Author's Note: This is the last chapter! Thanks so much to the wonderful reviews, favorites and follows! All of you made me so happy and I hope you truly enjoyed the story.
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Natasha's eyes snapped open, looking around the darkness for a perceivable threat. There wasn't one like usual but ever since they had come home from the hospital she hadn't been able to sleep a whole night through. She closed her eyes thinking she could try to go back to sleep but heard rustling coming from the bassinet beside her bed. She'd been adamant that James would stay with them in their room. She'd been too terrified of the thought of him being in the nursery by himself especially since she couldn't be sure no one else knew about him. If Shmidt had known then how many others did? Natasha was sure she was being way too over protective. Tony had revamped the tower's defenses and there was no indication that anyone besides Shmidt knew about James. Shmidt was locked up and had been thoroughly interrogated and the other Avengers were sure he hadn't told anyone else. Probably Shmidt didn't want anyone to get to them before he could.
Natasha stood quietly from the bed to look into the bassinet. James looked up at her with big blue eyes, his arms and legs moving a bit upon seeing her. James was such a content baby. Most of the time he slept through the nights. Natasha attributed that to the fact that he was never without someone holding or playing with him throughout the day. She reached into the bassinet and lifted him into her arms. James was just over four weeks old and was growing nicely. The doctor was pleased with his development and said there were no ill effects from being born premature. Natasha sighed to herself, deciding there was no time like the present to try to curb her over protectiveness. Steve was still sleeping soundly as she padded from the room to the nursery where she checked James' diaper before she sat with him in the rocking chair to feed him. She rocked gently as he nursed, enjoying the silence and having him in her arms.
A week after they had brought James home Bruce had approached her and Steve and had admitted to taking blood samples from the umbilical cord. Bruce wanted to see if James had any of the Super Soldier serum in his DNA. He hadn't studied it yet and wanted their permission before he did. If they consented then he also wanted a vial of their blood for comparison. At first Natasha had been furious and had to walk away before she said anything she regretted. The last thing she wanted was for James to be a scientific experiment but after thinking about it she'd decided it was the best thing to do. Just as long as it went no further. She made sure to tell Bruce that the umbilical cord blood would be all he'd get until James was old enough to give his own consent or he needed more blood drawn for medical reasons. So she and Steve had consented and also provided a vial of their own blood.
Steve didn't have the same issues with Bruce studying James' blood as she did. Instead he thought it'd help them be better parents if they knew so they could better help him in the future. Natasha wondered though if they should try raising him as a normal child. It was a moot point and more than likely impossible anyway. Bruce had discovered James did have the Super Soldier serum running through his veins but not just Steve's or just hers. Somehow the two strains had managed to combine into a new strain of serum and only time would tell but Bruce theorized it would make James stronger and more agile than Steve, maybe he'd even heal faster. If this was true and their enemies ever found out then James would need to have proper training. James would never have a normal life like any other everyday person so raising him to be like one wasn't in the books. Hopefully they could ingrain James with the same set of morals as his father and hope he'd never abuse his abilities. That said neither Steve nor Natasha wanted James to be another Captain America. They wanted James to grow to be his own person, to choose his own path. They just wanted to make sure he was prepared for anything that came his way.
While Natasha's mind wondered about the future James had finished nursing and fallen back to sleep. She stood and placed him in the bassinet making sure he was truly settled before leaving the nursery. They didn't need a baby monitor because Jarvis was better than anything they could find on the market. Jarvis would alert them if James stirred.
When Natasha returned to the bedroom Steve was in the motion of getting up from the bed. "Everything's fine. James is asleep in the nursery."
Steve sat back down on the bed and slid over for Natasha to climb in beside him where she wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her leg up over his hip, pulling him in to kiss her. And of course he responded to her but when she started pushing her hips into his he grabbed her arms and pushed her back. "No, Natasha. The doctor said you're still healing."
Natasha stuck her lower lip out at him, pouting. "You know I heal faster than other women. I'm sure it'll be alright. The doctor is just being cautious." She said leaning into him again.
"And so am I. I don't want to hurt you." Steve said trying to be firm but it was a difficult thing to do. Sure it had only been about four and a half weeks since they'd had sex and Steve wasn't complaining but he wanted her too.
"You're not going to hurt me, Steve." Natasha said reaching between them to stroke him and Steve mentally kicked himself when he instantly grew hard under her touch.
Natasha was sure he wasn't going to be protesting again but Steve pushed her away only to slide up further on the bed so his back was supported by the headboard and pulled her up between his thighs with her back leaning against his chest. "The doctor said no sex until you completely healed but we can do other things." Steve said as he pulled off her nightgown and settled her back against him. He grabbed her leg and hooked it up over his thigh before sliding his hand down her belly to her folds and stroking her there. He felt her wetness grow as he swirled his fingers around her opening then rubbed them against her clit.
Natasha pitched her head back on his shoulder, moaning at the pleasure. It had been way too long and his fingers felt like heaven. She'd prefer to have his cock buried deep inside of her but this would do for now. She reached back behind her feeling for the opening of his boxers, pulled out his cock then reached between her thighs for the wetness Steve was coaxing from her body to use as lube to stroke him with.
Steve breathed a moan into her ear as she started stroking him. He was incredibly hard and knew he wouldn't last long so he doubled his efforts in order to get her there first. He dipped his fingers into her opening, not penetrating, just enough to tease before swirling them around the outside. Knowing it was where she was most sensitive. Steve leaned his head down into her shoulder stroking his tongue up her neck and planting kisses behind her ear while he used his other hand to slide up and down her side sending shivers over her body. Feeling her start to quiver in his arms he slid one finger into her heat and rubbed his thumb down on her clit. Natasha came hard, her sheath clenching his finger, her hand gripping his hip as the other continued to stroke him. Steve wasn't far behind and he started to pump his hips into her hand joining her in his own release that landed on her hip.
Natasha slumped back into him in satisfaction as Steve reached for a tissue box beside their bed to clean up with. He'd only just wiped his cum from her hip when she was turning around in his arms and straddling his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against him, prompting him to slip his own arms around her waist and hold her to him, leaning his head against hers. When Steve started to doze off Natasha poked at him. "Hey! I want you to start whipping me back into shape tomorrow…or today…" She said realizing it was already tomorrow.
That got his attention and he looked at her frowning, "Natasha, it's only been a month. The doctor said you need to take some time before you get back into fighting again."
"I know what the doctor said and I have taken some time but the more time I take the more time it will take to get me back into shape. If something happens I need to be able to move like I used to."
Steve shook his head, "There's always someone here with you and James and I don't want you getting hurt because you haven't allowed your body to heal. You need at least another two to three weeks. It could be more if the doctor thinks it necessary."
"Steve, I need some physical activity. I'm not asking for basic training here, just a bit of a daily work out that makes it easier when I do get back into things and I'm asking you to help me with it. You can control what and how much I do. I won't complain as long as you're giving me an actual muscle straining work out." Natasha coaxed, trying to compromise.
Steve thought it over. Really it wasn't going to be much of a choice. She'd do it anyway if he said no but if he agreed then he could keep her from doing too much at once and possibly hurting herself. Steve rolled her over, pinning her beneath him and fixed her with his sternest look. "You will listen to everything I say. If I say no then it's no and no sparing with anyone until the doctor AND I say so."
"Well I don't know… I might have to disobey you just to get you to do that again." She said looking up at him under hooded eyes filled with lust and leaning up to nip her teeth against his lips.
Steve blushed, releasing her as she laughed. "All the things we've done together and you still blush! I love it!" Pulling him back to her she kissed him softly, "I love you and I will do my best to listen to you. Just remember I'm not made of glass."
Steve framed her face with his hands, "No, you're not but I love you and don't want you to hurt so we'll start off slow anyway." He kissed her and rolled over on to his back pulling her in against him and tucking her into his side.
She huffed in annoyance before cuddling into his side. She was happy he gave in without too much convincing. He had been just as protective of her as she was of James the last few weeks, not wanting her to do too much of anything but rest. She understood and mostly she just found it to be sweet but she needed some activity. It was hard to do even laundry without Steve taking over and telling her to sit down and relax. She hoped that Steve being involved with getting her back in shape would help to alleviate some of his worries. She smiled to herself, knowing he loved her just as much as she loved him. Even now, with Steve's arms wrapped around her and their baby asleep in the nursery, she couldn't believe how lucky she was. Things were going to be more than difficult in the future but as long she always had this then she was going to be happy.
