Coming out of her shell

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When Clint and Laura came back Nat was sat on Wanda's lap, her face tucked into her neck as she sucked her thumb ,which Wanda soon replaced with the pacifier she had in her back pocket. Luckily Wanda had managed to change Nat into a diaper before the two made an appearance.

"Hey guys, sorry that took so long the kids didn't want to-" Clint paused as he saw Nat and his heart filled with joy. "Hey Nat, you okay?" Clint asked softly. Nat nodded, hiding into Wanda more. Clint almost melted at the sight and sat down with Laura as they all started to talk.

They talked for a little while before Nat started getting sleepy. "Mama?" She whispered. Wanda's attention was immediately on her babygirl. "S'eepy..." she lisped around her pacifier. Both Clint and Laura were watching the interaction and it took everything they had not to coo at the sight infront of them.

"You wanna go upstairs or stay here?" Wanda asked and Nat thought. She liked how they were, she was warm and comfy, she liked the background noise as it blocked her thoughts from taking over, it was comforting to be with her mama. "Hewe mama." She said, rubbing her eyes with a closed fist.

"Okay baby, go sleepies." Nat layed her head down on Wanda's shoulder and started to drift off before she remembered about her mamas promise. "Mama milky." She said in Wanda's ear and Wanda smiled. "Do you guys mind if...?" She asked, making sure they were okay with it. Both gave a jumbled approval, surprised but overjoyed that little Nat was making an appearance.

Wanda smiled and carefully moved Nat so she was laying across her lap. Nat felt extremely embarrassed but decided to just let go and let big Nat deal with it later. Wanda carefully undid her bra and lifted her shirt on one side, letting Nat nurse.

As soon as Nat latched on and started nursing all her worries melted away, it was hard to be embarrassed when you felt so safe and loved. Wanda gently stroked her hair and looked down at her baby who was looking right back at her. "Hey babygirl..." Wanda cooed at her and she smiled, a small drop of milk dribbling down her chin, which Wanda wiped off with her thumb as quick as it came out.

"Aww..." Clint finally gave in and awed at the sight infront of him. Laura smiled but didn't want to scare Nat, so she sat quietly just enjoying seeing Nat so happy. Even though she did want to outwardly express her feelings she knew Nat well, not as well as Clint or Wanda perhaps but well enough, and she knew that Nat would only hide further if they made a huge fuss of her. Once she's come out of her shell a bit more they could start but until then, she will have to keep it internal.

As Wanda patted Nat's diaper-cladded bum she could see her babygirl fighting sleep. She knew Nat was exhausted, anyone who looked at her could tell, the bags under her eyes being a dead giveaway.

"Go sleepies babygirl, mamas right here..." she said gently stroking Nat's hair out of her face before softly dragging her fingers up and down Nat's arm relaxingly. After a few more minutes of fighting it sleep overcame the little and she succumbed to her sleepy state.

Wanda carefully unlatched Nat and replaced her boob with a pacifier before pulling her shirt back down, covering herself again. She smiled at her baby for a little while before turning back to the other two in the room.

As she turned she saw both of them looking at the duo in awe, Wanda had never seen Clint look at anyone like that. "You okay?" Wanda asked slowly and quietly, making sure not to wake Nat.

"She's so precious..." Clint responded, Laura nodding in agreement.

The three continued to talk about things, like the kids, little Nat... god Wanda loved talking about little Nat. She gushed about her to both Clint and Laura and they listened intently. It was amazing that Nat was able to find someone as good as Wanda and it was clear the pair were made for each other. They asked questions and Wanda showed them lots of pictures, happy she was able to talk about her baby.

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