Chapter 4
By: MysticFantasy
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Natasha quickly put on one of her favorite red shirts and slipped into her jeans. As she zipped them up, the zipper stopped about halfway.
"What the...?"
Trying harder, Natasha tried to get the zipper all the way up but was eventually defeated after several minutes.
Walking into her bathroom, Natasha looked at herself in the full body mirror and noticed that she had a small bump.
She was starting to show.
"Oh no." she lightly sighed and slipped out of her once perfect fitting jeans. "I have to go clothes shopping."
Normally Natasha would be all up for a new wardrobe but since she would now be looking for clothes for her to be comfortable in it wouldn't exactly be a walk in the park.
Going to her closet, she was able to find a black skirt that still fit around her slowly expanding waist.
"Let's see." Natasha said to herself as she put on flipflops. "I'm going to need enough clothes to last me the next seven months. I'm going to need Steve to help me carry all those clothes and to give an honest oppinion about how I look. I'll need Bruce to go too since he'll know exactly what I'll need."
Once she was done, the spy left her room and went into the living area where she was sure the two men were located.
Sure enough, they were there and the only ones in the room.
"Steve. Bruce. I need your help." she announced.
"Are you alright?" Steve asked as he and Bruce practically jumped up from their seats and rushed to her side.
"I'm fine guys." Natasha answered with a small smile. Since she'd announced she was expecting, the men had been spoiling her and keeping an eye on her. Constantly asking if she was feeling well and if there was anything they could do for her.
True to his word, Tony had started plans for a nursery floor and declared that he was going to decorate it with Avenger themed items. Natasha didn't feel like trying to change his mind from the decore ideas since she felt that it would happen anyway.
"I have to go clothes shopping and I need help." Natasha said.
"Clothes?" Steve questioned.
"I can't fit into my jeans anymore and I need maternity clothes now." Natasha explained.
"Need some muscle and advice?" Bruce guessed with a small smirk.
"Exactly." Natasha confirmed. "I want to get enough clothes so that I won't have to go out in public for them again. Once is more than enough."
"I'll be glad to help you, Natasha." Steve said with a smile.
"Me too." Bruce agreed.
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"A little more. A little more. You're good Steve." Bruce directed as he walked into the room backwards.
Tony and Clint watched in confusion but they quickly understood a little more when Steve walked in with his arms loaded down with full bags and his arms carrying boxes that were nearly as tall as him.
"Alright. Table top. Go ahead and put them down." Bruce said.
Steve carefully manuvered himself and the boxes until the pile was safely on the table. He then lowered all of the bags onto the floor.
"Didn't know you were such a shopaholic Cap." Clint said.
"Those are mine." Natasha declared as she walked into the room.
"All of those?" Tony exclaimed.
"That's not even all of it." Steve said before walking out of the room.
"What are all of these?" Clint asked curiously.
"Maternity clothes." Natasha answered. "I hate to admit it but I'm starting to get fat."
"You're not fat Natasha." Bruce said. "We don't need another repeat of the dressing room."
"What'd she do?"
"A clerk made a suggestion that ended up in Steve claiming Natasha was his wife and going through the mood swings already. The point of it is, the clerk was lucky to be able to live through the rest of her shift." Bruce explained.
"It was her own fault." Natasha muttered as the doors opened and Steve walked in with the rest of her things.
"Get enough clothes?" Tony asked.
"Enough to last a year." Natasha answered. "I am not going out to get more clothes again."
"That's why she asked me and Steve to go with her." Bruce said as the soldier placed the remaining boxes and bags on the table. "She needed someone to carry the things and someone to tell her what she'll need in the next coming months."
"Wow. I had no idea women needed this much stuff this early on in a pregnancy." Tony said.
"And this is just clothes." Clint stated. "Just wait until shopping for the baby happens."
"That's going to take place as soon as the floor for the nursery is done." Natasha said. I'll give you a memo about when the trucks are coming to drop everything off, Tony."
"As long as it's not my private elevator." Tony said.
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Natasha lightly smiled as she finally put away all of the new clothes she'd purchased. She would have to start wearing the new maternity clothes tomorrow.
She went into her bathroom and looked at herself again. She could tell where the bump was starting to form but Steve and Bruce claimed they hadn't been able to see it.
She knew that if she wanted to tie the knot she had to do it soon. She wanted to be able to fit into a wedding dress before she was showing any more.
That meant...it was time to tell the father.
Nerves suddenly racing, Natasha left her room and walked toward the room where the father of her child resided in the tower.
Her heart was beating so loudly that she was sure everyone else in the tower could hear it. Her fist was slightly shaking as she raised it and knocked on the door twice.
As she waited, she was very tempted to just run off and wait longer to tell him but she knew she had to tell him. She'd waited long enough as it is since the baby bump was starting.
Her hearing was able to pick up on the footsteps that were heading toward the door.
At that moment, Natasha was afraid she would suddenly start to hyperventilate.
The door knob turned and the door opened to reveal the man she'd come to see.