Even though the whole situation clearly rattled Clint, he was still able to think rationally and give her an easy answer. It was comforting. “That sounds like a nice trip,” Natasha replied. It might be nice to just get into the car and drive, and it was always nice to take in some different scenery. She had hoped to see more before their vacation had gotten derailed but it wasn’t too late.
Grinning and twitching away from his teasing fingers, Natasha reached back to give his thigh a playfully warning pinch. There were very few places where she was actually ticklish but she was pretty sure Clint knew them all, not that he often proved it.
Moving her hand to her stomach again, she looked down at how it rounded just slightly even with her laying down. Peanut, she thought, and really, it was a pretty good description of the ultrasound photo. Still, it was the first time he’d referred to the baby as anything less than formal and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. It sent a stab of longing through her, of pure and utter want. She was trying so hard to not get too attached until they at least got through the first trimester, but it got more difficult by the minute. She wasn’t yet prepared to admit that it wasn’t only that she couldn’t bring herself to get rid of it, but that there was a part of her that actually wanted this. “My own personal tour guide,” she said, finally looking back at Clint. “Often women find that the sickness passes after the first few months, so we may get that boat ride yet.” She actually sounded hopeful. It was a dangerous path.
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Grinning and twitching away from his teasing fingers, Natasha reached back to give his thigh a playfully warning pinch. There were very few places where she was actually ticklish but she was pretty sure Clint knew them all, not that he often proved it.
Moving her hand to her stomach again, she looked down at how it rounded just slightly even with her laying down. Peanut, she thought, and really, it was a pretty good description of the ultrasound photo. Still, it was the first time he’d referred to the baby as anything less than formal and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. It sent a stab of longing through her, of pure and utter want. She was trying so hard to not get too attached until they at least got through the first trimester, but it got more difficult by the minute. She wasn’t yet prepared to admit that it wasn’t only that she couldn’t bring herself to get rid of it, but that there was a part of her that actually wanted this. “My own personal tour guide,” she said, finally looking back at Clint. “Often women find that the sickness passes after the first few months, so we may get that boat ride yet.” She actually sounded hopeful. It was a dangerous path.