"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..."
Clint babbling the long string of curse words seemed to drown out any rational thought you had. You were still just perched in his lap, his cock buried inside you.
"Clint! Shut up! I need to think," you snapped, finally breaking out of your trance and climbing off his lap.
For what it was worth, he shut up immediately. You didn't think it would last so you needed to get your thoughts together quickly. You hadn't experienced contractions yet, so you weren't in labor. You needed to call the hospital and tell them about your water breaking. They'd tell you to come in. They'd want to monitor you and the baby, but they would make sure you knew you could take your time.
"It's early. It's early, isn't it? They said two weeks," Clint babbled as he stared down at his soaked lap.
"It's alright. We're in the full-term zone, Clint," you assured him. "Go have a shower. I'll call the hospital."
"Are you in pain? I'm supposed to do stuff, aren't I? You need to breathe," he said, getting up and coming over to you without even doing up his pants.
"I am breathing. Go shower," you said, pointing at the bathroom.
He stood staring at you for a moment before his brain kicked into gear and he went to the bathroom. You called the hospital and it went exactly as you expected. Come in, no rush. They even told you to take a shower first. You debated calling Kari before you did, but you were covered in amniotic fluid and it was still dripping from you. She could wait until after the shower.
You went into the bathroom as Clint was getting out of the shower. "Are you okay? Do we have to go?"
"It's fine. I'm not in labor. We can take our time and go in. Can you make sure the bag is packed and maybe try cleaning the living room up?" you asked as you removed the last of your clothes.
"But... but..." he gestured to you in general.
You laughed weakly and rested your forehead on his shoulder and he rubbed your back hesitantly. "My water broke. That's it. Which means things are starting, but we're in the ads at the start of the movie phase. Not even the trailers. Just those dumb ads where they tell you to go to the lobby and buy popcorn. We have loads of time. I'm gonna shower now. Then I'll get dressed and we can call Kari and Nat before I go."
"Oh," Clint said and nuzzled at your cheek. "Did I do that?"
You shrugged. "The sex might have been the needle on the camel's back, but if it was that close to happening, it probably would have happened if I ate a curry too."
He let out a breath. "Okay, good." He raised his head and looked at you. "She's coming."
You smiled. "She sure is. Now, let me have my shower. I'm still leaking amniotic fluid."
"Gross, yeah okay," he said. "I'll go clean up and pack."
He left you alone and you hopped into the shower. You stood under the hot water for a while before starting to wash. You were letting the conditioner sit when the first contraction started. It wasn't strong, but it was definitely what it was. A dull throb through your sides and to your back. You groaned and moved so the hot water was drumming down on your back, letting it soothe you through it. When it passed you rinsed out your hair, got out, and dressed in something comfortable, putting in a maternity pad.
"They've started," you said, coming out to find Clint cleaning up.
"They have? Are you okay?" he asked, looking quite alarmed.
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Bartoned
Fanfiction~18+ ONLY!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! ~ Clint's name has become synonymous with fucking things up. When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.