Retreating to the washroom, Natasha locked herself in one of the stalls and leaned against the wall. It was stupid, she was being ridiculous, but she still felt her eyes burning and her heart hammering. All because she had had to admit aloud to someone she didn’t even know the thing she was trying so hard not to think about, despite the toll it was taking on her body.
What was her problem, anyway? It wasn’t even as if it was a true superstition. Usually when people waited it was because the first trimester was a greater risk, and if they told their friends and family and ended up losing the child it would be that much harder to deal with. It wasn’t as if telling someone would ‘jinx’ something and make her lose the baby. She didn’t even believe in stuff like that.
Taking a few breaths she blinked rapidly and tried to get herself under control. If the morning sickness was the worst part of this whole thing then the mood swings and overwhelming emotions were definitely a very close second. She had to stop worrying about this, because while telling people couldn’t actually make anything bad happen, her stressing over everything very well could, then it would be all her fault.
Shaking herself out of this mood, Natasha forced herself to choke down any lingering worries. Clint was out there waiting for her, probably feeling guilty as he was want to do, and she couldn’t leave him to it. Exiting the stall she wet a paper towel and dabbed it just under her eyes and stared her her reflection with determination. Once she was finished she rejoined Clint where he awaited her, looking like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.
“Hey,” she said as she approached, giving him the most reassuring smile she could muster. When no further words were forthcoming she instead moved on instinct and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight.
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Date: 2014-08-26 07:33 pm (UTC)From:What was her problem, anyway? It wasn’t even as if it was a true superstition. Usually when people waited it was because the first trimester was a greater risk, and if they told their friends and family and ended up losing the child it would be that much harder to deal with. It wasn’t as if telling someone would ‘jinx’ something and make her lose the baby. She didn’t even believe in stuff like that.
Taking a few breaths she blinked rapidly and tried to get herself under control. If the morning sickness was the worst part of this whole thing then the mood swings and overwhelming emotions were definitely a very close second. She had to stop worrying about this, because while telling people couldn’t actually make anything bad happen, her stressing over everything very well could, then it would be all her fault.
Shaking herself out of this mood, Natasha forced herself to choke down any lingering worries. Clint was out there waiting for her, probably feeling guilty as he was want to do, and she couldn’t leave him to it. Exiting the stall she wet a paper towel and dabbed it just under her eyes and stared her her reflection with determination. Once she was finished she rejoined Clint where he awaited her, looking like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.
“Hey,” she said as she approached, giving him the most reassuring smile she could muster. When no further words were forthcoming she instead moved on instinct and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight.