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Clint's Entry
Week Eleven
Today, I'll admit Natasha that is starting to change. Emotionally at least. She went back to the doctor today and they told her she needed to gain at least 35 pounds. I honestly thought her head was going to pop off. You see, Tasha's always been very strict about staying small because it's part of her job to be healthy. She'd never admit it, but she's actually a little obsessed. Now Nat isn't stupid, she understood that she was going to have to get big, but I don't think she fully processed what that meant. The hormones didn't help her reaction either. Dr. Caramel actually looked at me as if she were sorry that I was the father. It was kinda funny to watch Tasha scream, "WHAT?!" at the top of her lungs. I wouldn't dare laugh though. I think I convinced her not to have a home birth if I wasn't there. I didn't marry Tasha because she gave in easy, though, so she's probably secretly plotting with Fury to make sure I'm home. Speaking of Fury, in a few weeks we're going to announce very carefully that Natasha is pregnant. He still thinks it's a bad idea to tell anyone at all, but if the world is in danger and Black Widow doesn't show up people are going to ask questions. More big news, okay Nat has informed me that if I steal all the big news she'll break my fingers so, I can't write anymore. Oh well, back to my personal life. It's really hard being a first time dad. I don't know if I can take care of a child. That's a living, breathing, human being that's depending on me and Tasha. It's going to be hard to… I don't even know. I don't know how to hold a baby or change a diaper or bottle feed. Nat'll be great. She's got motherly instinct and great intuition, but the last person I took care of was Bernard and that turned out great. That's not going to happen this time though. I'm determined. Despite it all I'm really excited. This a major change. Maybe it's the change we need.
Week Eleven
Clint swears up and down that he hates writing but, I have the hardest time getting him to stop writing. I'm the mom. The baby's inside me. I should get to write first. Alright, so, the big news is Bruce and Betty are engaged and on the list for adopting a little boy. We're so excited for them! Speaking of babies, its official I'm having identical twins. I won't get to find out the genders for a few more weeks, though. Clint doesn't want to know the gender yet, but I might tell him there's going to twins. Pepper is already planning my public baby shower, the one with press and dignitaries and rich people that I don't even know the name of. It's going to be when I'm 30 weeks along. Jane is picking the date for my private shower. We all agree that I should have my personal baby shower after I have the baby so everyone can see it at the same time. Betty, Pepper, and Jane drug me to the mall today with Tony's credit card. As much as I hate to admit it, I actually had a lot of fun and got some cute maternity clothes. I was hoping I could make it a few more weeks but, I can't button my pants and my shirts feel like they're suffocating me so, I gave in. My favorite outfit was a moss green, three-quarter length shirt with high waistline and stretchy jean pants. I had to get a fancy dress for our press conference. It's a black, ankle length dress with one strap and black wedges. Fury is all panicky about our announcement. I personally think it'll be fine. These babies have a five over protective uncles and two assassin parents all determined to make sure they have a way better childhood than them. Not to mention they're living in a building as secure as the White House. You can't much more protection than that. Tony, Clint, and I are getting together to plan what the nursery. We're turning the private gym next to our room into the nursery. Sure, it's a little big, but when they get older they'll appreciate the size of their room more.
Clint's entry
Week Eighteen
I'm seriously starting to be concerned for Tasha's sanity. This morning she cried (in front of everyone!) because the milk in her cereal wasn't cold enough. She's also been having trouble concentrating. Like yesterday for example, we were reviewing a mission report Fury had asked us to review and in the middle of her writing she drops her pen stands up and goes to get something to drink. Nat never stops in the middle of what she's doing to do anything. She and Jane went to her ultrasound together today. I don't want to know the gender until the day the baby's born. Tasha did, on the other hand, tell me we were having twins. I think I took it pretty well. I laughed, realized she was serious, gaped at her, and then I hugged her. See, I'm happy! Maybe I thought she was joking at first, but I really am excited. We had our press conference today. We didn't even have to actually tell them because Natasha is really showing. We did get a lot of questions and my favorite went like this:
"Miss Romanoff-"
"It's Mrs. Barton now."
"Right, of course. How are you actually selfish enough to bring a child into your dangerous world?" (I was actually concerned for the reporter's life with the look Nat gave her.)
"Selfish? I assure you nothing I have done in my life has ever been selfish."
"Really? What do you call it?"
"I think that's enough, Miss Everhart." (Tony)
"Yes that's quite enough." (Steve)
"We thank you for your opinion on our personal lives. Perhaps I should give you my opinion. That dress is very unflattering and the reason that it is that low cut is because you have daddy issues. Accept it, sugar; you'll never be the favorite kid." (Loki being a badass)
Tony and I both liked the daddy issues thing, but when we got home Tasha went back to our room and cried for a long time. I felt horrible! On a happier note, Natasha and Tony have officially kicked me out of the nursery. They're starting to get into gender specific stuff. I'm more anxious now than ever. What if the baby doesn't even like me? I asked Tasha and she told me not to be absurd, but kids aren't exactly falling over themselves to talk to a dangerous assassin. Oh well, I'll the journal to Nat now.
Natasha's entry
Week Eleven
That bitch! Ugh, I can't believe the nerve of that idiotic *pansycake! At first, I wanted to cry, but once I got home and locked myself up in my room and cried for a while, I was just angry. It doesn't matter what she thinks! Besides, stress is bad for my beautiful Ангелы (AN- angels). I've just got to let it go. Anyways, Tony and I have started getting into the gender specific stuff. We're thinking about putting a wall between their room so, when they get older they can have privacy. The room will work like one of those hotel rooms that have an adjoining room. Thor and Steve promise to help with any heavy lifting; Jane and Pepper are planning my shower; Tony is making the blue prints for the nursery; Bruce and Betty have been talking with an adoption agency; Clint and Loki have been talking about being a first time dad (Apparently, he has more kids than Cecelia. According to Thor, he has Hel, Fenrir, Jörmungandr, Narfi, Sleipnir and, Váli.). What have I been doing? Sitting on my butt, that's what I've been doing. I started doing yoga and I jogging, but it's a difficult change when I've spent most of my life never slowing down. Clint says that it's okay for me to take a break a for once. Whatever…
*If you can guess where pansycake is from I'll give you a shout out!