Author's Note: This just came to my head a mere minutes ago and I had to write it down and upload it. I hope you all enjoy and please REVIEW! :)

Clint knew full and well that sick Natasha was not a good thing to be around. For one, she already was a skilled assasin and she could easily kill him with just her eyes. And for another, he really just didn't like the smell or sight of vomit. But he loved Natasha, so he sucked it up and marched his way into their bathroom connected to their bedroom. As he opened the door, he noticed Natasha was not in the bed so that left her to be in the bathroom, hung over the toilet, puking her guts out. He opened the bathroom door and the sight alone made his heart swell. Natasha was sprawled out all over the bathroom floor with a rag on her forehead and both hands clutching her barely swollen stomach. Clint walked over to her, picked her up, and then carefully carried her out of the bathroom into their room and softly placed her on their king-sized bed. He laid down next beside her and perched his head up with his right arm and placed his left hand over Natasha's face. He put a few stray hairs behind her ear and just stared at her. He was so in love with her and thanked God everyday that she chose him when she had so many different options to go with. He then placed his hand on her stomach and begin rubbing it. This brought a flashback into his mind and just thinking about it made him smile.

-flashback-

"Natasha! I'm home!"

As he said this he made his way into their luxurious kitchen and noticed a prestine cake sitting on the countertop. He went to cut him a slice when all of a sudden he felt two small arms hug him from the back. He laid the knife down and turned around and kissed his beautiful wife.

"Hey baby. How was your day?"

"It was fine."

"Just fine?"

"Yep. 'Cause everytime I come home and see you it then becomes perfect."

"Oh, well aren't you such a stud?"

Natasha then rolled her eyes playfully and then made her way out of the kitchen turning around right before she walked out and winked at him. Clint just laughed and made his way out of the kitchen following her. He found her in their bedroom sorting through laundry while listening to some weird classical song on the radio. That's his Natasha though. Always keeping herself busy and always listening to music that he doesn't even think should be classified as music.

"What'cha staring at?"

"Well, baby, what kind of question is that? You know I only stare at things that are beautiful. And right now, I have this sexy, beautiful woman infront of me and I can't stop looking."

Natasha looked up at him blushing and he walked over to her and kissed her. He loved her so much and when she blushed she was just too darn cute.

"Why are you blushing Natasha?"

"Why are you asking me so many questions?"

"What? I beg to differ on that one Natasha. You're the one asking all the questions. I honestly think that was the first question I've asked since I got home."

"You've asked me three questions since you've got home babe. Keep up."

He just smirked down at her and when he went to kiss her again she pulled away and walked into their bathroom. This confused Clint and he followed her into it. What he saw suprised him to say the least. Natasha was standing by the sink with a pregnancy test in her hand and she just looked so adorable to Clint. Clint ran over to her and picked her up and spun her around twice.

"Wait, is this good for the baby?"

"Clint, you're ruining the moment. And two, yes it's okay. For now. Does this mean that you're okay with it?"

"I'm more than okay with it. I'm, I'm, happy, ecstatic, thrilled, scared, but in a good way, and, and, well words can't really describe the rest of it but yes Natasha, I'm okay with this pregnancy."

He noticed Natasha had tears coming down her cheeks and he went to wipe them away.

"What's wrong baby? Do you want this pregnancy?"

"Yes Clint. These are happy tears. I'm gonna be a mom. You're gonna be a dad. I never thought this could happen for us."

"Well guess what baby? You thought wrong. We are the luckiest people in the world and our son or daughter is gonna be the most luckiest kid ever."

"I love you Clint."

"I love you Natasha."

And then they stood there and shared a long, passionate, kiss. When they broke apart for air, they held onto each other and Clint placed his hands on Natasha's stomach and imagined the baby growing inside. Nomatter what the sex of the baby, he would love it and give it everything he or she desires, but secretly, Clint wanted it to be a girl, just like Natasha. He imagined she'd look just like Natasha. But maybe she'd have light brown hair and his grey eyes. But he definitely wanted her to have all of Natasha's features. Especially Natasha's full lips. After he thought this up, he looked down at a sleepy Natasha and picked her up bridal style to their king-sized bed. He laid down there beside her with his right arm holding him up while his left arm was around Natasha's stomach. They both drifted off into a peaceful sleep, the delicious cake forgotten.

-end of flashback-

Author's Note: Please review and tell me want you want the gender of the baby to be. And if you have names that you think would be cute to go with it, write that down as well. All is appreciated!