Natasha's brows pinched together and her hand moved to her stomach again, rubbing gentle circles over it. A kid's room, some place for their child to sleep during a family vacation. The very idea was so strange, so alien, that she was having a hard time grasping it.
"It's so strange to think that far ahead," she admitted, meeting Clint's eyes again. "Right now it's just this little thing, just some blurry image on a monitor, but in less than a year it could be a child. Our child."
She was still having a hard time coming to terms with that information, partially because she was scared to, and partially because she just didn't know how. After believing for so many years that it wasn't possible, it was hard to accept that it was really happening now.
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Date: 2014-12-03 07:49 pm (UTC)From:Natasha's brows pinched together and her hand moved to her stomach again, rubbing gentle circles over it. A kid's room, some place for their child to sleep during a family vacation. The very idea was so strange, so alien, that she was having a hard time grasping it.
"It's so strange to think that far ahead," she admitted, meeting Clint's eyes again. "Right now it's just this little thing, just some blurry image on a monitor, but in less than a year it could be a child. Our child."
She was still having a hard time coming to terms with that information, partially because she was scared to, and partially because she just didn't know how. After believing for so many years that it wasn't possible, it was hard to accept that it was really happening now.