So, I know it's been a long time since I last updated…. But I hope this twist of the story makes up for it…

And I'm aware that I said that this chapter would be Chicago. But a certain person – actually, three people – put this idea in my head. And it would not leave my mind until I typed it up. So there's a big twist to this AU of Mr. and Mrs. Smith…

Chapter Ten: Unexpected Twist

One Year Later…

2005…

Natasha glared down at the pink plus sign on the white stick. How could she have been so stupid? Did she miss a shot? She didn't think so. She gripped the wash basin hard, raising her eyes to find her face just as white in the mirror. She bit her bottom lip. She couldn't do this. She couldn't be a mother. She was a spy for fuck sake. She couldn't raise a baby. She should just arrange an appointment and have the baby terminated.

But then, she thought about her husband. He would be a good father. The best. She knew that he wanted a family with her, although they had never spoke about it. She remembered the house party that they had attended; their neighbours, the Bishops, had welcomed the birth of their second daughter, Kate, eight months ago. Natasha hadn't missed the look of longing in his eyes when she had held the newborn in her arms.

"Natasha?!" Clint suddenly called out, surprising the red-head and bringing her out of her thoughts. She immediately hid the six tests, wiped the unshed tears from her eyes and flushed the toilet to add effect.

She opened the door and raised an eyebrow at her husband who stood with concern written over his face. "Yes, dear?" she asked, feigning innocence. She slowly walked out to him, stopping in front of him and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his head down so he could lean his forehead against hers.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, pulling her closer to him. "You were in there a good half hour."

"I'm fine," she whispered, nuzzling his jaw lovingly. Inside she was fighting herself. On one hand, she, Mrs. Natasha Barton, wanted this baby. She wanted her husband's, Clint's, baby. On the other hand, the assassin side, the Black Widow side of her, knew it was too dangerous to allow herself the baby. It was already dangerous to be married.

"What's on your mind, Love?" he whispered, kissing her forehead lovingly. He knew something was on her mind. Something important. She always got this same look when her mind is elsewhere.

"I'm just thinking some things through… When I find out what I want to do.. I'll tell you," she finally whispered against his chest, not knowing what else to say. She needed to think everything about her, eh, situation first before she made a decision and let the one person she actually trusted in the world. She just protected him from her life as a spy.

"Okay. You know that I'm here for you. Right?" he whispered, burying his face in her hair. "I'm always here for you."

"I know," she whispered, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent. "I love you," she added, smiling when he hummed his approval.

"I love you too," he whispered before slowly pulling away, making her raise an eyebrow at him. "I know that you haven't been one hundred percent lately," he started as he led her into their living room. The fire was blazing in the fire place. There was a movie in the DVD player, popcorn on the coffee table. He had cushions and blankets on the floor with the couch pushed back so they could sprawl out on the ground. "So I thought this would help…"

Natasha turned to Clint, surprise written clearly over the twenty-two-year-old's face. "Clint?" she whispered, unable to wipe the confusion out of her tone.

Clint shrugged with a shy but happy grin on his face. "Told you that I could be romantic," he whispered, pulling her over to the blankets and cushions. He lay down beside the fire, pulling Natasha down so she could curl up beside him.

She smiled and pecked his lips lovingly before resting her head on his chest. "Thank you," she whispered softly, resting her left leg over his hips.

Clint immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. "Any time," he whispered, kissing her temple lovingly. He reached for the remote and popcorn while Natasha pulled the blankets over them.

Natasha sighed in content and focused her eyes on the tv as the movie started. "You're a comedian, Barton," she murmured against his chest, rolling her eyes playfully as Anatasia began.

"Love you too, Tasha," he whispered, grinning and pressing his lips to the crown of her head, his hand trailing lovingly over the course of her spine as they fell into comfortable silence with the movie running...

Natasha paid little attention to the fact both she and Clint had watched over five more animated movies. Now her husband had her pinned beneath him, his lips pressed firmly against her own.

She brought her hands up to comb them through his unruly spikes, pulling him closer to her body. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her warm core against his hardening erection.

"Want you," he mumbled against her lips, smiling when he felt and heard her moan louder into the wet cavern of his mouth. "Wanna make love to you, Tasha."

Natasha groaned appreciatively into his mouth, breaking the kiss to allow Clint to pull her top over her head. He immediately brought his hands to her breasts, earning a loud satisfied moan from his wife. He grinned, leaning down and lapping at her nipples through the barely there purple lacy bra. Her breasts had been extremely sensitive lately and he was planning to take advantage of her sensitivity; he loved making her come for him. To hear his name fall from her lips as her climax hit her.

Natasha wrapped her legs around Clint's waist, her hands tugging on his shirt as he teased her breasts. The red-head moaned as Clint slipped down the cups of her bra, this time attacking her nipples without the barrier of her bra in between his lips and her skin. Her back arched high off the floor, her head tossed back as she suddenly came hard when he nipped at her erect bud.

He continued to lap at her skin as she rode out the high of her sudden climax. He removed the offending material of her bra and tugged off her pants and panties off of her as she recovered. "Too much clothes," Natasha mumbled as she finally recovered from her orgasm, realising that her husband had yet to remove any of his own clothing. "Want your skin on mine," she begged, watching her husband's eyes darkened further at her words.

Clint immediately tore his shirt over his head, leaning down and capturing Natasha's lips hungrily. He helped her push his pants and boxers over his hips. He balanced his weight on his elbows, burying his right hand in her long red locks. He groaned loudly when Natasha suddenly wrapped her small pale hand around the base of his erection, slowly pumping him twice before positioning him at her entrance.

He slowly pushed himself inside her, the couple moaning in pleasure and content as his length stretched the most intimate part of her body. Natasha brought her left hand up to interlace her fingers with Clint's right which was balanced beside her head. She brought her other hand to the back of her husband's neck, her fingers playing with the stray locks of his hair.

Clint grunted when Natasha wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles on the small of his back. He shifted so his knees were planted against the soft carpet of their living room, the new angle hitting every right possible spot inside her. "Keep your eyes on me, Tasha," he ground out, breaking the kiss so he could lean his forehead against hers. "Wanna watch you when you come."

Natasha's mouth dropped in surprise and pleasure at Clint's words. She moaned and pushed her ankles down on the small of her husband's back, pulling him closer to her body. She wanted him to fill her up over and over, never wanted him to leave for a job or her for a mission again. She never wanted to leave him. But life wasn't that kind and she had a job to do. A job to keep him safe from her life as the Black Widow.

They both felt the tell tail sign of her oncoming orgasm, her walls fluttering around his cock as her thighs shook around his waist. She kept her eyes on his as she came hard, her scream catching in her throat, unable to leave because of the intense and intimate gaze Clint had her locked in.

He came a few minutes after her, her clenching walls pulling him into his own orgasm….

Natasha's mind was running a thousand miles a minute as she and Clint lay on the floor, the red-head using her husband as her pillow. She had made a mental list of the pros and cons of keeping the baby. And she decided that having Clint's baby – their baby – made every risk worth it. So she decided to tell him.

"Clint?" she whispered, twisting her head to look up at her husband, checking to see if he was awake. The hum of his chest, turning to press his lips to her temple was all the answer she needed. "We need to talk," she added, biting her bottom lip nervously.

"What's wrong, Baby?" he whispered, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek lovingly, his thumb tracing her plum, kiss-swollen, lips. He knew something was on her mind earlier. Too quiet and then spent half an hour in the bathroom. And he was worried.

"We've never spoken about having children," she started, making Clint pause slightly at her words. But he continued to trace his thumb over her lips. "And… do you want them?"

"I want whatever you want to give me," he answered genuinely, smiling at the shocked look on his wife's face. "If you want kids, we'll have kids. If you don't, we won't. It's as simple as that, Love."

Natasha smiled, moving so she could straddle his upper abdomen. She slowly leaned down and kissed him softly, her eyes slipping closed as she felt his hands running over the plain of her back. "What did I do to deserve you?" she mumbled against his lips. She grinned when Clint gradually broke the kiss, the twenty-six-year-old leaning his head against hers.

"I'm not my father," he answered simply, and Natasha knew exactly what he meant.

"I know," she whispered, kissing him softly. "And you'll be the best father to our baby," she added, bringing their hands to her stomach, smiling shyly at her husband when his jaw dropped in surprise.

"You're.. We're.. You're having a baby?" he stuttered, shocked at her revelation.

Natasha bit her bottom lip and nodded, watching the different emotions running across her husband's face: shock, panic, uneasiness but most of all love and hope. "Yes. We're having a baby, Clint," she whispered, smiling as Clint suddenly sat up, his lips claiming hers in a hungry desperate kiss.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," he mumbled against her parted lips, unable to wipe the smile from his face. "You're the best thing that's happened to me, Tasha," he whispered when he broke the kiss, cupping her face with one hand with the other resting on her still flat stomach. "You know that, right?"

"Ditto, Love," she whispered, kissing him again. His joy was infectious, pushing all of her fears to the back of her mind as he flipped them over and worshipped her body in thanks for giving him the chance to have a family of his own….

So the last time I had updated was the 16th Dec 2014… I am so, so, sorry. I should've updated sooner. But I hope this was worth the wait :)

Fury-Natalia: I updated as soon as was possible. I've been busy with exams and other things. So I hope this was worth the wait :)

NaraMorris: Thank you :) It had been the plan :)

wwerko: Yup, married. And with a baby on the way :) Thank you :) Hope they were just as hot and sexy together in this one :)

bellapaige88: And now they're preggers! ;)

M.G Fisher: It was. Then my friends put this in my head during one lunch and… yeah. This happened… Thanks for the review M :)

Jo: Thank you :) Hope this was chapter was worth the extremely long wait :)

JuliaAurelia: Thank you :) I hope the pregnancy was a surprise :) And yes, he did wash his hands. I just didn't include the extra – unsexy – pieces. It dulls down the love. But I did include the aftercare in this chapter ;)

beverlie4055: Thank you :)

marvelsquint: Thank you :) Hope I kept up the good work :)

Also, advice: Do not, under any circumstances, tease your younger sister – or brother – about opening their mouth too soon. Especially with a Fifty Shades of Grey advertisement on the television. And your parents in the same room. It leads to you having to answer awkward questions that you don't want to answer. Trust me, I know….