It was ridiculous, this shouldn't be such an issue. Clint had touched her a million times before, and nothing had changed since the last time... Well, maybe not exactly nothing, because this time he knew that her skin and that unusual softness of her bell felt different for a reason. And that thought alone was enough to make his heart beat faster and made it harder to breathe, but he fought the unease bravely.
He had told her he would try, and he would. Every day again. He had no other choice. They had made this together and he would do his best to act accordingly.
He couldn't fuck this up, he just couldn't. Not this. This wasn't an important shot or some gala diner where he had to behave and ended up embarrassing himself anyway. There was a tiny human being in there in Natasha's body, her baby, his baby... His hand trembled badly, but she held it and it was okay. She was there. He wasn't alone in this, just as little as she was.
And if they did right... If they could raise the child just the right way, they would bring a new life into this world, their life, their responsibility, their legacy. Something they had created together...
It sounded still so abstract, so far away, but there it was, right under his hand. He imagined how her belly would feel in a few weeks, when she would really start to show, and that thought suddenly had him smile with anticipation. Well, here he was, a silly sap after all. They would have to go shopping, buy her bigger clothes and... They would have to buy baby stuff too, right? Clothes and a bed and all and where the hell was it supposed to sleep?
Sure, they had her apartment and his roof loft in New York, but hers was small and his neighborhood wasn't exactly where he wanted to have a kid. He could rent that damn thing out just like the rest of the house, he was pretty sure, there had been people interested in the past... More money was always good, they would need it for wherever they were going to live. They would have to talk to Nick and maybe Tony and... Oh God, Stark, they would never hear the end of this.
He nuzzled his cheek against her neck with a sigh, seeking closeness. But he kept on softly caressing that still mostly flat part of her body where all their hopes and fears now were, and pressed his lips to her skin again and again.
"Oh my God, we're having a baby", he murmured against her neck, still in disbelief, but at least it didn't sound that scared and defeated anymore.
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He had told her he would try, and he would. Every day again. He had no other choice. They had made this together and he would do his best to act accordingly.
He couldn't fuck this up, he just couldn't. Not this. This wasn't an important shot or some gala diner where he had to behave and ended up embarrassing himself anyway. There was a tiny human being in there in Natasha's body, her baby, his baby... His hand trembled badly, but she held it and it was okay. She was there. He wasn't alone in this, just as little as she was.
And if they did right... If they could raise the child just the right way, they would bring a new life into this world, their life, their responsibility, their legacy. Something they had created together...
It sounded still so abstract, so far away, but there it was, right under his hand. He imagined how her belly would feel in a few weeks, when she would really start to show, and that thought suddenly had him smile with anticipation. Well, here he was, a silly sap after all. They would have to go shopping, buy her bigger clothes and... They would have to buy baby stuff too, right? Clothes and a bed and all and where the hell was it supposed to sleep?
Sure, they had her apartment and his roof loft in New York, but hers was small and his neighborhood wasn't exactly where he wanted to have a kid. He could rent that damn thing out just like the rest of the house, he was pretty sure, there had been people interested in the past... More money was always good, they would need it for wherever they were going to live. They would have to talk to Nick and maybe Tony and... Oh God, Stark, they would never hear the end of this.
He nuzzled his cheek against her neck with a sigh, seeking closeness. But he kept on softly caressing that still mostly flat part of her body where all their hopes and fears now were, and pressed his lips to her skin again and again.
"Oh my God, we're having a baby", he murmured against her neck, still in disbelief, but at least it didn't sound that scared and defeated anymore.