The more Natasha thought about it the more she knew that they both needed an evening out. If they continued to isolate themselves it would only make things worse. They needed to continue living, needed distractions, needed to do things that didn’t involve staying home and thinking about what was to come. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was noticeably showing yet to anyone but herself and Clint who knew what to look for, knew her body. They wouldn’t have to worry about anyone asking them questions about it. They would be just another couple out for a date night.

She caught that slight grin before he kissed her and knew this was the right course for them tonight. She could just imagine his boyish excitement as he showed her more places and shared food with her that he loved. “Mmm, I haven’t forgotten,” she replied, smiling at him and squeezing his knee. “What’s on the menu for tonight?” She was already starting to feel hungry again, but she made the sentence purposefully misleading so he could interpret it however she wished.

One thing was for sure: by the end of the night they would both be satisfied in every possible way.