Clint was more than happy to just relax this time around and took his seat behind Natasha without complaint. His hands were on her waist immediately, more gentle than anything. He knew better than to distract her on a foreign, slightly dangerous road.
For a few minutes he just enjoyed the draft of the fast ride cooling his skin and the view down on the ocean from the serpentines, where the sun was slowly beginning to fall. He couldn't remember when last he had experienced such a perfect day. Certainly not something he had expected just a few weeks ago.
He folded his hands in front of Natasha's belly, caressed her softly, feather light enough to not disturb her, and murmured something close to her ear. She probably wouldn't hear with the wind blowing around them, but he was pretty certain, she knew already.
At least he didn't feel like falling asleep anymore when they arrived. And of course they were awaited impatiently.
"I thought I told you not to get too used to it", he grumbled when they passed their little visitor by to get into the house. But it sounded kind of amused, friendly this time. There was no escaping from this story anyway, he could as well stop pretending.
He needed to get to the kitchen first thing anyway, to get a good cold bottle of water from the fridge. That was a good excuse to break in these bowls he had bought for some reason in the morning. The kitten looked still a little small for full time meals, so he stayed with the milk thing for now and only snatched a few of the small chicken meat pieces he meant to use for cooking in the next days.
"I think it's your turn, honey", he grinned at Natasha when he was done, holding up the bowls.
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Clint was more than happy to just relax this time around and took his seat behind Natasha without complaint. His hands were on her waist immediately, more gentle than anything. He knew better than to distract her on a foreign, slightly dangerous road.
For a few minutes he just enjoyed the draft of the fast ride cooling his skin and the view down on the ocean from the serpentines, where the sun was slowly beginning to fall. He couldn't remember when last he had experienced such a perfect day. Certainly not something he had expected just a few weeks ago.
He folded his hands in front of Natasha's belly, caressed her softly, feather light enough to not disturb her, and murmured something close to her ear. She probably wouldn't hear with the wind blowing around them, but he was pretty certain, she knew already.
At least he didn't feel like falling asleep anymore when they arrived. And of course they were awaited impatiently.
"I thought I told you not to get too used to it", he grumbled when they passed their little visitor by to get into the house. But it sounded kind of amused, friendly this time. There was no escaping from this story anyway, he could as well stop pretending.
He needed to get to the kitchen first thing anyway, to get a good cold bottle of water from the fridge. That was a good excuse to break in these bowls he had bought for some reason in the morning. The kitten looked still a little small for full time meals, so he stayed with the milk thing for now and only snatched a few of the small chicken meat pieces he meant to use for cooking in the next days.
"I think it's your turn, honey", he grinned at Natasha when he was done, holding up the bowls.