Fairy Tale Baby
Fairy Tale Baby
Fairy Tale Baby – Clint Barton
A/N: I guess it doesn’t really matter when it’s set, cuz Hawkeye was only in Thor and The Avengers… well, let’s do post-Avengers, like everything else.
You storm away from your boyfriend, angry tears prickling behind your eyes. Your jaw is tight and your fists are clenched as you slam the door to the bedroom of your shared apartment and lock your boyfriend out of it. You throw yourself on the bed and allow yourself to shed a few wounded tears, burying your face in the crook of your arm as you lay on your stomach.
You roll onto your back, absent-mindedly resting a hand on your belly. You recently discovered that there was a baby growing in there, the product of the deep, passionate love shared between you and your boyfriend, Clint Barton. You were ecstatic upon hearing the news, and of course assumed that your lover would be, too.
Clint disappointed you more deeply than you could ever imagine. You know he loves you, deep down, but his reaction to you informing him that you’re going to have a baby was way below encouraging. He simply stared at you, wide-eyed, as though you had told him that you were leaving him, or something equally tragic – certainly not the warm, happy, excited reaction that you had.
So you lie in your shared bed, fresh tears streaming down your face, dripping into your hair and down your ears as you lift an arm to wipe them away. Did he not love you? Was he not happy that you were carrying his baby? Did he not want to have children with you?
Sure, work is hard for both of you. He’s an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you’re an aspiring actress, which means that both of you will have to spend lots of time away from home and each other, and once you start to show you won’t be getting as many movie roles, which will bring down your income, but you always thought that if this situation ever arose, you’d both make it work.
Well, you thought sadly, grasping a tissue from the box on the bedside table and wiping your nose. I guess it’s up to me. You run your hand over your belly again, silently promising your unborn child that you’ll love him or her twice as much to make up for Daddy’s lack of enthusiasm.
Tony’s organized yet another party, full of booze and girls and mixing the two, and of course, The Avengers. You had initially declined the invitation, thinking you’d rather stay home with some hot herbal tea and read fairy tales to your womb than go to Stark Tower to face the blaring music and the boyfriend that you’ve been ignoring. He’s been spending more time at Stark Tower, since you refuse to speak to him and leave the room as soon as he enters.
But you figure that a night out might be good for you, maybe get your mind off of Clint’s less-than-satisfactory response and actually have some fun. You’ve got a bit part in a few episodes of a new television series coming up, but nothing lined up after that, and before too long you’ll be too big to do much acting or partying. So you decide to attend Stark’s party and enjoy your time before all of your focus goes to your baby.
You’re only a couple of weeks along, so the only signs of pregnancy that others might pick up on is your decline of alcohol (not that you drink very much anyway), your growing, changing appetite, and your wonderfully unstable mood swings.
You realize that you have about half an hour before you told yourself that you should leave for the party, so you pad back to your bedroom and open the closet, looking at all of your party dresses. All of them will still fit you perfectly, as your belly is about as flat as it was two weeks ago. You select a (f/c) strapless dress that stops about mid-thigh and hugs your curves as well as your chest. The fabric appears to wrap around your body like a sheet, with rhinestones adorning the hem and tiny fabric roses decorating the neckline. You then move to the bathroom and pull out your favorite makeup and hair accessories, running a brush through your (hair type) (h/c) locks before pinning your hair up in a messy but cute bun, a few strands hanging down by your ears, outlining your face. You line your eyes with (f/c) liner and brush some mascara onto your lashes. You line your lips with your favorite plumping gloss and smile at your reflection before exiting the room. You pluck your purse from its position on the floor, ensuring that your car keys and cell phone are included. You slip on a pair of (f/c) pumps with ankle straps before leaving your apartment and locking the door behind you. You make your way out to your car and take your time driving to Stark Tower.
Once there, you get out of and lock your car, taking your purse with you into the tower. You smile as Jarvis greets you and buzzes you in. You ride the elevator in near silence taking a breath as the doors slide open and you realize how many people are already here, even though the party has only been going for half an hour. You step out of the elevator, looking around to see if Hawkeye was in sight. You weave through the sea of people in search of the bar. You’re dying for a (fave non-alcoholic drink).
You squeeze through the people and jump onto a bar stool, setting your purse beneath your feet. Tony smirks at you as he appears on the business side of the bar.
“What can I getcha, babe?” he asks.
You order your drink, ignoring the raise of his brow as he realizes that your order is non-alcoholic.
“No booze?” he questions, feigning hurt.
“No booze,” you agree, nodding your thanks as he hands you your drink.
“Why no booze?” he inquires.
“I just don’t want booze tonight,” you insist, taking a sip of your drink.
“(Name)!” a loud, masculine voice hollers. You turn your head in the direction of the sound and grin as Thor runs over to you, his bulky arms outstretched, ready for a hug. You stand from your stool and hold your own arms out, laughing as he picks you up and twirls you. You haven’t been spending as much time around the rest of the Avengers as you usually do, between trying to find acting gigs and moping about your boyfriend’s reaction and trying to reorganize your life around your future baby.
Thor sets you down gently, almost as though he knows. “I have missed you, Lady (name).”
“I’ve missed you too, Thor,” you tell him sincerely. You and Thor had become quite good friends after you and Hawkeye got together.
“How are things between you and the Hawk?” Thor inquires. “He has not been himself as of late.”
You unknowingly hold your breath as Tony and Thor stare at you, awaiting an answer.
“He’s right,” Tony adds. “Bird Boy has been kinda off for the past couple of weeks. Almost depressed.”
You bite back a snort of irony. Him, depressed? You were the pregnant one, the one he practically abandoned. “We’re just… in a fight…”
“A fight over what? Thor wonders, genuinely concerned. You can’t help but smile as his blonde brows furrow together in worry. He’s always so caring of his teammates.
“It’s nothing,” you lie. “It’ll blow over in time.”
Tony eyes you suspiciously while Thor’s bright smile slowly returns. As you return to your seat and sip your drink, Steve makes his way through the crowd to greet you. “Hello, (name).”
“Hey, Steve,” you smile.
“Are things alright with you and Clint? He seems very upset,” Steve inquires.
You sigh, lowering your gaze to the ground.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the Captain apologizes. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“No, it’s alright,” you insist. “It’s just that Thor and Tony just asked me the same thing.”
Steve nods understandingly, not pressing the question any further. You turn your gaze to the crowd, watching as dozens of people you’ve never seen mingle and dance, some with drinks in their hands. Your eyes scan a plush leather couch near the corner of the room where Clint is sitting with Natasha. Clint does appear upset, you notice, and Natasha appears to be attempting to comfort him. He lifts his gaze and meets your eye, and you quickly turn away and go back to your drink.
Tony watches as you obviously avoid your boyfriend, wondering what could possibly be the problem. He rests his forearms on the bar and leans across, his face inches from yours. He lowers his voice and whispers, “Did he cheat on you?”
Your eyes widen at the absurd idea and bark out a laugh. “No, of course not.”
“Did he make fun of your acting?”
“Why would he do that?”
“Did he build a bird nest without telling you?”
“What?”
“Tell me what happened!” Tony cries desperately.
“Don’t worry about it!” you cry back.
Thor, Steve, Clint and Natasha have all turned their attention to you and Tony. You rest your elbow on the bar and your forehead in your palm.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Steve asks softly, resting a hand on your shoulder.
“Can I be of assistance?” Thor questions, standing on your other side.
“I could use something to eat,” you muse.
“What would you like?” Steve questions.
“Something covered in chocolate,” you decide.
“Anything in specific?” Thor asks.
You think for a minute. “Cucumbers.”
“Cucumbers… covered in chocolate?” Tony questions.
“That sounds amazing…” you nod.
Tony eyes you suspiciously as Steve raids the fridge and cupboards in search of your request. Tony watches you, taking in your determination to not tell him why you’re not talking to Clint, your strange food craving, and the fact that you insisted on a non-alcoholic beverage. He thinks back to his conversations with Pepper when she was trying to help him understand women. His eyes widen and he grins at you.
“You’re pregnant!” he whisper-yells.
Your eyes widen in return. “What makes you say that?”
“You won’t drink booze, you won’t tell me what happened with you and Bird Boy, you’re craving chocolate-covered cucumbers, and now you’re panicking. You. Are. Pregnant,” he declares with a nod.
Thor stares at you. “That is most wonderful news, Lady (name)!”
You bite your own lip. “Keep it down!”
“Does Clint know?” Steve asks, returning to the bar with your snack.
Your eyes cast down to the bar. “Yes…”
“Then what’s the problem?” the Captain questions.
“Nothing…” you mumble.
“Please confide in us, Lady (name),” Thor pleads quietly.
You sigh, turning your head to find Clint and Natasha staring at you, wondering what your conversation was about. You turned back to the guys. “He… He wasn’t happy…” you whisper.
“How do you mean?” Thor asks, confused.
You rise from the bar and grab your purse from the floor, gesturing for the boys to follow you. With one last glance towards Clint and Natasha, you lead the boys to the closest bedroom which happens to be Tony’s.
“Why are we in here?” Steve asks.
“Privacy,” you explain, sitting on Tony’s bed. You sigh as they all sit around you. “I told Clint that I’m pregnant and… he just stared at me. He looked at me like I told him I was leaving him or something, and he didn’t even say anything!” You stare down at your lap, hand resting on your belly. “It was like he didn’t want me to be pregnant…”
“I’m sure Clint’s happy about it,” Steve insists, resting a hand on your knee.
“The Hawk has deep feelings for you,” Thor adds.
“Bird Boy loves you, babe,” Tony says, resting a hand on your back. “He was probably just shocked. I’d be stunned too if Pepper gave me news like that. He’s just not ready to be a daddy, or he thinks he isn’t.”
“It’s gonna be hard for you two, with Clint being an agent,” Steve reminds you.
“Do you really think he’s happy?” you mumble. The three nod their heads and offer you comforting hugs before leaving the room. You follow them only to run into Clint. You bite your lip as you look at him, unsure of what to say.
“Can we talk?” he asks, sounding hurt.
You nod and lead him away from the crowd. You find a sitting area with a few chairs and no party-goers and take a seat.
“I’m so sorry, (name),” he begins. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I was just scared. I’m not ready to be a father. My job doesn’t give me enough time off to be a good father.”
“You think I’m not scared?” you challenge. “I’m terrified. I’m barely an actress as it is and once I start showing no one will hire me. I’ll have no money coming in. And I’m scared of your job being in the way, that you won’t be able to spend a lot of time with our baby. But I love this baby, and I love what it symbolizes.”
Clint stands in front of you, extending his arms to you. You reluctantly accept his hands and stand, looking up at him.
“I love you, (name),” he says sincerely, resting his forehead on yours. “And I love this baby. I was just stunned. I didn’t expect you to get pregnant so soon; I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to support us, and that my job would keep me away.”
You look at the floor, embarrassed. “It sounded like you didn’t want me to be pregnant. I thought you were upset with me… Like you didn’t want to be with me anymore…”
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. He rests his cheek on the top of your head. “Please, don’t ever think that. I love you, more than anything. I am honestly excited that you’re having my baby. I always want to be with you.”
You look up at him, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. He lifts a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the unshed tears. He presses a kiss to your lips which you eagerly return.
“I love you, (name).”
“I love you too, Clint.”
He smiles and kisses your forehead. “Does this mean I can come back to the apartment?”
You giggle. “Please do. It’s lonely there without you. I think the baby knows you’re not around.”
“Well I’ll have to stick around then,” he promises, wrapping his hand around yours and lacing your fingers together. You squeeze his hand gently, causing him to smile.
“Let’s go home,” you say softly. He leans down and pecks your lips before nodding.
“Let’s go home.”
Once back at the apartment, you drop your purse on the floor and collapse on the couch. Clint sits beside you and kisses your cheek, wrapping his arms around you. You curl into his arms, resting your head on his chest. As you sigh contently, Clint’s gaze wanders to the coffee table and his brow rises as he notices the book of fairy tales you’d left there.
“What’s that?” he inquires. You follow his gaze and smile.
“Fairy tales. I was reading to the baby.”
“Reading to the baby? Isn’t the baby super tiny right now?”
You giggle. “It is, but I read online that reading to the baby no matter how early in the pregnancy is good for you. The baby can hear you eventually while it’s still in the womb, so it’s good for you to communicate.”
He chuckles and kisses your nose. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
You smile, stretching up to capture his lips. You soon fall asleep, your head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped securely around you.
A/N: I guess it doesn’t really matter when it’s set, cuz Hawkeye was only in Thor and The Avengers… well, let’s do post-Avengers, like everything else.
You storm away from your boyfriend, angry tears prickling behind your eyes. Your jaw is tight and your fists are clenched as you slam the door to the bedroom of your shared apartment and lock your boyfriend out of it. You throw yourself on the bed and allow yourself to shed a few wounded tears, burying your face in the crook of your arm as you lay on your stomach.
You roll onto your back, absent-mindedly resting a hand on your belly. You recently discovered that there was a baby growing in there, the product of the deep, passionate love shared between you and your boyfriend, Clint Barton. You were ecstatic upon hearing the news, and of course assumed that your lover would be, too.
Clint disappointed you more deeply than you could ever imagine. You know he loves you, deep down, but his reaction to you informing him that you’re going to have a baby was way below encouraging. He simply stared at you, wide-eyed, as though you had told him that you were leaving him, or something equally tragic – certainly not the warm, happy, excited reaction that you had.
So you lie in your shared bed, fresh tears streaming down your face, dripping into your hair and down your ears as you lift an arm to wipe them away. Did he not love you? Was he not happy that you were carrying his baby? Did he not want to have children with you?
Sure, work is hard for both of you. He’s an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you’re an aspiring actress, which means that both of you will have to spend lots of time away from home and each other, and once you start to show you won’t be getting as many movie roles, which will bring down your income, but you always thought that if this situation ever arose, you’d both make it work.
Well, you thought sadly, grasping a tissue from the box on the bedside table and wiping your nose. I guess it’s up to me. You run your hand over your belly again, silently promising your unborn child that you’ll love him or her twice as much to make up for Daddy’s lack of enthusiasm.
Tony’s organized yet another party, full of booze and girls and mixing the two, and of course, The Avengers. You had initially declined the invitation, thinking you’d rather stay home with some hot herbal tea and read fairy tales to your womb than go to Stark Tower to face the blaring music and the boyfriend that you’ve been ignoring. He’s been spending more time at Stark Tower, since you refuse to speak to him and leave the room as soon as he enters.
But you figure that a night out might be good for you, maybe get your mind off of Clint’s less-than-satisfactory response and actually have some fun. You’ve got a bit part in a few episodes of a new television series coming up, but nothing lined up after that, and before too long you’ll be too big to do much acting or partying. So you decide to attend Stark’s party and enjoy your time before all of your focus goes to your baby.
You’re only a couple of weeks along, so the only signs of pregnancy that others might pick up on is your decline of alcohol (not that you drink very much anyway), your growing, changing appetite, and your wonderfully unstable mood swings.
You realize that you have about half an hour before you told yourself that you should leave for the party, so you pad back to your bedroom and open the closet, looking at all of your party dresses. All of them will still fit you perfectly, as your belly is about as flat as it was two weeks ago. You select a (f/c) strapless dress that stops about mid-thigh and hugs your curves as well as your chest. The fabric appears to wrap around your body like a sheet, with rhinestones adorning the hem and tiny fabric roses decorating the neckline. You then move to the bathroom and pull out your favorite makeup and hair accessories, running a brush through your (hair type) (h/c) locks before pinning your hair up in a messy but cute bun, a few strands hanging down by your ears, outlining your face. You line your eyes with (f/c) liner and brush some mascara onto your lashes. You line your lips with your favorite plumping gloss and smile at your reflection before exiting the room. You pluck your purse from its position on the floor, ensuring that your car keys and cell phone are included. You slip on a pair of (f/c) pumps with ankle straps before leaving your apartment and locking the door behind you. You make your way out to your car and take your time driving to Stark Tower.
Once there, you get out of and lock your car, taking your purse with you into the tower. You smile as Jarvis greets you and buzzes you in. You ride the elevator in near silence taking a breath as the doors slide open and you realize how many people are already here, even though the party has only been going for half an hour. You step out of the elevator, looking around to see if Hawkeye was in sight. You weave through the sea of people in search of the bar. You’re dying for a (fave non-alcoholic drink).
You squeeze through the people and jump onto a bar stool, setting your purse beneath your feet. Tony smirks at you as he appears on the business side of the bar.
“What can I getcha, babe?” he asks.
You order your drink, ignoring the raise of his brow as he realizes that your order is non-alcoholic.
“No booze?” he questions, feigning hurt.
“No booze,” you agree, nodding your thanks as he hands you your drink.
“Why no booze?” he inquires.
“I just don’t want booze tonight,” you insist, taking a sip of your drink.
“(Name)!” a loud, masculine voice hollers. You turn your head in the direction of the sound and grin as Thor runs over to you, his bulky arms outstretched, ready for a hug. You stand from your stool and hold your own arms out, laughing as he picks you up and twirls you. You haven’t been spending as much time around the rest of the Avengers as you usually do, between trying to find acting gigs and moping about your boyfriend’s reaction and trying to reorganize your life around your future baby.
Thor sets you down gently, almost as though he knows. “I have missed you, Lady (name).”
“I’ve missed you too, Thor,” you tell him sincerely. You and Thor had become quite good friends after you and Hawkeye got together.
“How are things between you and the Hawk?” Thor inquires. “He has not been himself as of late.”
You unknowingly hold your breath as Tony and Thor stare at you, awaiting an answer.
“He’s right,” Tony adds. “Bird Boy has been kinda off for the past couple of weeks. Almost depressed.”
You bite back a snort of irony. Him, depressed? You were the pregnant one, the one he practically abandoned. “We’re just… in a fight…”
“A fight over what? Thor wonders, genuinely concerned. You can’t help but smile as his blonde brows furrow together in worry. He’s always so caring of his teammates.
“It’s nothing,” you lie. “It’ll blow over in time.”
Tony eyes you suspiciously while Thor’s bright smile slowly returns. As you return to your seat and sip your drink, Steve makes his way through the crowd to greet you. “Hello, (name).”
“Hey, Steve,” you smile.
“Are things alright with you and Clint? He seems very upset,” Steve inquires.
You sigh, lowering your gaze to the ground.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the Captain apologizes. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“No, it’s alright,” you insist. “It’s just that Thor and Tony just asked me the same thing.”
Steve nods understandingly, not pressing the question any further. You turn your gaze to the crowd, watching as dozens of people you’ve never seen mingle and dance, some with drinks in their hands. Your eyes scan a plush leather couch near the corner of the room where Clint is sitting with Natasha. Clint does appear upset, you notice, and Natasha appears to be attempting to comfort him. He lifts his gaze and meets your eye, and you quickly turn away and go back to your drink.
Tony watches as you obviously avoid your boyfriend, wondering what could possibly be the problem. He rests his forearms on the bar and leans across, his face inches from yours. He lowers his voice and whispers, “Did he cheat on you?”
Your eyes widen at the absurd idea and bark out a laugh. “No, of course not.”
“Did he make fun of your acting?”
“Why would he do that?”
“Did he build a bird nest without telling you?”
“What?”
“Tell me what happened!” Tony cries desperately.
“Don’t worry about it!” you cry back.
Thor, Steve, Clint and Natasha have all turned their attention to you and Tony. You rest your elbow on the bar and your forehead in your palm.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Steve asks softly, resting a hand on your shoulder.
“Can I be of assistance?” Thor questions, standing on your other side.
“I could use something to eat,” you muse.
“What would you like?” Steve questions.
“Something covered in chocolate,” you decide.
“Anything in specific?” Thor asks.
You think for a minute. “Cucumbers.”
“Cucumbers… covered in chocolate?” Tony questions.
“That sounds amazing…” you nod.
Tony eyes you suspiciously as Steve raids the fridge and cupboards in search of your request. Tony watches you, taking in your determination to not tell him why you’re not talking to Clint, your strange food craving, and the fact that you insisted on a non-alcoholic beverage. He thinks back to his conversations with Pepper when she was trying to help him understand women. His eyes widen and he grins at you.
“You’re pregnant!” he whisper-yells.
Your eyes widen in return. “What makes you say that?”
“You won’t drink booze, you won’t tell me what happened with you and Bird Boy, you’re craving chocolate-covered cucumbers, and now you’re panicking. You. Are. Pregnant,” he declares with a nod.
Thor stares at you. “That is most wonderful news, Lady (name)!”
You bite your own lip. “Keep it down!”
“Does Clint know?” Steve asks, returning to the bar with your snack.
Your eyes cast down to the bar. “Yes…”
“Then what’s the problem?” the Captain questions.
“Nothing…” you mumble.
“Please confide in us, Lady (name),” Thor pleads quietly.
You sigh, turning your head to find Clint and Natasha staring at you, wondering what your conversation was about. You turned back to the guys. “He… He wasn’t happy…” you whisper.
“How do you mean?” Thor asks, confused.
You rise from the bar and grab your purse from the floor, gesturing for the boys to follow you. With one last glance towards Clint and Natasha, you lead the boys to the closest bedroom which happens to be Tony’s.
“Why are we in here?” Steve asks.
“Privacy,” you explain, sitting on Tony’s bed. You sigh as they all sit around you. “I told Clint that I’m pregnant and… he just stared at me. He looked at me like I told him I was leaving him or something, and he didn’t even say anything!” You stare down at your lap, hand resting on your belly. “It was like he didn’t want me to be pregnant…”
“I’m sure Clint’s happy about it,” Steve insists, resting a hand on your knee.
“The Hawk has deep feelings for you,” Thor adds.
“Bird Boy loves you, babe,” Tony says, resting a hand on your back. “He was probably just shocked. I’d be stunned too if Pepper gave me news like that. He’s just not ready to be a daddy, or he thinks he isn’t.”
“It’s gonna be hard for you two, with Clint being an agent,” Steve reminds you.
“Do you really think he’s happy?” you mumble. The three nod their heads and offer you comforting hugs before leaving the room. You follow them only to run into Clint. You bite your lip as you look at him, unsure of what to say.
“Can we talk?” he asks, sounding hurt.
You nod and lead him away from the crowd. You find a sitting area with a few chairs and no party-goers and take a seat.
“I’m so sorry, (name),” he begins. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I was just scared. I’m not ready to be a father. My job doesn’t give me enough time off to be a good father.”
“You think I’m not scared?” you challenge. “I’m terrified. I’m barely an actress as it is and once I start showing no one will hire me. I’ll have no money coming in. And I’m scared of your job being in the way, that you won’t be able to spend a lot of time with our baby. But I love this baby, and I love what it symbolizes.”
Clint stands in front of you, extending his arms to you. You reluctantly accept his hands and stand, looking up at him.
“I love you, (name),” he says sincerely, resting his forehead on yours. “And I love this baby. I was just stunned. I didn’t expect you to get pregnant so soon; I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to support us, and that my job would keep me away.”
You look at the floor, embarrassed. “It sounded like you didn’t want me to be pregnant. I thought you were upset with me… Like you didn’t want to be with me anymore…”
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. He rests his cheek on the top of your head. “Please, don’t ever think that. I love you, more than anything. I am honestly excited that you’re having my baby. I always want to be with you.”
You look up at him, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. He lifts a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the unshed tears. He presses a kiss to your lips which you eagerly return.
“I love you, (name).”
“I love you too, Clint.”
He smiles and kisses your forehead. “Does this mean I can come back to the apartment?”
You giggle. “Please do. It’s lonely there without you. I think the baby knows you’re not around.”
“Well I’ll have to stick around then,” he promises, wrapping his hand around yours and lacing your fingers together. You squeeze his hand gently, causing him to smile.
“Let’s go home,” you say softly. He leans down and pecks your lips before nodding.
“Let’s go home.”
Once back at the apartment, you drop your purse on the floor and collapse on the couch. Clint sits beside you and kisses your cheek, wrapping his arms around you. You curl into his arms, resting your head on his chest. As you sigh contently, Clint’s gaze wanders to the coffee table and his brow rises as he notices the book of fairy tales you’d left there.
“What’s that?” he inquires. You follow his gaze and smile.
“Fairy tales. I was reading to the baby.”
“Reading to the baby? Isn’t the baby super tiny right now?”
You giggle. “It is, but I read online that reading to the baby no matter how early in the pregnancy is good for you. The baby can hear you eventually while it’s still in the womb, so it’s good for you to communicate.”
He chuckles and kisses your nose. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
You smile, stretching up to capture his lips. You soon fall asleep, your head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped securely around you.