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Delacroix, Louisiana 1993
What's your name even son? "Paul asked without taking his eyes off the engine
"Buc...James Bucky Barnes" Bucky wanted to do a number for Sam's parents, it's not like he needs their approval, but it's important.
"So you're Sam's boyfriend?"
"Yes sir"
"You can call me Paul my Sammy, he's still very young and he hasn't brought the boys home, but knowing you, should I start to worry? Does he have a type? White boys with mean faces," he said. with a smile that reminds me a lot of Sam
"Oh God, he's been talking a lot about the Jones kid lately." he lets out a sigh.
"Apparently he has a crush on rebels."
Paul seemed to talk more to himself than to Bucky.
"I love your son so much.."
"I see, I saw it as soon as you arrived with him.." Give me that key, James"
"I want someone who loves my son, but also this man to be his friend, his partner and to keep him and my grandchildren safe, I may be dead, but I still want my son's grandchildren."
And are you that man? Stopping completely and turning to look at Bucky.
“And what I most want is to keep it safe, to have a mini Sam running around the house and
even though Samuel is so annoying, he will always be my best friend and the love of my life.” Bucky was never so sure as he is now.
"I like you!" Bucky blew out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
"Of course you wouldn't be my choice, but you certainly love my son and will do whatever it takes to make him okay."
"I'll do whatever it takes," Bucky said.
"Listen, I hope the next time I see you I've already put a ring on it and then come here with our mini Sam" reaching out for a squeeze.
Bucky picks up "we have a deal, sir"