She looked and felt so very peaceful, so relaxed when she leaned back against him, Clint just had to watch her for a while. The fine lines of worry and fear on her forehead from the last days were gone at least for now. Her bright skin was shining softly in the dimmed light, her lips still cherry-red from their passionate kissing.

The light smile on them didn't go away, even when she dozed in his arms. Just a few days ago he wouldn't have thought it possible that she could rest so easy at least for a little while, and he was thankful for every single second.

He didn't touch her much to not disturb her, just held his hands softly on her belly and caressed her ever so gently with his fingertips. The thought of what was there, of why her skin felt so especially soft, was there, dancing under the surface like their bodies under the layer of foam, but he didn't let it break through, not really. He just kept on treating that certain spot with especially tender touches and let his tiredness blur the rest out. Tomorrow was early enough to think about that again.