Chapter Two
Trial One: Report
Date: 12/22/2017
Ovulation detected using ovulation urine test strips and body temperature readings. Natasha experienced no symptoms of ovulation. Peak fertility days recognized as 18-20th.
Natural insemination attempted each day. First attempt void due to difficulties gaining erection for Steven Rogers. Second and third attempt successful.
Natasha remained lying flat for ten minutes after the attempted insemination to give optimum sperm effectiveness.
Outcome awaited.
"Steve," Natasha spoke calmly, standing in the corner of the room and leaning on the frame of the open door. Another B&B, another town, another country.
This place was nice enough, it was basic but there were endearing touches such as lace doilies and knitted bed throws, which were nice if you liked that sort of thing. It was day two of them staying in the little place in the South of France. They had to be careful where they bedded down - there were eyes on everywhere and they didn't want to risk a larger town. Small villages and hamlets, those were safe for now.
They were posing as siblings, a family in search of their European heritage. Given that Natasha could slip seamlessly back into her Russian accent and Wanda's natural Eastern European accent also helped to plant this seed. The boys tried to remain quiet, say as little as possible in the hope no one picked up they were American.
This plan, this experiment, it was covert. Only her and Steve, and the Fertility specialist they had visited in London knew they were planning a child that could one day have the world resting on its shoulders. Natasha had paid highly for the woman's silence, and she had some old contacts keeping a close watch in case she considered leaking the intel. This part no one other than herself knew.
"Steve," she said again, the old soldier raising his head to look at her and stop busily tidying the little bedroom. He held a sock in one hand - looking sheepish. She had wanted to make this as easy as she could for him. Natasha was used to sleeping with whoever she had to but Steve? He had only had a few women in his time and most were one- nighters except for Sharron. She could tell he was trying to keep his mind off what he was about to do with a woman he thought of simply as a good friend.
Natasha sighed, closing the door behind herself. She had dressed for the occasion under her jacket, worn something lacy and pretty but that gave a view of more than he was used to seeing. She had thought about suspenders, thought about a push-up corset - weapons of her trade as much as her favorite Glock, but she thought against it. She didn't want to overwhelm him, at the same time they both knew a certain level of arousal was necessary or they wouldn't have the option of pregnancy at all.
They had thought about other methods, thought about letting him finish off in a cup and do the old turkey baster method but the success rate was low, they didn't know if her body would take to the most natural form let alone another. They would also need sterile syringes and specimen cups - something they did not have the luxury of while on the move. As hard as it was on Steve, and as much as Natasha herself did not exactly look forward to this, the good old-fashioned way was their best option. It had to happen inside her body.
This was the first night - or more, afternoon - that they had the option. Her body temperature had increased a small amount, her Calander had tracked them to the three best days if they were going to conceive successfully. If everything went well for these three days then perhaps it would be over with, perhaps she would fall pregnant and everything would fall into place. Perhaps, but she wasn't counting on it.
Trial One: Unsuccessful
Urine pregnancy test taken by Natasha Romanoff 12/28/2017. The test gave a negative result.
Trial to be continued in January, in hopes of a positive outcome.