Bartoned

Chapter 14

Within two weeks you were completely moved out of your apartment and into Clint's. It had worked quite perfectly actually. Clint's place was much bigger than yours but he had much less stuff, so your things just fit in the empty space. It was like it was meant to be.

You took the spare room like planned and despite the fact that Clint could be a bit of a slob, it was working pretty well. It was nice coming home to him at the end of the day and just hanging out together. It was nice that he was there to go through the experience with you. It was nice not being alone.

Clint seemed happy to have you around too. The two of you really did get along well and the fact he didn't have to worry about missing anything to do with the pregnancy made him feel more relaxed and involved. Now you were a full agent and working in the medical team things were better too. The power balance had swung back to being more even again. Yeah, technically as an Avenger he was still the higher ranking one, but what he did day to day only affected you if you were having to patch him up, which granted, was a lot, but he wasn't barking orders at you.

There were a lot of interesting side effects to the pregnancy. The first trimester you'd been lethargic, sick, and achy. The second trimester you'd had this sudden burst of energy. The sickness had gone away. You weren't so big that you felt heavy. Your skin looked great and your hair had gotten thicker. Now you were in the third trimester you were heavy, tired, the baby brain was kicking in, your back and feet ached, sometimes the baby would sit on your sciatic nerve and you'd lose feeling in your left leg, your skin was oily, and your bladder control was getting worse. Oh, and you were horny all the time.

It was frustrating, to say the least, and probably the worst thing about living with Clint was he was so physically affectionate that you'd often go from him rubbing the tension out of your lower back to rushing to your room to use your vibrator. You were very glad that thing was rechargeable or you'd have a real issue with the battery budget.

It was also getting difficult to sleep.

You huffed as you kicked your blankets off. The annoying mix of the sex dream you had just had and the fact it was now difficult to get into a comfortable position for sleep had woken you up sweaty and aching. You lay on your back for a moment before forcing yourself on your side as per the doctor's orders and debated either getting out your vibrator and trying to get that endorphin high from an orgasm to send you back to sleep or get up and take a cool shower. After some minor deliberation, the shower won out.

You groaned as you pulled yourself up and made your way out to the bathroom.

"Can't sleep?"

Clint's voice made you jump. "Clint!" you yelped, spinning around to face him. "You scared the shit out of me."

He chuckled and jumped down off the kitchen bench where he'd been perched. He was just in a pair of thin pajama pants, that left nothing to the imagination, not helping with the issue you were facing at all. "Sorry," he said. "I honestly didn't mean to. You alright?"

You shook your head. "Can't get comfortable and ..." You cut yourself off and shook your head.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Clint asked. "Is it the babies? Something weird with the pregnancy?"

You huffed and scrubbed your hand down your face. The thought that maybe you should just ask him to have sex with you flicked through your mind. He'd said he would before, but that was when you were in the early, cute potbelly stage of pregnancy. You were well on your way out of that now, and if he said no, it would be soul-crushing. "Clint..." you started but you couldn't quite bring yourself to say it.

He came closer to you and put his hands on your arms. "Was it a bad dream? I read those can get super lucid in pregnancy."

"You've been reading up about it?" you asked, looking into his eyes.