Marvel Imagines: Book One

No One Else But Her

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: fluffy goodness

Summary: Your morning routine with Nat and the kids.

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"If I have to come in here one more time, I'm going to get Mommy Nat," you want your three kids.

At the mention of your wife, they all shoot up in fear. You're not really going to get her because she had a long day of training yesterday. She needs her sleep, so it's your turn to get the kids ready for school this morning. Natasha can be a real hardass if the kids don't listen, so at the thought of her punishing them for not waking up on time, they immediately start getting ready for school. The sight brings a smile to your face.

"Come on, let's eat breakfast first. Be quiet, Mommy is sleeping."

Your two oldest rush to the kitchen on light feet so as to not disturb Natasha. You grab your littlest one who smiles at the sight of you. She is only one, but she is very aware when you or Natasha are in the room. She babbles in your arms as you head to the kitchen, and you place her in her highchair before tending to your other children.

"Why is Mommy sleeping?" your middle child asks.

"She had a long day yesterday training with Uncle Bucky. She's very sore and needs her sleep. Don't worry, you'll see her when you get home from school."

You grab the ingredients for pancakes and begin to make them, softly humming along to a song that's been stuck in your head for the past few days. Your kids love how fluffy you make the pancakes, especially when you make them into shapes with smiley faces made of whipped cream. The longer you cook the pancakes, the more the smell filters through the room.

Natasha is in a deep sleep when her nose twitches at the familiar smell. She groans and rolls over, opening her eyes only slightly. You're not next to her which can only mean you and the kids are in the kitchen. She is terribly sore, but she isn't going to miss a morning with her kids.

She gets up and shuffles out of the room, pausing by the living room where she has a perfect view of the kitchen and its occupants. Never did Natasha think she would ever have kids because she was sterilized when she graduated from the Red Room. You came along and that whole notion changed.

When you two fell in love, she spilled all of her dirty little secrets to you, including her not being able to have any children. It's why you bared them all for her. She doesn't have to say it, but you know her dream is to have children, so you wanted to give her some. You got pregnant three times to grow your family, and now you're talking about a fourth.

You two love each other so much that you've managed to soften Natasha's hard exterior. Before, she was known as being a deadly assassin. Now, she's still that, but she's a lot more flexible when it comes to others and her feelings. She cares about a lot of stuff more than before, and you fall in love with that every day.

Natasha sneaks into the kitchen while you're plating the pancakes for the kids. No one notices her as she turns on the old-fashioned radio. Only when you hear 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton you turn to face her.

"Mommy!!" your middle and oldest child yells loudly while the youngest just squeals.

"What are you doing up? I hope I didn't wake you."

"You didn't. Your delicious cooking did. Don't worry, I wanted to see you and the kids before they go off to school."

"You can get their lunches ready while I get the rest of breakfast ready."

"Deal," she grins and pecks your lips.

The song flows through the entire room, causing every body to boogie. Your children dance in their seats as they stuff their faces, Natasha sways her hips as she packs their lunch boxes, and you shake your ass as you clean the stuff you used. It's a nice moment to share before life takes over and you're back at work.

"I love you," you whisper into your wife's ear as you pass by her.

She turns to face you and pulls you in, planting her lips on yours. It's a more intimate kiss than before, but it's still PG since your kids are still in the room.

"Ew!" your kids gag playfully, and you pull away from her with a roll of your eyes.

"It's not ew, it's love. Now, go get ready for school."

"I got this one," Natasha grins and picks up your youngest.

She squeals in happiness as Natasha takes her to the bedroom to get changed for daycare. You just smile at the love your family shares. You wouldn't want to share this with anyone else but Natasha.