Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

TOO OLD

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : TWO YEARS OLD
TYPE : ANGST, FLUFF
PROMPT : You try to get Natasha to breastfeed you, but she unexpectedly refuses, since you're growing up and are getting too old for it.

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Ever since you were born, Natasha's love language had become skin to skin contact. Earlier in her life, she was never really one to touch others, or one to like to be touched. She was always sort of uncomfortable with any sort of physical contact, having endured way too much pain during her childhood. Fortunately for you, Natasha had decided to break that toxic pattern. She decided to give you everything she never got.

During two full years of your life, you got your mother's milk every single day. Natasha's favorite part of the day was when she got to breastfeed you. She loved the intimate connection it formed between the both of you. Sadly, it was time to give it all up. You were getting too old for breastfeeding after having just turned two years old. She knew this would be as hard for her as it would be for you, but you had to stop.

After having abruptly woken up because of random morning hunger, you decided to make your way to your mother's bedroom in order to get some food in your stomach.

"Mama?" You called out, poking your head through the doorframe.

"Y/N, honey?" She rasped, rubbing her eyes and squinting them to see you properly.

"Yes, it's me, Y/N." You giggled, running up to her and jumping on the bed to straddle her stomach.

"Hi, baby." She smiled, rubbing your belly, taking in your morning attire, including your crazy bed hair.

"Hi, mama." You replied, leaning down and placing your little head on her chest to listen to her heartbeat. It was your favorite sound in the whole world. The most familiar, actually, having listened to it on a loop for nine months straight.

Not being a very vocal person in the morning, you decided to tug on her shirt, indicating you wanted to be fed. Natasha instantly frowned, knowing exactly what you wanted.

She sighed, slightly sitting up, making you sit properly as well. "Baby, mama really needs to talk to you."

You immediately whined loudly as you were extremely hungry, then kept on tugging on her shirt, not caring what she has to say as milk was clearly more important.

"Baby, please listen to me." She pleaded, rocking you back and forth to try to get you to calm down, which only made you wail even louder.

"No! Milk first!" You cried, deciding to hold her shirt and try to slide it off by yourself.

She slapped your hand away, grabbed your face and rubbed your cheeks, which quickly calmed you down. "Ready to listen now?" She asked quietly, gently blowing on your face to get your attention.

"Mhm." You nodded, sniffling.

She cleared her throat, then hesitantly explained. "Okay. Sweetheart, you need to know that at a certain age, all babies stop drinking their mama's milk. You are now two years old, which means you need to stop drinking mama's milk as well, like every other baby. You have to start eating regular food only, I'm sorry honey."

Tears directly threatened to fall from your eyes again. "Mama, forever?"

Her heart shattered at the thought of that. She didn't want you to grow up at all. Time was now her number one enemy, but how could she ever fight it?

"Yes baby, forever. I'm so sorry, I really am. Mama will also miss milky time." She whispered, tears now free falling down the side of her cheeks.

"But- But, no! No! I want milk now!" You pleaded, trashing around.

She expected you to have an outburst, but didn't really know what to do about it.

"It's okay, it's okay. Don't be sad, don't cry. You will always be close to mama. It doesn't matter if you start eating only regular food, we can still have skin to skin time, alright? We'll always stay close, I'll always make you food." She desperately said, trying to get you to understand. But how could you even explain that to a two year old?

"No! Don't want food! Want milk!" You whined, hitting her chest with your little fists that could only do so much.

Not knowing what to do anymore, she decided to just take you to the kitchen. "Let's go get some food in that tummy, yeah?" She cooed, getting up and holding you tightly against her so you wouldn't fall down.

She placed you on the kitchen counter, then started cutting up fruits for the both of you.

"Mama, milk!" You kept on yelling, which eventually woke some people up in the compound.

"Natasha?" Wanda asked groggily, walking into the kitchen.

"Oh, Wanda. I'm so sorry we woke you up, we're just having a little issue." Natasha explained chaotically, tiredly putting her hands on her hips.

"It's alright, what's the problem?" She answered with genuine interest, wanting to help.

"Milk! I want milk!" You sobbed as Wanda carried you.

"Oh, I know what this is about." She frowned, comfortingly running her hand up and down your back.

"I don't know what to do." Natasha said absolutely defeated, now putting her head in her hands.

"Listen, I'll go distract her while you cut up the fruits, would that be okay for you?" She replied, already standing in between the doorframe, getting ready to go to the living room.

"God, yes. Thank you so much, Wanda." She sighed, getting back to preparing breakfast.

After a few minutes, being nearly done, she couldn't hear you crying anymore. How on earth?

She walked into the living room with your little plastic plate, then was met with the cutest sight ever. You were sitting on the couch, cuddled up next to Wanda, attentively watching the TV, not even noticing your mother walk in.

Wanda sneakily took the plate from Natasha. "Here, let me."

She sat back down next to you, then started slowly feeding you little bites. Being too caught up with the movie, you didn't even pay attention to what you were being fed. Your mother's milk was long forgotten.

"Thank you." Natasha mouthed to Wanda, deciding to sit next to you.

"Hi, mama." You smiled with your mouth full.

"Hi, baby, you having fun?" She asked, trying to make you forget about the milk even more.

"Yes! Cinderella!" You squealed, excitingly pointing to the TV and jumping around.

Natasha finally felt this sense of relief she longed for, she knew you would both be okay. She hated watching you grow up, but loved it at the same time. You looked just like her, you reminded her of the best parts of her as they shined through you. It was a bittersweet feeling.