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A Gift From: hanorganaas (previously theladymore)
Type Of Gift: Fic
Title: everything is wonderful
A Gift For: be_compromised
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary/Prompt Used: Clint assures Natasha she looks just fine at a
later stage of Pregnancy
Author's Note: I happen to love writing baby fics So I sincerely hope
you enjoy reading this fic as I did writing it!


“Nat get back into bed,” Clint yelled to her sitting up slowly, in bed. “I spent 3 hours massaging your feet tonight, my hands are starting to ache.”

Natasha was standing in front of the mirror with wide eyes. Her hands ran over her swelling stomach. Occasionally her hands moved up to her enlarged breasts and started feeling them as well. There was a weird and disgusted look on her face as she did.

“Nat!” Clint urged again folding his arms in front of him.

“Look at me,” Natasha growled, “I am the size of the HULK!”

Clint shook his head. With his first marriage resulting in three children he had done this dance before. He knew what to expect, what he could possibly help with and how to be supportive a possible. The frightening thing was, Natasha didn’t need to read the typical Pregnancy bible What to Expect When You’re Expecting. Clint was a fucking walking encyclopedia on what was going on inside her body.

However, there was a huge difference between Laura and Natasha. His former wife, with whom probably had the easiest divorce in the history of mankind and the existence of the institution of marriage, was probably one of the most gracious pregnant women he came across. She was kind and polite, she was never afraid to ask for help when she needed it. She understood fully that her body was going to change drastically in the next couple of months due to the fact a tiny human was growing insider her. Then again Laura was not a Russian assassin trained by the KGB….Laura was a small town girl who taught history at the Local middle school. And with hormonal teenage brats she had the patience of a saint.

Natasha was far from gracious. Yes, she was happy to be pregnant, because all her spy career she believed she would never have a child because she was told she would probably never have children. She thought of the child as not only a gift of normalcy but the biggest fuck you she could give to the Red Room she could possibly give.

The problem was she hated the symptoms to go with it. Natasha who was rarely ever sick before this now had to deal with running to the bathroom in the middle in the middle of the night to vomit. She couldn’t exercise or spar like she loved to do because heavy exertion or a kick to the stomach could pose a risk to the kid, and her body quickly changed from a slender form to a heavy looking stomach and perkier than usual breasts.

It was a big change, and for someone who was used to having to be constantly healthy and fit, it was probably hell for her. To be honest, if for some freak reason Clint got pregnant, and he was forced to give up shooting his arrows for nine months, he’d probably go mad.

“Nat you are not the size of the Hulk,” Clint sighed, “besides it’s only temporary!”

“I am going to have stretch marks when this is finished,” Natasha lamented as she turned to the side to check out the size of her swelling stomach. She had gotten to the point where she not even loose clothing could hide the baby bump. “And I know someone who’s breasts got so big they needed a reduction.”

Clint sighed. Usually he could talk down Natasha’s pregnancy woes, but this was going to take more than a few simple words of reassurance. He needed to take even more, physical and productive measures to talk her down. He stood up from the bed and made his way over to Natasha. With a smile he wrapped his hands around her middle running his hands up and down her stomach and pressed his back against her.

He sighed and rested his head on her shoulder and looked in the mirror. His smile involuntarily widened at their reflection. He didn’t think they looked more perfect than they did now, the two of them about to start another branch of his family together.

“I think you look great,” Clint said, “I mean if you follow the routine the stretch marks will be gone quicker than they came and your boobs,” His hands moved up to her breasts and gave them a slight squeeze, “who cares if they’re big. More fun for me.”

Natasha rolled her eyes and smirked.

“Oh of course,” She chuckled, “the rest of my body and my vagina can be wrecked by this tiny human but as long as I have big boobs, everything else is going to be awesome.”

“Basically,” Clint joked along, “cause like all men, boobs are the only thing that’s on my mind.” He paused and kissed her cheek. “But seriously ‘Tasha, I don’t care if you never lose the baby weight, hell I don’t care if this kid comes out and you will no longer be the athletic and fit woman you present yourself to be. As long as you remain the sassy, resilient and fiery woman I fell in love with it doesn’t matter to me, cause at the end of day, it was that fiery red hair and striking eyes that brought me in and was that personality of yours that made me stay.”

Natasha smiled and leaned in to touch his lips with her own. It was gentler than the typical kisses they shared in the heat of passion and making love. Light almost like a feather, but Clint’s legs still wobbled. The butterflies formed in his stomach and he felt as though he was holding the world and the universe in his hands.

“Well it looks like I won’t have to kill you after all for putting this baby in me after all,” Natasha joked, “you really know the right words to ease my mind don’t you?”

“I always do,” Clint muttered placing another kiss against her lips. “Better?” She nodded. “How about we go to bed. Baby Poe is settled down nicely. I am sure he or she is not gonna kick you like they usually do when you try to sleep.”

Moments later they were back in bed together. Their bodies settled up close, keeping each other warm, and loved. Limbs tangled and wrapped around each other nicely. Lights out with only the light from the moon and the streetlamps illuminating the room. Clint was seconds away from falling asleep when Natasha spoke.

“Hey Clint?” She said.

“Yeah?” He responded barely moving from his spot.

“We are not naming our kid after Poe Dameron from Star Wars.”

Clint only laughed and drifted off to sleep wrapped in nothing but happiness and love.