Natasha heard Clint vacate his towel and gave him a minute to get to the water before turning her head to watch him. He really was beautiful; his muscles were well defined but there was still a softness to him that made it less harsh; his skin was perfectly tanned except for where decades worth of scars left tiny white lines. He was a work of art, and if Natasha were an artist he would certainly be her muse.
Smiling at the image he presented walking along the water, she was about to close her eyes again when a volleyball flew straight at him and he caught it easily before it struck. One of the local boys approached him, but when Clint tossed him the ball and the kid missed, of course Clint couldn’t just let it go. He had to impart some words of wisdom, trying to help the kid improve.
It was a bit strange watching their exchange after the conversation they had had yesterday. Clint was so terrified of ending up like his father, and while it was good for them that Clint didn’t want children Natasha couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness watching him with the kid. He was so patient and encouraging, she had no doubt that he would be a wonderful father given the chance.
A chance she could never give him.
Even as that thought crossed her mind she felt her stomach flip. Though she had no doubts about Clint, she was starting to question other things she had thought to be certainties.
She pushed those thoughts away.
Watching Clint as he swam and floated in the water, Natasha rested one hand on her stomach before closing her eyes again until he returned to her side. When he had laid down and gotten comfortable she rolled over onto her stomach and leaned her head against his arm. His skin was warm and wet and she couldn’t resist placing a quick kiss against his bicep. “I may have to try it for myself.”
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Smiling at the image he presented walking along the water, she was about to close her eyes again when a volleyball flew straight at him and he caught it easily before it struck. One of the local boys approached him, but when Clint tossed him the ball and the kid missed, of course Clint couldn’t just let it go. He had to impart some words of wisdom, trying to help the kid improve.
It was a bit strange watching their exchange after the conversation they had had yesterday. Clint was so terrified of ending up like his father, and while it was good for them that Clint didn’t want children Natasha couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness watching him with the kid. He was so patient and encouraging, she had no doubt that he would be a wonderful father given the chance.
A chance she could never give him.
Even as that thought crossed her mind she felt her stomach flip. Though she had no doubts about Clint, she was starting to question other things she had thought to be certainties.
She pushed those thoughts away.
Watching Clint as he swam and floated in the water, Natasha rested one hand on her stomach before closing her eyes again until he returned to her side. When he had laid down and gotten comfortable she rolled over onto her stomach and leaned her head against his arm. His skin was warm and wet and she couldn’t resist placing a quick kiss against his bicep. “I may have to try it for myself.”