*Sorry for the lack of update. I will try to update more frequently.
"You know, when I told you to take it easy, this is not what I meant, right?" Jamie asked as he looked at the large quantity of work all over his bed.
Nat looks at him with a smile, "Just because I'm pregnant and about to give birth doesn't mean the world stops."
He rolls his eyes as he walked over and kissed her, "I know, just stress isn't good for your or the little one. I mean you are due in less than a week."
She shrugs as she flips over another report to read, "Doesn't mean she'll come then. She could be late. Plus, I am taking it easy. I'm working in my bed not my office."
He glares, "Not what I meant."
She smirks, "I know. But, if you want to relax, you could cook dinner."
He raises an eyebrow, "When do I not cook dinner?"
"Hey, I cook sometimes!"
"Sometimes...you want anything in particular?"
She shakes her head as she glances back at the papers.
"Okay then, I'll ask Cam."
She glances up sheepishly at that, "Actually, Cam's with Tony and Pepper. Something about letting us have time to ourselves before the baby comes."
Jamie grins, "I'll have to remember to thank Pepper. You'll be down in a few minutes?"
"Something like that," she says as Jamie nods and goes downstairs to cook dinner.
She lets out a sigh of relief when he leaves and her hand immediately flies to her belly where the baby was moving around a lot more than usual. She had been having false contractions on and off again last week, but she hadn't told Jamie. She didn't want him to worry since he's been working extra lately. The winter snow had caused a lot more medical emergencies than usual.
She felt the baby kick against her hand as rubbed circles to calm her down, "Hey kid," she whispers, "why don't you chill for a bit? Huh? So Daddy and I can have a nice dinner?"
She gets a kick in response, "I'll take that as a yes, I'll be good."
She grabs the papers off the bed and stacks them to the side as she stands up. Her hand instantly falls to her lower back and her other one to her belly for support. She exited her bedroom and walked down the stairs to find Jamie in the kitchen. She laughs when she saw what he made.
"Peanut Butter and Jelly? Really?"
He shrugs, "It's our thing. Plus, I was really in the mood for one."
He helps her on the island stool as he starts to make the sandwiches.
She smiles at him, "So much has changed since our first date."
He nods, "Somethings have stayed the same and everything has changed for the better."
She nods, "It has."
Jamie cut the sandwiches in half diagonally and hands her a plate.
"Thank you," she says with a smile.
He nods as he takes a bite of his sandwich and she laughs as she watches her husbands face melt.
"I'm telling you. World's best invention."
Nat rolled her eyes, "Keep telling yourself that."
He smiles and glances out the window, "Wow it's really snowing out there."
She turns to see what Jamie was looking at. Outside the window she sees large chunks of snow falling on the ground. It looked like they were in for a Nor'easter.
"Yeah. It really is."
He stands and walks around the counter her wraps his arms around her and she leans back into his touch.
"I'm so glad I'm not working tonight."
She hums in agreement.
They stare out the window at the beautifully dangerous storm, when suddenly the lights flicker out.
"Well that's new," Jamie says as he straightens up.
She nods in agreement, "Grab some candles from the drawer."
He nods and she feels his warmth leave her body. She glances to her right and watches as Stark came running into the room.
She heard him whimper and she reached down to pet him, "It's okay baby. It's a little dark. The light will be back on soon."
He nuzzled her hand as Jamie lit some candles.
Jamie walked back over and also reached down to comfort the pup.
He looked up and smiled at her, "Hey so I'm going to see if anything still works. You good here?"
She nods and he walks out the kitchen.
She grabs her sandwich and is about to take a bite when she feels a sharp pain in her stomach. She inhales and her hand immediately goes to her stomach. She rubbed her stomach as the pain briefly intensified. She really hated Braxton Hicktons.
She let out a sigh of relief and gently rubbed her stomach and sat back.
"When were you going to tell me you were having contractions?" Jamie asked as Natasha practically jumped. She hadn't noticed he had walked in.
"It's probably nothing. Does any of the technology work?" she asks hoping he would drop the conversation.
Jamie walks over and places his hand on top of hers that was rubbing circles. He shakes his head and is quiet for a minute. They just feel the baby kicking and squirming around. Jamie lets out a breath and asks, "How long have you been having false contractions?"
"On and off again since this morning."
He raises an eyebrow and she sighs as she says, "Occasionally throughout the week."
He nods, "Same intensity?"
Her answer is cut off when another one hits her. She shifts to get more comfortable and lightly squeezes his hand. He rubs circles on her back and she's glad it's over after about thirty seconds.
She finishes answering by saying, "They've been a little stronger today. But not by much. And they're still pretty irregular."
"Ok."
She gives him a questioning, "That's it? You're not mad that I hid them from you?"
He gives her a soft smile, "I am annoyed, but I trust that you know your own body. Plus, if something was really wrong, you would tell me. So, do you want to go upstairs where you can lay down and take the pressure off your back? It might stop the contractions for the time being. I already put candles in the room."
She nods gratefully and they make their way upstairs. Stark comes dutifully after them, having no intentions of leaving Natasha's side.
They get to the room and Natasha laids down on the bed and Jamie laids down next to her, spooning her so that he was supporting her back.
He rubs circles where he knows the little one is kicking and asks, "Better?"
"Much. Thank you. I'm sorry for not telling you. I didn't want to add more to your plate."
He kisses her cheek and says, "Nothing you say or do will ever add unwanted things to my plate. Promise."
She nods as she lays back into his embrace. Stark also jumps onto the bed anxious. She pets his head and he immediately calms down.
Jamie chuckles, "I can't believe we thought he was going to be Cam's dog."
She laughs too, "I know. He's definitely mine."
The three of them stay like that until the baby eventually settled down and Natasha drifted off to sleep. Stark too was snoring lightly. Jamie smiled watching the two of them but his smile faltered when Natasha shifted in her sleep. She didn't wake up, but the contractions she had been having earlier worried him more than he had let on. He wasn't sure that the baby would stay put for another week, maybe not even the rest of the day. He needed to see if they had enough equipment here for him to deliver the baby safely here if necessary. Especially since the lights still hadn't come back on.
He hadn't noticed Natasha was awake until she said, "Penny for your thoughts?"
He looked down at her in surprise and kissed her cheek, "They would cost at least a dollar."
She smiles, "Oh really?"
He nods as she rolls over onto her back so she was now nuzzled under his arm.
"Well I'm willing to pay, so are you willing to share?"
He hesitates. He doesn't want to worry her, but he also knows that if he keeps his worries to himself, and it actually comes true, she'll kill him. Literally.
He gives her a soft smile, "I don't think little Winger here is trying to wait to come when she's supposed to."
She studies his eyes and says slowly, "You think she'll come tonight? Don't you?"
He heard the slight raise in Natasha's voice indicating she was worried. He began rubbing his hand up and down her arm to comfort her, "Maybe not tonight. However, I do think your contractions will start coming with a bit more regularity. I have a feeling that tomorrow morning or afternoon will be when she makes her appearance. We might be snowed in by then."
She nods quietly as one of her arms wrapped around him and the other's hand rubs circles on her stomach.
He gently tilts her chin back towards him, "Hey. It's going to be alright. I've delivered babies before and trust me, you don't need fancy tech to do it. We're going to be fine. You and our little girl are going to be fine. Okay?"
She nods, "Okay. I know. I trust you."
"Good. Speaking of WInger, we still need to decide on a name. Now's probably the best time."
"I guess you're right."
He smirks, "Aren't I always?"
She gently smacks him on the shoulder and he barks out a laugh.
She glares, "This is serious Jamie."
"I know. This is the name she'll be stuck with for life."
Natasha nods and they fall into a thoughtful silence.
She looks at him, "Any ideas?"
He shrugs, "Not really."
"How'd you guys come up with a name for Cameron?"
Jamie smiled softly at the memory, "His mother really wanted the name Johnathan. We were going to name him Johnathan Desmond after her dad and grandfather, but then when he was born, he didn't look like a Johnathan. He uh...he actually looked a lot like my brother, Aaron."
Natasha looked at him in surprise, "You have a brother?"
He swallowed, "Had. I had an older brother, Aaron, and older sister, Cami. They were in the experiments with me. They protected me when we were there and they're the reason I met Fury. They...they...didn't make it. I owe them my life."
She nods, "So you combined their names for Cameron."
He nodded, "I figured it was a good way of honoring them."
"It was."
He feels the baby kick against Nat's belly and she says, "I think she agrees as well."
He smiles, "I think so too but it doesn't get us any closer to finding her name. Didn't you want to honor Clint?"
She nods, "I was thinking about that."
"Clint is not a very femine name."
She smiled as she shifted in his arms, "No it's not, but his first name is Francis. Clint's his middle name."
"Francis is not a bad name, but it feels kind of like a middle name."
"I agree."
Jamie sighs as he says, "We could always call her Frankie and pick a different first name."
"Frankie… I like that. What do you think Wing?"
They both felt her kick and Jamie says, "Well we have one name down."
Nat nodded, "One more to go."
"Hm...what about Anastasia?"
"Anastasia? Where did that come from?"
Jamie blushed, "One of the baby naming books that Pepper left around the house. I thought it sounded pretty."
"Anastasia Francis Romonova Wilde," Natasha says trying it out on her tongue.
"Romanova?"
"The last name I was born with. I want my child to have that."
Jamie nods, "Well I think it's the perfect name. Isn't that right Frankie?"
The baby kicked in agreement.