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Chapter 21:

Emma sat at her desk in their home office starring at a calendar. She and Clint hadn't been home long from him getting fitted for hearing aids. She smiled to herself as she circled a week on her calendar.

"What are you smiling about?" Clint asked as he leaned against the doorway.

"Just trying to figure out where we were when our baby was conceived," she said smiling as she stood up and walked towards him.

"So where were we?" he asked pulling her close.

"Our mini vacation in Bora Bora."

That made Clint smile even more. "See I told you that sex on the beach was a good thing!"

Emma laughed as she wrapped herself into Clint's arms. Today had been a good day. She had found out that she was pregnant instead of thinking she just had a stomach bug. Then Clint had gotten his new hearing aids and for the first time in over a week she had been able to hear his voice again. She was so thankful that Dr. Ryder has been able to restore Clint's hearing with the help of hearing aids. Saying 'I love you' felt completely different when you wrote it on paper then when you actually said it. Plus living with Clint for the last week had been a bit stressful. He hadn't wanted to do much, write much to attempt communication with her or anyone else and there were times that he seemed that he didn't even want to touch her. She knew that it was because everything was so different and it frustrated her to no end because she couldn't do anything right then for him.

But now everything had changed. Clint was back to himself.

Thank God.

"Same names that we had originally agreed on?" Clint asked as he placed a hand against Emma's stomach as he held her in his arms.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and nodded.

"Good," Clint said as he swept Emma up into his arms and carried her into the living room. "I like those names."

"But I have a feeling that we're gonna have a little girl."

"I hope so," he said as he sat her down on the couch then sat down next to her. She curled up against him and sighed happily. "Then she can look just like you."

"Yet have your eyes." Emma said looking up at Clint as she lay curled in his arms.

"Just as long as our baby is happy and healthy."

"Agreed," Emma said. Then something crossed her mind. "But what if our baby inherits my fiery ability?"

"Can it be passed?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Neither does Dr. Richards. He did manage to create some pills that would mask the abnormality in my blood whenever it's being tested by the ob/gyn."

"Well that's good! Less questions about your blood."

"But what about if our child has other problems because of me!" Emma said beginning to hyperventilate. "I really don't think that we need to have a child without checking out all of these questions. What if the baby is a mutant? God Clint! What are we going to do?"

"First off take a deep breath," Clint gently said squeezing her shoulders. Emma did what he said. "Good. Now Emma, there is no way we can tell if our child is going to have any problems because of what Lukin did to you. That is a chance I am willing to take. Are you?"

She nodded as she turned to look up at him.

"Now if our child does turn out to be a mutant, who the hell cares. I'm a freak who can hit damn near any target and you have a fiery personality. That doesn't mean I wouldn't love our baby any more or any less. How about you?"

"I'd love it all the same."

"Now why are you worrying?"

"I just am."

"Well don't. you worry way to much and its bad for both you and the baby."

Emma arched an eyebrow at him.

"I've read about pregnant women and how their bodies change. I just wanted to know what I was getting into the last time you were pregnant. At least now I know." Clint admitted.

"Aww that's so sweet!"

Clint couldn't help but turn bright red. Emma wiggled around more in his arms so that she was able to wrap her arms around him as she lay her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss into her hair.

"I love you Clint. Thank you for taking care of me." Emma said.

"No Em, you take care of me. And I love you too."

The next day, Emma and Clint sat across from Fury and Coulson. She had wanted to get this conversation over with as soon as possible.

"Now what are your plans, Agent Carter?" Fury asked.

"I would like you to consider a plan that we had previously discussed where I would move into a role and become a trainer and analyst. But at the same time, I also want to have more control over my aunt's bookshops."

"So you would split your time between S.H.E.I.L.D. and the bookshops?" Coulson asked.

"More like 75% with S.H.E.I.L.D. and 25% at the bookshops."

Fury sat back and considered her plan for a moment. Emma was far too valuable to loose. That was evident when she had complied a dossier on Logan under his nose. He wondered who else she had built information on from his past. Or even those that she had met in the field and never mentioned to him or Coulson. "Ok here's what I will offer. You can train newcomers until the end of your first trimester or whenever you begin to show. That is my call to determine. After that it's moving into the role of chief analyst. Basically you will report to me about threats you see around the world or potential targets/allies. You are good at reading people and research. And that is what I need. Also you can take time off for your bookshops."

"I can agree with that." Emma said smiling.

"What about me sir?" Clint asked.

"Agent training and domestic targets only. I don't want a repeat of what happened a few months ago. After Agent Carter gives birth, we will re-evaluate what roles you will take. It all depends on what is happening around the world."

"Yes sir." Clint said.

Underneath the table, Emma gently squeezed Clint's leg and smiled at him. This was definitely going to be a change. But a well worth change.

"Hi mommy. Hi daddy," the technician said as Emma and Clint watched the first ultrasound of their baby. Emma had a huge smile on her face and tears were even beginning to build in her eyes. She looked up at Clint just as a tear slipped down her cheek. He smiled back at her, wiped the tear away and leaned in and gently kissed her lips.

"I love you baby," he whispered.

"I love you too."

"How many copies would you like?" the technician asked interrupting their moment.

"Umm 3," Emma said.

The technician nodded and printed three copies of the ultrasound. She handed them to Emma before leaving.

"Who are you going to send those to?" Clint asked while they waited for the doctor to come in.

"One for us. One for your mom and one for our baby to have when they are older."

Clint quickly kissed her again before Dr. Counce came into the room to finish the visit.

"So far everything looks good, Emma," he said looking at her charts and the ultrasound picture. "Just make sure to take it easy and relax. It will go a long way in preventing another miscarriage."

She nodded. Dr. Counce gave her a few more tips for being pregnant and how to relax, along what vitamins to take, not to take and what foods to eat along with what foods to avoid. "Now I'll see you back in a month." Dr. Counce said before ending the appointment. "If you need anything, just call."

Emma told him thank you before she and Clint left the office.

"Come on, mommy," Clint said wrapping an arm around her as they left the office. "Let's go get you and baby some lunch. Then I will take you shopping."

Emma did a double take. "Did you just say you'll take me shopping?"

"Well something for the baby!"

"Shopping is still shopping to me."

After lunch, Clint lived up to his word and took Emma shopping – but for baby items. Since they still didn't know if they were having a boy or a girl, they had to shop for unisex items. He took her to Toys R Us in Times Square. There was a Babies R Us in that location. Emma found a picture frame for the various ultrasound pictures that they were going to get, along with a photo album/scrapbook. Those were what she picked out. Clint picked out a cute teddy bear. He had had a bear when he was younger and he thought that his baby needed one too.

Once thing Clint noticed when they were looking at the baby furniture, Emma had a permanent smile on her face. And there was a new glow to her as well. Just looking at her, he could tell that she was happy and content with what was going on. He couldn't help but fall in love with her all over again.

Perhaps this was what they both needed. He knew that Emma had wanted and needed a family of her own – but maybe he did too. And he was ever so thankful that he had found Emma to share this with. He just knew that she would be a great mother. He hoped that he would be a good father as well.

Only time would tell.

The next few weeks, Emma noticed several changes.

Mood swings.

Hormone swings – which Clint didn't mind because they ended up having sex often. He knew that some women wanted more sex, while some wanted none at all. He was thankful that Emma wasn't turned off of sex - or this was going to be a long nine months.

Weight gain. This was what she hated the most. Some of her clothes were beginning not to fit. And every time that another piece of clothing didn't fit, she ended up crying. The entire time, Clint tried his hardest to calm her down and keep her relaxed. He knew that if they could get through the first trimester, then the chance of miscarriage dropped a bit. And that was what he was worrying about the most. Their first miscarriage ripped Emma to shreds. She would never admit it, but he knew just how much it did hurt her. It hurt him as well.

Then there were the beginnings of the food cravings.

"Are you going to share any of that with me?" Clint asked as Emma ate the Ben and Jerry's ice cream directly from the container. She had sent him on a midnight run for ice cream when she woke up about 11:30 pm with a craving for something sweet.

"Nope," she said as she slowly walked from the kitchen to the living room and plopped down on the couch and turned on some late night TV. Clint watched from the doorway as Emma used her growing baby bump as a sort of makeshift table to lean her ice cream container on as she watched TV. He thought it was adorable. After a few minutes, he noticed that Emma began to nod off.

"Come on baby," he said taking the half eaten pint of ice cream from her and helping her off the couch. "You've got a big day tomorrow! My mom is arriving for a visit."

"But baby wants ice cream," Emma mumbled as he helped her to bed.

"Baby can have ice cream tomorrow. You two need sleep."

"Ok."

Once Emma was in bed and her ice cream was safety put up, Clint sat beside their bed and watched her sleep for a few seconds. He couldn't help but smile. Here Emma was at 15 weeks. They had successfully made it through the first trimester. That was why they had invited his mother out for a visit then. They wanted to make sure Emma and they baby were going to be ok. Earlier that week, Emma had told Aunt Peggy's best friend, May Parker about being pregnant and Emma swore the older woman's face lit up. She had even convinced Emma to allow her to give her a baby shower in a few months with some of Peggy's older friends. Emma had given in just because she knew that her aunt would have wanted it.

Clint just hoped that his mother would be just as happy as Aunt May was.

"How is my sweet boy!" Edith Barton said as she greeted Clint as he picked her up at the airport the next morning. Clint couldn't help but blush. She pulled her youngest son into a hug and planted a huge kiss on his cheek. Even at 28 years old, his mother still embarrassed Clint at times.

"I'm fine mom," he said as he put her luggage into the borrowed S.H.E.I.L.D. car.

"Where's Emma?" Edith asked as Clint pulled out of the airport.

"She's went to her bookshop this morning. But she should be home when we get there."

"Good. So how are things between the two of you?"

"Better than ever," he said with a smile on his face.

Edith eyed her son. She knew something was going on. Either her son had asked Emma to marry him or…

"Oh my God! Emma's pregnant isn't she?"

Clint's mouth dropped open as he turned to look at his mother. "How'd you know?"

"The way you are so happy."

He sighed. "Yeah, Emma's pregnant."

Edith smacked her son upside the head.

"Mom! I'm driving!"

"I don't care! Are you planning on marrying her?"

"Eventually. We've already planned all of this out. We want our child to be able to be there with us when we get married."

"Good," Edith said. "At least one of my sons is going to be able to make me a grandmother."

Clint cringed at the mention of his older brother. S.H.E.I.L.D. had devised a story that Barney had been killed in a training accident. And that some ashes had been returned to their mother – but these ashes weren't really Barney. Emma and Clint had attended a "funeral" for him as part of the story. But he wasn't going to tell her that Barney had tried to kill Emma a few months ago and caused her to loose their first baby.

After a little while longer, Clint and his mom arrived at the townhouse, where Emma greeted them with open arms.

"You look wonderful!" Edith happily said hugging Emma as soon as she saw her.

Emma couldn't help but smile as she hugged Clint's mother back. Clint stood off to the side and watched as his mother began to fuss over Emma. This was a side of his mother that he had never seen before. He didn't mind so much either. He hated that his mother lived so far away. He had asked her to move to New York City before, but she refused saying that she rather live in the country than the city anytime.

Edith Barton spent about a week visiting Emma and Clint. The entire time she fussed over Emma. She cooked, cleaned and even took Emma shopping for just a few things for the nursery that Emma and Clint had begun to slowly put together. They still didn't know if they were having a boy or a girl yet so the color scheme was yet to be determined. But Emma did manage to decide on one for a boy and one for a girl.

"Ladybugs and flowers for a girl and zoo animals for a boy." Emma said showing Clint the pictures on her phone as she curled up next to him on their bed the night before his mother was going to leave.

"Either is fine with me," Clint said as he kissed the top of Emma's head as he wrapped his arms around her, before gently resting his hands on her stomach. This was one of his new favorite positions to hold Emma. He was secretly hoping to feel their baby moving. He had read that around week 17, the baby would start moving more. Even though Emma wasn't that far along, he still hoped that he could feel their baby sooner than that.

Emma smiled to herself as she leaned into Clint and began to doze off. She couldn't have asked for anyone better to have a family with.

"Please keep sending me ultrasound pictures!" Edith said hugging Emma goodbye.

"We will. We find out in about 4 weeks if it's a boy or a girl. I'll be sure to have Clint call you and let you know as soon as we find out."

Edith nodded in agreement as she hugged Emma once again before moving to her son. "You're doing a great job," she whispered into his ear as she hugged him.

"Thanks mom."

Clint moved away from his mom as she climbed into her waiting taxi to take her to the airport. She insisted that Clint didn't have to drive her. They stood by and watched her taxi disappear down the street.

"At least she's happy," Emma said. "And you were worried that she was going to be upset with you for not marrying me first."

"Thank God she wasn't. I told her that I was going to marry you someday," he said pulling her close.

"You better Clint Barton. Or else I know hundreds of ways to neuter you."

The next few weeks seemed to drag on. Emma's baby bump kept growing and by the time week 20 rolled around, it was obvious that she was pregnant. But none of that really mattered to either Emma or Clint. What they wanted to know was if they were having a boy or a girl.

"Can you tell?" Emma asked while the technician was taking her time. Clint sat next to Emma and held her hand.

"Look right here," the technician said pointing at the screen. "Congratulations mom and dad. You're having a baby girl."

Emma turned to look at Clint and smiled. "Audrey Maria?" she asked.

Clint nodded. "Audrey Maria."