Natasha and her baby

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I wake up and everything that happened yesterday hits me like a train. I abruptly sit up, looking for any kind of way out. But first, we need to get out of this crib. I quickly kick the duvet off of my body and see the romper I'm wearing. 

"No time for that right now, Julie" I say to myself. I stand up and try to kick my leg over the crib's side with no luck, the crib is at such an awkward hight that I can't climb out of it myself. I jump and try again, and again, and again. Until suddenly I jump too high and awkwardly fall out of the crib, I try to catch myself with my right arm. Unfortunate I land on the ground with a loud thud and I hear a loud crack in my right wrist. Searing hot pain shoots trough my wrist and I cry it out. The door slams open and loud footsteps come closer.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Natasha asks worried

I close my eyes, the pain to intense to form any coherent thought. "p-pain" I manage to choke out while sobbing my longs out. 

"Where does it hurt, angel?" 

"w-wrist, it hurts so much Nat" I sobbed harder.

"Can I see your arm?" 

I shake my head, I don't want anyone touching it. "no! it hurts"

"Angel, I think we need to go to medbay, It doesn't look to good"

Natasha gently picks me up under my arms and puts me on her hip "you are okay baby" And she softly rubs circles on my back. 

The rest of the morning we spend in MedBay and the next thing I know we are back in my room with a fresh cast around my arm.

"Baby you can't climb out of your crib! The bars are there for a reason, to keep you safe! I was so extremely worried kiddo, please don't ever do that again"

I'm extremely embarrassed, I'm 16 years old and I can't even get out of a baby crib.

 "I'm sorry Nat"

"It's okay baby, what's done is done. But to avoid this happening again, for now you are co-sleeping with me" she softly pushes my face into her neck and rubs my back.

I don't really care at this point where I'm sleeping, nothing is worse than a crib. I nod against her neck.

"are you hungry, angel? I can make some pancakes for you?" 

I shake my head, my wrist is killing me and my painkillers hadn't kicked in yet. "No thank you, im not hungry"

"But you need to eat babes, how bout some strawberries? Blueberries?" 

I shake my head again "no thank you, I don't want anything" I murmur against her neck.

Nat sighs and pats my bottom "okay baby, we can eat later. How bout watching a movie with me in my room?"

A movie doesn't sound so bad? "yes please, but I need to go to the toilet first"

"You don't need to go to the toilet baby. You're too little for that, you fell out of your crib this morning, we don't need you falling off the toilet to!"

"but I need to pee?" I asked confused, what am I supposed to do then? Pee my pants?

"angel did you forget that you are wearing a diaper? You don't need to worry about that anymore" She kisses my temple and starts walking to her room with me on her hip.

I tense up and I have a system overload, the label in the romper that I'm wearing sticks in my neck, the diaper chafes between my legs, and my socks are tickling. It all becomes too much. My breath becomes labored, and the room temperature is getting too hot. "No, No"

"baby are u okay?" Natasha says as we enter her bedroom

I can't breathe! It's all too much. I claw at my neck trying to get some air in, while trying to pull of my socks with my feet without moving my thighs to avoid the diaper rubbing against my legs. 

"hey, hey you are okay. What is going on baby? breathe with me" Natasha quickly places me on the bedside and squats down to match my height. 

"get off"I try to communicate while pulling on my romper.

on that moment the dam broke, tears are streaming down my face while sobbing my heart out. My socks are too itchy and the little label in my neck isn't helping at all. I pull on my shirt again, trying to get the message across.

"you wan't your romper off, angel?"

I nod my head, I can't think of being ashamed. All I want is the label to be 20 meters away from me, away from my neck. "please!" I sob out.

She quickly gets to work and pushes my shoulders down, so that I'm lying on her bed. I choke on air.

"hey baby, keep breathing okay? In, hold and out"

She unbuttons the romper on my bum and quickly pulls it over my head. "is this a little bit better?" she asks

I shake my head, my socks are still bugging me and its riling me up again. I whine, trying to get my sock off with my other feet.

"you want your socks off to?"

I nod my head, tears still streaming down my face

"okay angel" She quickly pulls both of my socks off.

I stop crying right away, a sniffle here and there. No more overstimulation, no more romper, no more socks. The diaper is still putting me on edge, but I know that Natasha will not accept coming it off. So I suck it up and realize i'm laying half naked on Natasha Romanoff's bed. how exiting. 

"hey baby are u okay? was it all a bit too much?"

I nod my head, focusing on the ceiling. I hear some rustling and the bed dips beside me, two soft hands scoop me up and suddenly I'm laying on Natasha bra clad chest. Skin on skin. 

I sigh, no matter how scared and angry I am, skin on skin contact always hypnotized me in a sort of dazed state. I almost melt against Natasha when one of her hands  starts drawing circles on my back and the other lightly scratching my neck with her nails. 

"you are okay now, baby. Just let it happen"

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