Steve perks up and rushes over to his Alpha, taking his hand and smiling.
"Who let you into the school?" He asks.
"Uh...I just kinda asked if I could see Mr Rogers." Bucky shyly grins and Steve snickers.
"Mr Rogers? I kind of like that." He idly twirls side to side, still holding hands before he walks through the big space in the middle of the class over to his desk dragging Bucky along. "Here. Just stand there."
"Mr Rogers, who is that?" A small girl, brunette with glasses asks.
"Everyone...this is Bucky." Steve proudly introduces his Alpha to his class, grinning from ear to ear. The class smile and some even wave, "Hi Bucky."
"He's my partner. So be nice will you?" Everyone nods, "Now get back to work. I'm looking forward to what designs you'll all have for me to put on those planks." So the students resume their work, drawing and painting. Steve turns to Bucky and pulls him out of the classroom, into one of the closed off storage rooms behind the desk.
"So, what brings you here?"
Bucky beams and steals a quick kiss from those delicious lips, "We got the house baby. It's all ours."
"Wait, seriously?!" Steve pulls away from the Alpha, eyes wide like saucers. He nods and the blond doesn't even try contain his excitement as he gasps and pulls Bucky into another kiss. "Oh my god we have the house! It's ours! We got the house Bucky!" They stay in each other's warm embrace.
This is it. This is where our new life begins.
Steve pulls away and looks up at Bucky, "This really is the start of our life together, isn't it?"
"It really is doll." Bucky smiles again before pressing another kiss onto Steve's forehead.