Of course Clint couldn’t let it go, even if it was just a joke. If he had even the slightest inkling that there was any truth to it, that Natasha could be worrying at all about her future appearance or how it might change how he felt about her, then of course he would do whatever he could to lay it to rest.

Looking down at their hands intertwined and covering her belly, her brow furrowed slightly. At the moment they were okay, maybe even a little giddy about the whole prospect of having a baby, but it wouldn’t always be like that. It was exciting, but also terrifying and it was probably going to equally be both of these things for the entire term.

As long as I make it.

“Our baby,” she whispered, bringing her eyes up to his. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”