Natasha made a mental note of the okay foods to give the kitten, though she had the feeling that Clint was going to be the primary food giver in this family.
Family.
That’s what they were; that’s what the two of them were together, but now that was changing, it was all changing, and even without the baby how could they go back to how things were? How could he look at her afterwards?
Pushing those thoughts away, she got to her feet, leaving her plate for Clint to take care of. “I know,” she said softly. “The toast earlier helped, promise.” She didn’t needle him about the fact that he had barely even taken a mouthful, not wanting to argue right now. He was trying so hard for her but this was obviously eating him up inside. Another day or two and they would both be sick. Sick of food, sick of the injustice of it all... maybe even sick of each other. Needless to say she was a little grateful when he agreed to clean separate rooms, giving them a few minutes apart.
“She likes the food, if nothing else, so I’m sure she’ll be back as well,” Natasha replied, her own attempt at a smile only marginally better than Clint’s. Heading to the washroom she started with just wiping up all the mess before deciding that the tub needed a good scrubbing, then the shower, the toilet, the sink...
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Date: 2014-06-12 08:04 pm (UTC)From:Family.
That’s what they were; that’s what the two of them were together, but now that was changing, it was all changing, and even without the baby how could they go back to how things were? How could he look at her afterwards?
Pushing those thoughts away, she got to her feet, leaving her plate for Clint to take care of. “I know,” she said softly. “The toast earlier helped, promise.” She didn’t needle him about the fact that he had barely even taken a mouthful, not wanting to argue right now. He was trying so hard for her but this was obviously eating him up inside. Another day or two and they would both be sick. Sick of food, sick of the injustice of it all... maybe even sick of each other. Needless to say she was a little grateful when he agreed to clean separate rooms, giving them a few minutes apart.
“She likes the food, if nothing else, so I’m sure she’ll be back as well,” Natasha replied, her own attempt at a smile only marginally better than Clint’s. Heading to the washroom she started with just wiping up all the mess before deciding that the tub needed a good scrubbing, then the shower, the toilet, the sink...