"Tasha! I have great news!" Clint, her husband of six months, bounded into their room, where she had been calmly reading a mystery novel.

She put her book down reluctantly and sighed. "Yes?"

"You'll never believe this, but I spoke to the head doctor at S.H.I.E.L.D. today, and there's a surgery that might work, Tasha, and he's willing to try!"

She stood, shocked. "Seriously, Clint?"

"Yes! Tasha, we could have a family!" He was grinning from ear to ear and she was on the verge of tears.

She hugged him, unable to speak. He held her tight as his tears soaked the back of her shirt. She cried silently with him. "Thank you, Clint."

"I love you."

"We'll do it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Are you sure? That seems pretty fast..."

"I don't want to waste any more time. Can they fit me in tomorrow?"

"I'll call. Thank you, Nat."

He had told her before she went under that he would love her just the same even if the surgery did not work. Then he had held her hand and told her that he loved her over and over again until she went under.

Clint was there when she woke up, holding her hand tightly and praying that the surgery had gone well. The doctor assured him that she would be fine. So Natasha awoke to him twirling her hair between his fingers.

"Clint?"

"Hey there, Nat. How're you feeling, beautiful?"

"Awful. My head is throbbing and I swear I can count the stitches in my stomach just from the feel of things."

He tenderly brushed the hair out of her face. "Anything I can do to?"

"No. I've been through worse. This is nothing compared to that one time in Beijing..."

"Well, I'm glad you're okay."

"I'm tough. I'll pull through."

"That's my girl." He gently kissed her forehead.

"Clint?" Natasha sounded scared.

He rushed to her side, subconsciously checking her for injuries. "What happened? Are you okay?"

She shakily held up a pregnancy test. "It's positive."

His mouth dropped open. "Tasha, this is amazing!"

She nodded, smiling.

"Thank you, Clint. For everything."

"I love you."

He held her close as they both cried silent and happy tears. He shook with sobs as she clung tightly to him.

Natasha held their tiny baby girl close to her heart as a single tear traced its way delicately down her face.

"Valentina Rose Barton, welcome to the world!" She beamed down at their beautiful daughter.

Clint made faces and cooed affectionately at the baby.

"It's perfect, Tasha. She's beautiful." Clint grinned.

"She's amazing," Natasha declared.

Valentina was their amazing, beautiful miracle.

"I love you, Clint."