The Widow's Belladonna (Natasha Romanoff X Fem)

Brat

Nat's POV....

Sitting alone under the full moon in one of the most beautiful places she ever been, Talia sighs in frustration thinking about her life. Not too long ago, she was whispering her gratitude into the wind and now she was sharing her regrets. Split between the loyal person she always was and the person she had to be. Loyalty to her wife or loyalty to the rest of the world. She couldn't fathom the thought of the losing Theo with the unknown circumstances. She was risking too much and damn her heart if she wanted to be self sacrificing. She had no parents and even thinking about her babies going parent less in this world made her I'll to her stomach. Better her than Theo, she thought. She already made her decision and Theo had to understand. It had to be just her. Soft footsteps behind her trickles the sand beside her before her sister's sweet scent wafts in the wind.

Yelena's eyes were gazing over the moon reflected ocean knowing that her sister was battling something fierce, she clears her throat, "you know, when I had my eyes trained on you at the end of my gun, I was ready to pull the trigger," she sighs, "but then I seen something I've never seen with you. It was in your eyes. They were usually cold and steady, they were the eyes you see when you know you were going to die," she gulps, "they weren't like that at all. They were hard but they were filled with something I couldn't grasp," she stammers. She takes a deep breath, "it wasn't until I seen the way it sparkled when you first reunited with your wife," she mouths. "If there's something right you've done in your life, it's choosing such a beautiful and understanding soul as Theo. She's so kind and loving, it's envious. When you brought me home to your family, Teddy had turned your family into my family, our family. And that was from the mere seconds, when she embraced me with such love that I couldn't define. When I heard the stories about Belladonna, it's impossible to think that they were the same person. And with everything she is, she gave you a gift worth a million souls..."

"Children," The black widow sighs still a little disgruntled from the lecture.

"A home," Yelena muses with a smile as her sister meets her eyes, "not just a home, but she filled it with beautiful loving children that creates a captivating mess of chaos," she snickers. "We never had a place to call home. We never had the loving parents to dote on us. We never knew love. Then I met these beautiful children. I love each and everyone of my nieces and nephews, they're just wonderfully unique and I see both their loving moms in them. There's nothing in the world I would trade to get a little, even a tad bit of their happiness. You may be the awesome fun mom but your wife is the glue to it all. She's the back bone of the whole Romanova Dynasty. Theo lets you have all the glory and not once has she stolen your light. No, she just stands right behind you with a hand on your back to steady you if ever you need it. She's given so much and right now you don't see that you need her because you think you're protecting her and that you're thinking about your family as a whole but you don't know that without you, there's no her. Of course, Theo would wield everything she has to ensure that her kids have everything they need. But all I ask," she pauses as she glances at her sister, "who's going to have her?" She questions seeing the revelation finally dawning on the stubborn Natalia, "The black widow has more to lose than anyone here except the very woman that vowed herself to you."

Talia's hands cover her face of stupidity, "I'm such a fucking idiot," she curses wiping her tears.

Yelena smiles clapping her hand on Nat's shoulder, "yes you are sister. Yes you are," she chuckles.

"Jerk," Talia shoved Yelena playfully before she stood, her hand extends to her loving sister, "thank you Lena. You know I love you right?"

Her sister whoops in laughter, "Yah I know and just so you know that I think you've gone soft," she teases, "but I love you this way," she laughs.

Nat punches her lightly in the shoulder, "being a mother of six will do that to you," she returns sweetly as they walk back to the luxurious bungalows that housed all the people that her wife cherished. They were a family of misfits but they were the amazing family that Talia wouldn't have, if it wasn't for the moonlight beauty that set her world on fire. She smiles as Yelena pushes her towards the front door.

Cautiously, Talia creeps through the sleeping house passing through rooms of people that mattered to her. Thor's choking snores scares her slightly as she smiles tenderly and makes it to her bedroom. She closes her eyes praying the door wasn't locked. Slowly she turns the knob before the door jars open. Her eyes were filled with the beautiful sight of six little humans snuggled haphazardly on the massive bed that was missing the very best of her heart, her beautiful wife. The selfless woman that gifted her these little monsters.

Her eyes flickered to the fluttering white curtains that led to the open patio to their very own private beach. She floated to the open glass door coming to a halt as her gaze fell upon the captivating woman radiating in the moonlight that illuminated her hair with a soft glow. Stolen of every breath, even after all this time, Theo still had the massive affect on her that left her rattled.

Her beautiful wife stood in the knee high waters brushing her hands against the surface as she cautiously approaches. Her hands divested her clothing before she tenderly wraps the woman. She rested her face against Theo's bare shoulders, "I'm such an idiot to ever think that I could make it through this life without the person that grounds me. I've always thought that I needed to protect you by being the one that shielded everything that comes our way. A foolish thought," she murmurs against that lush skin that comforted her more than she wanted to admit. She brushes her lips against Theo's neck, "I married the strongest, bravest woman in the universe. A fool to think she needs protection when she's been through so much more than I did. Hell you fight better than I do," she huff in amazement tightening her arms, "through everything we've been through, I know that I need you more than anything. I still fear for our children but there's no one I would rather have to protect my back than you," she murmurs.

Nat takes a deep breath as her wife's silent sobs radiate from her body, "I am sorry my beautiful heartbeat. I need the fierce spear wielding warrior woman beside me through this. So Theodora Romanova," she pleads slowly turning the enchanting woman to look into her eyes, "will you go with me?"

Theo cups her face with teary eyes, "there's no place I'd rather be Natalia. I would go to the ends of the earth with you," she replies sweetly before pulling her wife into her lips, "Gods I love you so much," she wisps warmly.

Talia melts into Theo's embrace lifting the woman and slowly emerging them into the water. Her hands breaking the clasp of her wife's bra as she makes slow sweet love to her over and over again.

Next morning...

Theo's POV...

Wrapped softly in the arms of her wife covered by a blanket to conceal their sex, Theo draws circles on the woman's lush skin as Talia slumbers peacefully beside her. Her eyes trailing over the small details of her wife that she admired. A light flush of freckles that was almost invisible if you weren't looking, reflecting the stardust in the skies. Those natural tainted red lips and button nose that most of her babies inherited. And that amazingly vibrant red curls that differentiates her babies from her sister's besides the two moonlight haired babes that her wife adored. Her fingertips traced the perfect jawline to the creases that shown when Talia beams that jaw dropping smile. That smile that launches a thousand ships.

"You're awake," Talia voices sleepily as Theo gazes into those enchanting emerald eyes that flutter open, "were you watching me sleep?"

Theo smiles with a blush, "always do," she replies.

Nat grins tightening her arms pulling her wife closer to her, "what a creep," she teases as Theo guffaws before Talia flips her onto her back, "a fucking beautiful one though," she says in awe.

Theodora snickers fondly, "brat," she jests scrunching her nose.

Talia lets out a whimsical laughter, "yes, but I'm your brat," she chuckles.

Theo brushes her cheeks, "yes you are," she expresses kissing her wife's lips sweetly.

Natalia smiles peering up to the bungalow, "come on wife, lets go hold our babies as long as we can," she gestures before Theo nods happily.