Author's Note: I thought I was gonna take a few months off but I thought, heck, there are people reading this and they are loving it so I decided to come back, but only if the reviews are good. Anyways, thanks to everybody who reviewed and said they did love it and wanted me to continue. So here it is. I hope you enjoy! Oh, and since nobody told me what they wanted the gender or name of the baby to be, I'm just gonna pick what I want! lol :)
-seven months later-
Clint and Natasha were walking around at Baby's R Us shopping for a changing table and paint. They just found out what they were going to have. They wanted the gender of the baby to be a suprise, but when they went to her latest doctor's appointment, they couldn't wait any longer and just wanted to know what they were having. So when the doctor told them, their heads literally went to the roof. Clint's smile never came off of him and he was wondering why his cheeks weren't hurting yet. As he was looking at different colors of paint, he flashbacked to when they were at the doctor's office.
-flashback-
"Hey Tasha? Do you think it's time we find out the sex of the baby?"
"Clint, how many times do I have to say this, we agreed to wait and find out when the baby is born. Do you remember that at all?"
She turned to him and gave him an icy glare but he ignored it. Having known Natasha for so long you get use to her abrupt attitude changes. And even though she was seven months pregnant, her attitude never bothered him because in the long run, he and she would bring home a baby at the end of it all. He just looked down at her and smiled that big smile that he knew always made her go soft on him. And that smile seemed to do the trick because she immediately replaced her evil stare with a returning smile and went in to kiss him. After they broke apart thier kiss, Natasha went back to reading a parent magazine she found lying on the table, and Clint went back to staring at the wall trying not to fall asleep. Ten minutes later, the nurse came out into the waiting room.
"Natasha Barton?"
Natasha set the magazine down and she and Clint joined hands and made their way to the room they were assigned to. As they were following the nurse, Clint leaned down into her ear and whispered so no one could hear him.
"I know you're nervous babe. Calm down, all right? It's just an appointment like any other appointment."
Clint knew full and well that Natasha was nervous by the way she held a tight grip on his hand. Clint never understood why she was always nervous before, but after she told him all her fears of someday hearing the doctor say, "You lost the baby", or "There's nothing else we can do", he finally understood it and told her that he will always be there for her and nomatter what happens, he wasn't leaving her side, ever. So Natasha took her seat on top of the long bed and Clint took his all too familiar seat right beside her. About another ten minutes of mindless chit-chat, the doctor finally came in.
"Hello Natasha. Clint. How are you doing today?"
"Well, besides having a rough time sleeping last night I feel pretty well."
"That's good. So when was the last time you took your prenatal vitamin?"
"Last night around 7:30."
"That's good. Keep doing that, okay?"
"Okay."
"Now I need you to lay back and pull your shirt up so I can do the all familiar ultrasound."
Natasha did exactly what he said and when he put the cold gel on her stomach, she gasped. Nomatter how many times they have done this to her, she would never get use to it. He started rubbing the gel around and then all of a sudden they could hear a fast heartbeat flutter throughout the room. Tears starting coming to her eyes and before she knew it, they were flowing down her cheeks. Even though she's heard the baby's heartbeat almost a dozen times, her heart still flutters when she hears it still. Not only because she knows that it's still alive, but because that heartbeat means that she and Clint made something so innocent and that she and him finally get a chance to be normal.
"Now I know that you guys don't want to know the gender of the baby, so I'll just print these pictures out for you and then you can be
on your way."
"No wait! We wanna know the sex of the baby."
"You do?"
"We do?"
Natasha started laughing and looked up at Clint who had little tears in his eyes that haven't spilled over yet.
"Yes, we do Clint. I can't wait anymore like I thought I could. So please, stop looking suprised and let's find out what we're having."
Clint just nodded his head yes and the both prepared themselves for the exciting news.
"Well, you guys are having a baby girl."
As they heard they news, happy tears poured down both of their faces and Clint leaned down and kissed Natasha. After they broke apart for air, he wrapped himself around her and they both just kept their silence so they could bask in this moment of pure bliss. When they broke apart, the doctor looked at them and said he'd return shortly.
"I can't believe it Tasha. We're gonna be parents to a baby girl."
"Yeah. It's unbelievable, but I'm so happy right now Clint I can't contain these tears."
"It's okay babe. Cry as much as you want. We deserve to after hearing that great news."
As they left the doctor's office with the ultrasound pictures of their baby girl, Clint had his arms around Natasha and she had her head leaning against his arm while looking at them. She and Clint were smiling and they knew nomatter what they had done in the past, whether it be killing a secret terrorist, going on a mission that they knew would probably scar them more ways than one, or being held captive by Red Room so they could turn a seven year old into a skilled assasin, or whether it be being in the circus to be trained as a highley skilled watch-eye with a bow and arrow. They knew that this moment defined their lives for the better and even though there were going to be days where everything will not be all hunky-dory, they still had each other, including the miraculous baby girl growing inside of her.
-end of flashback-
And as Clint stopped remembering and picked out a color that he and Natasha agreed on, they both walked hand-in-hand-towards the section of the changing tables. And as they rounded the corner, they walked beside a mass of newborn baby clothes. Before they had the chance to turn the next corner, Clint saw a onesie that he knew their daughter just had to have. He let go of Natasha's hand and walked over to it and picked it up with a smile on his face. Natasha walked over to him and when she read what it said, she knew they just had to have it. As they picked out the pink changing table they wanted and a few other little things along the way, they paid for all of it and loaded it up in their black porsche. As he drove away holding Natasha's hand, he knew that the onesie they bought is the first thing his daughter was wearing when she came home. It's a little purple onesie that says, "I get my Drama from my Mama".
