Prompts: "Are you jealous?" "You're so beautiful" "Shut up and kiss me."

Natasha stands next to me, holding tight to my hand as she glares at the male doctor between my legs. I give her hand a squeeze, making her look at me.

"Behave." I mouth to her.

She just rolls her eyes at me and goes back to glaring at the doctor. I can just tell by the look in her eyes that if he made just one wrong move, she be on the attack. My protective lover… sometimes as bit excessive, but I love her and her protectiveness nonetheless.

"Okay! It is done now. You just need to keep your legs elevated for the next 15-20 minutes to help make sure it takes. I'll set a timer and once it goes off, you both may leave. Remember, this might not take the first try, but with Tiffany's health and the health of the donor, your odds are reasonably high. Congratulations Mrs. and Mrs. Romanoff."

The handsome doctor smiles at the women, standing as he takes off his gloves before setting a timer and exiting the room.

I roll my eyes at my wife, "I can't believe you stood there glaring at the poor man the whole time."

I try to get comfortable on the bed since I have to lay her for the next 15 to 20 minutes. Natasha grabs the stool the doctor had just been sitting on and pulls it around to sit next to me. Our fingers laced together as she lovingly kisses the back of my hand.

"I can't help it, Tiffany. The man was between my wife's legs, getting to play with your pretty little cunt."

"Oh my… are you jealous? I can't believe it, you are, aren't you." I ask her teasingly.

Natasha pouts, not answering me. I roll my eyes at her once more while trying not to laugh at my wife.

"Nat, you have no reason to be jealous, he sees at least 20 vaginas a day if not more. Mine is not special in anyway. It is not like he was down there actually playing with me, he was injecting me with our donor's sperm so that we may have a baby together."

That seems to bring a smile to Natasha's face, her free hand coming to rest on my lower abdomen,

"Our baby… you're going to carry out baby. You're so beautiful now, but you are going to be glowing and gorgeous while carrying our child. I love you so damn much Tiff. Thank you, thank you for marrying me and now giving me a child."

I can feel the happy tears in my eyes at her words. The joy on her face has my heart swelling. This is something we have both wanted for so long and it is finally happening now. Our little family is growing.

"Natasha…" her name no more than a whisper on my lips.

"God, baby. I just can't… I'm so lucky to have you and…"

"Natasha… just shut up and kiss me!"

I cut off her babbling with a large smile. She looks surprised for a moment but it is quickly replaced with a smile. Moving, Natasha presses her lips to mine in a gentle and loving kiss. I cup her cheek with one hand, holding her close and give a small moan.

The sound of the timer going off cuts our kiss short. Natasha pulls back, staring at me adoringly. Her hand strokes my stomach tenderly as if she knows that our child is already growing in my womb.

"Let's get you and our baby home so you can rest."

I smile as she helps me up and dress, being extra careful with me as if I'm made of glass.

"Natasha, you're not going to be like even more protective and overbearing now that I'm possibly pregnant?" I question; slightly concerned that this might be telling for the coming nine months.

My lovely Russian wife smirks at me, "You bet your sweet ass I am. Nothing is going to happen to you or our Malen'kiy (little one)."

Well this pregnancy is going to be loads of fun.