[Poppy]

Bucky couldn't help but think about how ironic it would be if this whole cabin burned down. After all, it was a log cabin. Still, the fire that Steve made was more than nice, and Bucky thanked him softly as he pulled his chair closer to the flames, huddling near and pulling the blanket around himself. "Thanks... For coming back, I mean." He sighed. "I didn't know if you'd remembered or what-" He rubbed at one side of his belly, the kicking and flipping that had stopped for some time having started back up again. At least he knew they were having a good time. "-but you're about eight months too late, so here we are again." Bucky smiled awkwardly over at Steve.