His tone was harsh but it was what she needed. Of
course he didn’t blame her, he knew she didn’t want this any more than he did,
and had she known there was even a possibility they would have been more
careful. She was being silly, yet when
he held her closer she gladly accepted it. Holding him close she tried to think of something further to say, but
what could she say at this point? It was
something neither of them had expected, and something they had to think
logically about and discuss. It would
probably be better to go home now and deal with it in the medical system she
knew, but the flight would be horrendous, she would be sick the entire time,
and what if they wanted identification? She didn’t want anyone else to know, didn’t want to have to talk about
it.
Only reluctantly did Natasha let him go, and while
a part of her thought it better to be out of his stiff embrace that lacked all
the usual warmth and comfort, she instantly felt cold and alone without
it. Wrapping his sweater tighter around
herself, she drew her feet up on to the sofa and wrapped her arms around her
legs, hugging them to her chest. She
listened to him in the kitchen, every bang of a plate and chop of the knife
going through her and making her wince.
Why couldn’t they be normal? Normal couples would be happy about the news,
and there were some that would give almost anything for the chance that Natasha
was throwing away, but it wasn’t that simple because her and Clint
weren’t normal. They
were anything but.
Natasha watched him return, her stomach twisting
at the sight of the food, but she did accept the bottle of water and took a
small sip, barely enough to wet her throat. Putting the cap back on she let it dangle from her fingers before
turning her head sharply to look at him at his question.
Was he… was he looking for another option? If she said yes, would he want to keep it? Would he grow to hate her if she didn’t
try? If she did? “No,” she answered, and as far as she knew it
was the truth. There would be
complications, and eventually she would lose the baby, just like last
time. Her body would never carry it to
term.
But then she hadn’t thought herself able to even
conceive again either. “It would be best
to get this over with as soon as possible.” Before either of them had time to start doubting the decision.
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Date: 2014-06-09 12:06 pm (UTC)From:His tone was harsh but it was what she needed. Of course he didn’t blame her, he knew she didn’t want this any more than he did, and had she known there was even a possibility they would have been more careful. She was being silly, yet when he held her closer she gladly accepted it. Holding him close she tried to think of something further to say, but what could she say at this point? It was something neither of them had expected, and something they had to think logically about and discuss. It would probably be better to go home now and deal with it in the medical system she knew, but the flight would be horrendous, she would be sick the entire time, and what if they wanted identification? She didn’t want anyone else to know, didn’t want to have to talk about it.
Only reluctantly did Natasha let him go, and while a part of her thought it better to be out of his stiff embrace that lacked all the usual warmth and comfort, she instantly felt cold and alone without it. Wrapping his sweater tighter around herself, she drew her feet up on to the sofa and wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging them to her chest. She listened to him in the kitchen, every bang of a plate and chop of the knife going through her and making her wince.
Why couldn’t they be normal? Normal couples would be happy about the news, and there were some that would give almost anything for the chance that Natasha was throwing away, but it wasn’t that simple because her and Clint weren’t normal. They were anything but.
Natasha watched him return, her stomach twisting at the sight of the food, but she did accept the bottle of water and took a small sip, barely enough to wet her throat. Putting the cap back on she let it dangle from her fingers before turning her head sharply to look at him at his question.
Was he… was he looking for another option? If she said yes, would he want to keep it? Would he grow to hate her if she didn’t try? If she did? “No,” she answered, and as far as she knew it was the truth. There would be complications, and eventually she would lose the baby, just like last time. Her body would never carry it to term.
But then she hadn’t thought herself able to even conceive again either. “It would be best to get this over with as soon as possible.” Before either of them had time to start doubting the decision.
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