Chapter 1
“Hey,” Brock murmured. He kept his eyes closed as he moved Bucky’s long brown hair away from his neck and kissed it. “Come on, wake up.” He shoved his erection against the omega’s ass. “We’ve got time for a quick fuck before I go in.”
“Brock, I’m tired,” Bucky mumbled and pressed his face against the pillow. “Alice kept me up all night.”
“You’ve got all day to sleep. Come on,” Brock grunted and yanked down Bucky’s boxers. “Spread them.”
“Brock, seriously. I don’t want to,” Bucky sighed. “I’m not in the mood. Our daughter kept me up all night. I think she’s getting a tooth. The last thing I want to do is have sex.”
“Our daughter, our daughter,” Brock mimicked in a sneer. “Our daughter gets all your attention while Dad gets stiffed from a quick fuck? After all I do for you?”
“Brock, I-“ Bucky began.
Brock threw himself out of bed and smacked his hand inches from where Bucky’s head lay. “Do you know how many guys would have walked out after you got pregnant? Do you know how lucky you are that I stuck around? I didn’t even just stick around, I fucking support you and I take care of you. I didn’t run the first time or the second time. I could have. I could have run. But I didn’t.” Brock leaned in close to Bucky’s face. “Sometimes I wish I did run. I was a fucking teenager. I had my whole life ahead of me, but instead I’m stuck here with you.”
“I was a teenager too,” Bucky scowled. “I had my whole life ahead of me too, but I wouldn’t trade our kids in for anything. Don’t you feel the same?”
Brock’s face was hard and he narrowed his eyes slightly before standing straight up. “I have to go to work.” He roughly grabbed Bucky’s arm. “Tonight, we are fucking. Understand?”
“Understood,” Bucky whimpered. He let out a sigh of relief once Brock let go. Brock loved to grab his left arm. He knew how much it hurt Bucky for anyone to touch it. He didn’t even like anyone to look at it. He glanced down at the bruises that were forming over old scars.
“Mom?” a small voice asked as a tiny brunette head popped into the bedroom.
“Hey kiddo,” Bucky said softly. “You can come in.”
The little boy walked in and shot a nervous glance up at his father before climbing onto the bed with Bucky. He had his Captain America action figure gripped tightly into his hand. “I heard yelling,” Brian whispered.
“No one is yelling,” Brock grunted as he pulled on his uniform. He took a glance at Bucky and his son before sighing. “Look. Don’t act like that. How about I take you all out for dinner? Huh? Will that get everyone to stop looking like a murdered their dog?”
“Can we afford that?” Bucky asked.
“We’ll make it work. I have to go,” Brock pulled Bucky into a rough kiss before patting Brian on his head and heading out.
“Things will be better, Mom,” Brian patted Bucky on the arm. “Captain America will save us.”
“I wish he would,” Bucky mumbled.
***
“I can’t believe you would embarrass me like that in there!” Brock slammed Bucky hard against the wall just outside of the restaurant. “I work my fucking ass off all week long while you sit on your fucking ass at home, and you talk to me like that?”
“Stop it, Brock!” Bucky turned his body to the best of his ability to shield the baby in his arms from the blow.
“Don’t you fucking dare cry,” Brock grabbed at Bucky’s shoulders and made him look at him. “You aren’t going to sit here and play sweet innocent victim. You are a fucking bitch. You are a nasty fucking bitch.”
“Please stop!” Bucky begged. “Our kids are right here. I’m holding Alice!” Alice screamed in his arms. Bucky tightened his grip on her and pressed her closer to his chest.
“Don’t hurt Mommy!” Brian shrieked and tried to push himself between the two of them.
“Is there a problem here?” a man ran over from across the street. He was tall, broad shouldered, and ridiculously handsome. His eyes narrowed when he took in the scene before him. “You wanna let the omega go?”
“Why don’t you fuck off and mind your own damn business?” Brock answered.
“I’m not going to mind my damn business when some alpha is threatening an omega and his kids,” the man roughly grabbed Brock’s shoulder. “Let him go.”
“Fuck off,” Brock let go of Bucky and turned to face the man. “These are my damn kids and that is my damn omega. So fuck off.”
The man ignored him and turned to Bucky. “Are you okay?”
“You fucking stay away from him!” Brock threw a punch at the man who easily caught it and threw a punch right back. The punch sent Brock flat on his back.
“Are you okay?” the man repeated to Bucky.
Brock scrambled to get off of the floor. A crowd was starting to form around him. “Tell him you are fine and that he needs to fucking go.”
Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and felt some tears pour down his face. “I’ll be okay,” he whispered.
“Do you want me to walk you home?” the man asked softly. “Or, uh, do you live with that guy?”
“Of course he fucking lives with me,” Brock shoved hard at the man to get him away from Bucky. “And you need to fuck off. Our family’s business is none of yours. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he leaned in to pull Bucky into a kiss. Bucky grimaced and pulled away.
Brock pulled away. “So that’s how it is, huh? You going to act like that after all I’ve done for you? Well you can fuck right off and get the fuck out of my house then.” Brock turned to leave and Bucky reached out to grab him.
“Brock, I don’t have anywhere to go!” Bucky sobbed.
“I don’t give a fuck!” Brock shouted as he stormed off down the road.
Bucky dropped down to his knees and held his daughter tightly in his arms. Brian threw his arms around Bucky to the best of his ability.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” the man knelt down in front of him. “I can help you find somewhere to stay.”
“I don’t have any money,” Bucky mumbled as his tears dropped down on the sidewalk.
“Don’t worry about money,” the man said softly. “Look, my place is just a block from here.”
“I’m not bringing my kids into a stranger’s home,” Bucky said quietly.
“Then let me not be a stranger,” the man said. “I’m Steve Rogers.”