Chapter 3
By: MysticFantasy
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"I was thinking. Maybe we should move in together." Steve said.
"What?!" Natasha exclaimed.
"Natasha, you're already coming to the end of the first month. There's still eight more to go. I need to be around you more in case something happens or you need me for anything." he declared.
"That's what Jarvis is for." she said. "We're not moving in together!"
"Hey, we had an agreement. I'm the one who's going to be taking care of and raising this child. So I should have the right to be around as much as I want."
"Fine. Sleep on the couch but that's as far as it gets!" Natasha stated.
"You should do the same here. Take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."
"Fine but you do know this is going to get the others attention." Natasha stated.
"And you won't in about another two months?! I've been thinking about that too. We need to tell the others and Fury."
"What?!" Natasha practically shouted.
"Hey. Calm down. Don't get stressed out."
"You're making me stress out! Steve, Fury can't know about this."
"Then what are you going to tell him now that you can't go into missions?! You're pregnant, Natasha! You can't go into the field until after the baby is born. Fury has to know why you can't go into the field until then."
"Alright! We'll tell him in a few days." she agreed.
"Good." Steve said sound relieved. "This way, you won't be putting yourself or our baby in danger."
Our.
The way Steve made it sound, Natasha thought that he meant...No. They had clear terms of this little relationship and marriage of theirs until she gave birth.
But she did agree that he was right about her needing to tell Fury about her pregnancy. She knew right away that he wasn't going to like it.
Just for the fact that, although they were drunk, they had slept together and now they were expecting a baby.
Two things that were going to cause problems for their careers.
Although Natasha was sure that Steve didn't care about his career as much as his future son or daughter. If Fury probably threatened his job, Steve would most likely quit.
He had the money to raise the child comfortably thanks to all the backpay he got after being frozen all those decades. He could get a house and be home every day raising the baby.
The domestic life was never something Natasha gave anything thought to. Like she had told Steve, being a housewife was not something she was about to try.
Steve had been a little upset about that part but he couldn't argue against what she wished. They had made an agreement and he was going to keep his end of it. No matter how much he wanted for Natasha to be part of the family he had wanted so much.
He was mostly upset that his child most likely wouldn't have a mother. Probably wouldn't know what she looked like except through pictures.
Pictures?
"We need to take pictures." Steve declared.
"Excuse me?" Natasha asked, a little surprised at his sudden outburst.
"Pictures. Of us." Steve said as he walked over to his writing desk where he kept a digital camera Bruce had gotten him on his last birthday. "Just a few. To give to our baby as it grows and to know what their parent's look like before turning grey."
Natasha suddenly realized his intentions.
He wanted their baby to have pictures of her. If she wasn't going to be around, Steve wanted their son or daughter to know what their mother looked like.
The thought gave Natasha mixed emotions but she did her best to push them aside.
"Alright." she said standing. "I guess it would be good to have pictures of me before I get as big as a whale."
"Natasha, I highly doubt you're going to have a bump that big. You're in such great shape that's it's going to take a while for anyone to notice that you're with child."
"Well, thank you. Now...I'll meet you in the lobby in ten minutes and we can go somewhere nice." Natasha said.
"Alright." Steve agreed and watched her leave. He went to his room and began looking through his closet for something that would look nice.
He decided that khaki pants with a white dress shirt and a navy color jacket. After giving himself a quick touch up in the mirror, he quickly made his way to the lobby.
He spotted Natasha there and his heart skipped a beat once he saw her.
She was wearing knee high black boots, a black skirt that just graced the top of her knees and a simple but flattering red blouse. She had her short fiery red locks pulled back into a perfect bun.
"You look beautiful." he said.
"Thanks. You look very nice yourself." Natasha said. "So, where should we take the pictures?"
"Does the botanic garden sound alright?" Steve asked.
"Actually, it does." Natasha answered as they made their way to the garage. They climbed into a silver jaguar with Steve driving and quietly blended into the streets heading to Brooklyn.
The two were quiet for what seemed like hours until they were in lighter traffic and Steve glanced over to see Natasha with her hand over her still flat stomach.
"Nervous?" he asked.
"Very." she answered. "I don't know how you're so excited about this."
"It's what I've always wanted." he answered. "To have a family of my own. This isn't exactly how I wished for things to happen but...at least for a short while, I'll have that family."
Natasha remained silent and cast her eyes down toward her stomach. Just underneath her hands, a small life was growing inside her. A life made between her and America's golden boy.
As they continued to drive in silence, Natasha couldn't help but wonder what this kid would be like. A boy or a girl? Blue or green eyes? Red or blond hair?
Natasha quickly brought herself out of those thoughts when they came to a red light. She couldn't allow herself to think like that. She was going to stick to their agreement.
"You know, I can only imagine it might be hard not to get attached." Steve said as they waited for the light to turn green.
"I know." Natasha agreed. She knew that she would probably become attached to the baby as it started growing and moving.
"You really think you'll be able to turn away from that?" Steve asked.
Natasha was about to answer when the light turned green and they began moving. Once more, they were consumed in silence and it stayed that way until they got to the garden.
Once they had parked and exited the car, Natasha was right away hit with the various scents of flowers.
She lightly smiled at the sight of all the different flowers. She and Steve made their way to the front and he paid for the two of them. The first thing they both saw was an archway covered in roses.
"Let's take one there." Steve said.
Natasha nodded and followed Steve. They asked an employee to take their picture. They stood close together with Steve having an arm around her shoulders and they both wore their best smiles.
They thanked the employee and looked at the photo.
Natasha hated to admit it but she and Steve looked good together. Like an actual married couple expecting their first child.
