"Nat, can you ask Steve to get you more chocolate pudding?"
"I dont want any more pudding Barton"
"I know, but I do and none of the guys will get me more. You however, they are all willing to do anything for. So please ask for more, itll help me heal."
Natasha rolled her eyes but complied with Clint's request as soon as Tony waltzed into the dreary hospital room. Tony simply nodded and walked right back out.
"Told you, they're ready to tend to your every whim. I'm sure if you asked Thor for mexican food he would actually go to mexico for you."
"Mexican does sound good…"
Clint snorted and allowed himself to relax in his bed. It had been nearly two weeks since he and Natasha began their stay at the hospital, they were scheduled to be released into Bruce's very capable hands any day now.
"Hows the little nugget?"
"please stop referring to my baby at little nugget, and she's fine."
"I'll stop calling her a little nugget when you give her another name."
"Actually, I have a name. I just need to discuss it with Steve, still thinking of a middle name though."
Clint raised an eyebrow but they were disrupted by Tony walking in with pudding and a spoon.
"Here you go cupcake, eat up cause you're going home today. You too hawkass."
Natasha began to mindlessly eat the chocolate pudding as she dogged the pillow that Clint threw at her. Steve walked in with a bag of Natasha's clothes and a bag for Clint, they had been whining for the last week about wanting to go home and wanting to get out of bed. Clint was pouting until Natasha passed him the rest of her pudding.
"Youre such a child Barton. Youre lucky I like you."
Steve helped Natasha out of bed and towards the bathroom to help her get dressed and ready to go home.
"You do realize that i will most likely go insane in the next few months, bed rest and I are not friends."
"I know Nat, i figured i'll just have to spoil the hell out of you and keep you distracted for the remainder of the pregnancy. Now come on, Bruce is bringing your wheelchair."
Natasha instantly made a face at the thought of having to be wheeled out of the hospital. When they walked out of the bathroom Clint was already dressed and in his wheelchair eating a new pudding cup, Natashas chair was waiting for her. Steve helped her in and wheeled her out, Clint followed with Bruce pushing him. There was a car waiting for them to take them home.
"I'm so excited to be back in my own bed."
"I bet youll be hating that bed in a matter of days. Lets face it Barton, these guys are not gonna let us out of bed no matter how much we beg."
"Youre not even gonna try to sneak out?"
"Normally I would but I have a few extra pounds on me and my center of balance is a little off. Plus usually I'd just have myself to worry about so it didnt matter if i go hurt, now i have a baby to care for."
Steves face hardened as Natasha spoke but he didnt say anything until they were safely tucked away in their bedroom in the tower.
"Why dont you care for your own safety Natasha? You said it didnt matter if you got hurt."
"I figured you would bring that up. Maybe I should have rephrased that. It used to not matter. It does now because now I have something to live for. I have you to come home to, I have a family. Maybe I didnt care about my own well being before, and to be honest Id still put your safety or anyone else on this teams before my own. But that doesnt mean that I wont try to keep myself safe as well. I promise, and you cant say anything about putting you or the other guys first because I know you would all do the same for me."
Steve satyed quiet but he seemed to accept what Natasha was saying. He nodded and then picked her up bridal style carrying her out of the room.
"We have a surprise for you, Pepper took care of the majority of it."
Natasha quirked an eyebrow but allowed Steve to carry her. He told her to close her eyes and she obeyed, she heard him open a door and she was placed on a soft rocking chair.
"You can open your eyes now."
It took a second for her to realize that she was sitting in the corner of a nursery. The soft pastel colors instantly put her at ease. The room was a soft yellow with some colored accents. Plush toys filled the room. A beautiful white crib stood againts a wall. The new york sunset poured in from the window and illuminated the tears running down Natasha's face.
"Its beautiful, its perfect."
Steve smiled and knelt by his wife, taking her hands in his.
"Pepper said that when we pick a name, we can have it engraved on some of her things."
Natasha sniffled and met Steves eyes.
"Sarah, I was thinking we could name her Sarah. After your mom, if you want."
It was Steve's turn to tear up, he kissed her softly but passionately.
"Thank you. You know, Sarah means princess."
"Yeah, I know. Its fitting considering shes going to be spoiled with love and affection."
"We still need a middle name."
"We'll come up with something, I'm sure her uncles will have some input."
Natasha chuckled and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Come on beautiful, we have to get some food in you. I bet you and miss Sarah are starving."
She once again allowed Steve to sweep her up in his arms and take her to the dining room where the rest of the avengers were seated, eating pad thai. Natasha happily dug in as Steve announced the name to the rest of their odd family. They were met with sound of approval and joy as they continued their dinner.
"You know, its not too late to change your minds and go with Antonia."
"No Tony."
alright, now its up to you guys. What should the baby's middle name be? Something sentimental, with meaning, maybe relating to one of the other avengers. Whatever you like, i'll pick my favorite.
