#yes sam took his nephews to starbucks and got a pumpkin spice latte before dropping them off

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inspired by this lovely art by @fiprobably

“Hey, Buck,” Sam called, pushing the door closed with his hips and toeing off his shoes. “I’m back.”

It was Sam’s turn to pick up Cass and AJ from school, and he dropped them off at their house and went to pick up the groceries before heading back home.

“They were all out of the creamer you like,” he said, placing the bags down on the countertop and starting to empty them out. “I got the pumpkin spice latte one instead.”

“Buck?” He called again after a minute had passed with no answer, pausing halfway through shelving the cans.

Bucky came into the kitchen then, all dressed up in a smart black suit and a pressed white shirt, his dress shoes squeaky clean.

Sam felt his eyebrows shoot up as he blinked a few times. His eyes went from Bucky to the magnetic calendar on the fridge and back to Bucky.

The date wasn’t marked up, but still, Sam asked, “Did I miss something?”

Bucky smiled softly, shaking his head as he walked over to the remaining groceries and started putting them away.

Sam looked down at himself—a well worn sweater that was actually Bucky’s and jeans and black and red socks—then said, “Do I need to change?”

“No, sweetheart,” Bucky said, collecting the bags and shoving them with the other plastic bags under the sink. “You look perfect.”

“Okay,” Sam said, feeling bewildered.

“Did you get—“

“The peaches? Yeah. Cherries, too. Make as many pies as you please.”

Bucky smiled brightly, taking a few steps closer to where Sam was next to the pantry. He held his hands out, and Sam grabbed them without hesitation, intertwining their fingers together.

“I have something to ask you,” Bucky said, and his voice betrayed him a little at the end.

Sam felt his heart skip in his chest, feeling warm all over. “Anything, baby.”

Bucky’s face melted into something much more tender, and he placed a kiss on the back of each of Sam’s hands before dropping them.

Then he dropped to one knee.

Sam’s heart fluttered in his chest like a bird learning how to fly, eyes immediately blurring with tears.

“Bucky,” he croaked.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky answered softly. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long, getting on my knees and asking you to spend the rest of your life with me, because there’s nothing I want more than to spend the rest of mine with you. To wake up every morning to you, to kiss your smile as you drink your coffee and watch you as you make breakfast. To watch you fly like you were made for it, like you were born to have wings. To spend every day we have together reminding you that I’ll love you purposely and unconditionally for as long as you’d let me.”

“Bucky,” Sam breathed, unconsciously covering his mouth with his hand.

“Samuel,” Bucky whispered thickly, pulling a small, velvet box out of his pocket and opening it. “Marry me?”

“Yes.”

Bucky beamed. “Oh yeah?”

Sam grabbed his arms and pulled him up, slamming their lips together until they ran out of air, then he pulled back to pepper Bucky’s face with kisses, ending every kiss with a whispered yes.

Bucky chuckled as he snapped the box closed and wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling him as close as they could get.

Sam pulled back, looking at all the happy lines on Bucky’s face. “I love you,” he said, his voice cracking.

Bucky raised his hands to wipe his tears away with his thumbs. “I love you too, darlin’,” he said, “I love you and your pumpkin spice latte obsession.”

Sam scoffed, fighting back a smile. “I don’t have one!”

“Please,” Bucky said, leaning in to catch Sam’s lips in a kiss. There was a lull in the conversation as the kiss grew passionate, then Bucky pulled back, face flushed and smile so wide his eyes crinkled with it. “I can taste it on your lips.”

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