"Well, nephew maybe makes more sense," Bucky's got to admit, smiling. "You sure as hell ain't old enough to be my ma." He hums softly, looking down at the tiny little bundle. "Either way, you're not wrong about that. His family's gonna be pretty much everyone here, I think. And I don't think that's gonna be a bad thing."

Bucky leans his hip gently against her bed, making sure to keep mother and son close.

"And we'll help you out. With the hard parts and the easy parts. 'Cause family sticks around, even when there are dirty diapers and bottles everywhere," he promises, with a lopsided grin.

His face does grow a little more serious, a moment later. "D'you have a more portable bed for him? In case we've gotta get on the ships?"