Natasha and her baby

Sick

I immediately relaxed into her and released a soft sigh against her neck. The next thing I know, i feel her hands traveling to my bum and unbuttoning my romper. I lift my head from the crook of her neck when I feel her hand slipping into my romper and starting to softly scratch my back. She pulls a pacifier from her back pocket and presses it against my mouth. I can barely think straight in the pure bliss I'm feeling. The soft blanket around my legs, her soft but calloused hand softly scratching my back and the pacifier I'm suckling on in my mouth. Natasha gently presses my head into her shoulder. "Ssshh baby, relax"

I hear Tasha rustling some more and hear her turning on the TV, putting on some baby show with classical soft music. I can't really focus on the TV right now and softly grab the neck of her sweatshirt and snuggle further into her neck.

"You're okay babe, relax"

And I did just that.

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When I wake up I immediately feel that something is wrong. My nose is stuffed, there is a soft ache pressing against my eyes and my throat hurts. I softly squirm in Natasha's arms and her arms tighten around me. "Go back to sleep baby, everything is fine" Natasha whispers and she softly starts to scratch my back again. I move again and lift my head up from the crook of Natasha's neck. I blearily look up and see that we're still in the living room, Yelena is passed out cold next to us on the sofa. The TV is softly playing and all the lights are dimmed in the appartement. It was already dark outside and you could see all the lights of New York City. Natasha pulls the pacifier out of my mouth, I honestly completely forgot about the item. My cheeks turn red and suddenly become aware of where I am, on Natasha's lap, in a half open romper. I sit up quickly and scramble off of Natasha's lap, but Natasha was quicker and keeps me on her lap with her hands.

"Baby are you alright?" She softly whispers

I only whine in return, not feeling well. I just want to get out of here and get treated like a sixteen year old. I try to get off her lap again, but Natasha only holds me tighter and stand up herself, still with me in her arms.

"Let's get some food into you, start your bedtime routine and get you into bed okay? It's already 7:30 babe" And struts into the kitchen.

I try to wiggle out of her arms, I just want to sleep and sleep this yucky feeling off.

"Babe, don't do that. You know it won't get you anywhere" 

Natasha softly sets my down into the highchair and walks to the fridge to get some food

"Malysh, what do u want to eat? We have some leftover tomato soup and dumplings? I know a bit of a weird combo, but that's Lena for you" she softly giggles

"No thank you, Natasha. I'm not hungry" I softly say to her, still trying to be polite

"Baby we've been here before, you need to eat something"

"No i don't want to" I say with a bit of a bite behind my words. I don't feel good, I just want to sleep.

"Ma'am watch your tone please. You are going to eat something. I don't care if its a few blueberries or a whole McDonalds menu, but you gotta eat babe"

"No!" Tears spring into my eyes, why doesn't she just understand? I don't want to eat. 

"A bottle it is" Natasha sighs and sets up the preparations for making a bottle.

I kick my feet and quickly regret it, a searing pain shoots trough my head I let out a soft whine

"Whats up with you babe, why are you so fussy?" Natasha says when she lifts me out of the highchair and on her hip