Books and tea. Natasha felt awash with relief. Books and tea she could handle, books and tea would be for her, for the pregnancy, not for the baby, not for the fully formed being she could only hope it would become.
Stepping out of the shower and into the fluffy towel Clint held for her, she nodded. “It certainly couldn’t hurt,” she said, taking the end of the towel and tucking it in to secure it. She had actually considered going to the library herself to look for help on these next few months, at least, so it was kind of funny if she thought about it that Angelina had saved her the trouble.
Smiling reassuringly at Clint to set him at ease, she kissed him briefly on the lips before vacating the bathroom so he could get a shower himself.
Her first stop was the bedroom where she changed into a dress that was decidedly sexier than the light sundresses she had been wearing so far, but she couldn’t get her mind off of the books. Wrapping her hair up in the towel, she crept past the bathroom, where she could hear water running, to the kitchen for a quick peek.
She was touched to find not only the aforementioned gifts but the fruit Clint had thoughtfully set out for her.
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Date: 2014-08-16 10:30 pm (UTC)From:Stepping out of the shower and into the fluffy towel Clint held for her, she nodded. “It certainly couldn’t hurt,” she said, taking the end of the towel and tucking it in to secure it. She had actually considered going to the library herself to look for help on these next few months, at least, so it was kind of funny if she thought about it that Angelina had saved her the trouble.
Smiling reassuringly at Clint to set him at ease, she kissed him briefly on the lips before vacating the bathroom so he could get a shower himself.
Her first stop was the bedroom where she changed into a dress that was decidedly sexier than the light sundresses she had been wearing so far, but she couldn’t get her mind off of the books. Wrapping her hair up in the towel, she crept past the bathroom, where she could hear water running, to the kitchen for a quick peek.
She was touched to find not only the aforementioned gifts but the fruit Clint had thoughtfully set out for her.