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I was walking from the hall bathroom to my bedroom when I noticed the kitchen light was still on. I sighed. Probably Thor forgetting to turn it off after a midnight snack...I thought.

I round the corner to find Steve bottle-feeding Samantha as he walked around and around the island.

"Do you like that?" Steve asked her in this high-pitched voice. "Wow, you sure are hungry..." he added after Samantha had almost downed the bottle.

I step inside. "Did she wake you up?" I asked him.

Steve jumped. "Jeez, Beth. A little warning next time?" he said with a chuckle. "Yeah. I had crashed on the couch since my fan is still broken. She started crying about half an hour ago."

I scooted up onto the counter next to him. "I heard you talking to her before. How are you so good with babies?" I ask. "I thought you were an only child..."

"I was." he said. "And I'm not that good. It took me ten minutes to figure out how to hold her properly to feed her..." he replied.

Samantha finished the bottle and started making those fussy sounds. "Guess it's time to burp her..." he announced. He set the bottle on the counter. "Uh, how do I hold her for this?"

"Situate her so that her head is resting on her shoulder and so that you can pat her back and hold her butt." I instruct and help him. "Oh, and you might wanna put a towel on your shoulder..." I add, and reach for one.

"Why?" Steve asked, patting her back, and Samantha promptly spit up on him. Steve tensed up and squinted his eyes.

I cringed. "Because babies spit up sometimes..." I answered, and hand him the towel. Steve gingerly hands me Samantha and goes over to the sink.

"Wow! Another clue! Way to go!" I heard coming from the TV in an over-exaggerated voice.

I walk in the room to see Clint sitting on the floor with Samantha in his lap, his hands around her to keep her from crawling away. Surprisingly, she wasn't crying. He was staring at the TV with a glazed expression. What the heck?

I stand in front of him. He doesn't move. "Hello! Clint! Earth to Clint!" I shout and snap in his face.

"Ah!" Clint jolts awake from his hypnosis. Samantha giggles. He looks down at her, and then around the room, before finally focusing on me. "How long have I been here?" he asked is this mystified voice.

I look at the clock on the cable box. "It's 3:05." I say.

Clint's eyes widened. "I've been sitting here for four hours watching Blue's Clues..."

I chuckle. "You need a break?" I offer, and sit down next to him. Samantha crawls over into my lap.

Clint looks at her. He smiles ever so slightly. "She was getting fussy, so I brought her in here and turned on that kid's channel." he explained. "I never thought I could become so absorbed..." he said with a chuckle.

I laughed. "Don't sweat it." I assure him. "I was addicted to Thomas the Tank Engine when I was younger. He was the theme of both my second AND third birthday parties."

Clint laughed, but his face suddenly turned serious. "I wonder if we will have her until she's two or three..." he said.

"Who knows?" I reply. "But, that would be nice..."

"Yeah. It would." he agrees.

Bruce took Samantha out of her highchair and into the "nursery" that had been created in a side room. After changing her into her pajamas, he grabbed one of her books and sat with her in the rocking chair.

"Goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow jumping over the moon..." he began, slowly pushing the chair back and forth with his foot as Samantha looked at the pictures attentively while chewing on her hand.

Bruce loved these quiet times with Samantha. Since he was a medical doctor, he worked with children all the time and enjoyed it immensely. He had thought about having kids of his own plenty of times, but being on the lamb and travelling around the world doesn't exactly give a man a chance to settle down and have a family.

"Goodnight stars. Goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere." Bruce finished and looked down to see Samantha fast asleep. He smiled. Maybe one day I can have one of you with Julia...he thought. Probably not anytime soon, though.

He gently set Samantha down in her crib. He took one last look at the family's makeshift daughter and smiled. Definitely someday...he thought.

He began walking out the door, but turned around and looked at sleeping Samantha one last time. "Goodnight Samantha." he said and flipped out the light.