Clint managed to get them both sitting up again, but it wasn’t without pain and she gave him a definite “oh, really?” face for his attempt. Maybe while the food cooked she could at least give his shoulders a quick working and finish up after dinner.

Rubbing one hand over her stomach, Natasha considered how she was feeling. “I’m... actually a little hungry,” she discovered. She knew some women made it through their pregnancies without being sick hardly at all, while others were ill the entire nine months. Clearly she wasn’t going to fit into that first category, but maybe she would be lucky enough that her ‘morning sickness’ actually stuck with the mornings and faded later in the day. Pursing her lips to one side she tried to remember what they had bought at the market, but that seemed ages ago, and Clint had done most of the shopping anyhow.

“Do we have enough ingredients to make pizza?” she asked after a moment. Pizza was something they usually just ordered, but the idea of making their own, from scratch, was suddenly very appealing.