Bartoned

Chapter 26

The six weeks that fell between baby Natasha's first vaccination and Steve and Bucky's wedding were hectic, but due to a severe lack of sleep, they seemed to pass in a bit of a haze.

Much to both yours and Clint's delight, Nattie had started smiling and laughing. Clint couldn't get enough of trying to make his little girl laugh. There was such a look of pure joy on his face when he heard that baby giggle, it was like nothing you'd seen before. There were none of his self-doubts in that look. None of his trauma. Just pure, innocent, happiness.

The other thing that Natasha had started to do was wriggle on the floor like she was trying to crawl sometimes. It was the cutest thing hearing her little grunts, as she smiled and her arms and legs flailed around wildly.

There had been another dress fittings with Kari and you'd started planning her bachelorette party. You'd booked a place in the Hamptons for a weekend and planned on doing a range of things from horseback riding to getting drunk on the beach.

You'd also been trying to figure out what you wanted for your own wedding. It was difficult because the two of you kept bouncing between these three concepts. Something that was more of a party than a wedding, something casual almost like a cookout, and something up high with a view. You just couldn't figure out how to make those three things work.

You'd also gone to see some more houses, but that balance between money and distance was still sticking with you. It was not a good use of his money to throw it all into one house, but the three of you needed to move somewhere or decide it wasn't going to happen because currently your room was just boxes of unpacked baby things and Clint's was where the three of you were sleeping. Clint had gone to speak to Tony, and Tony had hooked him up with both a lawyer to write up a prenup and an accountant to help him manage his money.

There had also been a bachelor party for both Bucky and Steve. Bucky's had been low-key. They'd gone to a cigar and bourbon bar and Clint had come home handsy and stinking of cigar smoke. Steve's had been planned by Tony though, and all the men had been flown out to Vegas via private jet. Clint had texted you throughout the night telling you all the things that they'd made Steve do. He video-called at seven to talk to you and baby Natasha. He read a book to her while people in the background yelled at him about how he was whipped.

At one, you woke up to feed her and there was a text from Clint asking you to call him back as soon as you saw it. You went and changed your daughter and called him, half-asleep while you fed her. He'd said a couple had asked him to join them in the bedroom and if that was okay with you. You'd told him as long as he was safe and gone back to bed.

When he'd come back the next day he'd told you all about it. Initially, it was just a quick reassurance he had been safe and that he was still here with you. When you'd asked him how it happened and what he'd ended up doing, the little run down was quite the turn-on. You'd ended up having sex on the floor while he told you in fine detail exactly what he did with the couple he met in Vegas while Natasha napped in the bedroom, breaking the first rule of Vegas while you came three times.

On the day of the wedding, you wore a lavender cocktail dress with the idea you'd match Clint's tie. You dressed Nattie in a cute white dress with lavender flowers around the hem and packed the baby bag and stroller with extra clothes. You had the feeling that bringing her along might end up with you needing to leave early, but the only people you'd ever gotten to babysit were invited and that was usually just for an hour or two.

Clint was wearing a suit in black with a lavender tie. It was the first time you'd seen him in a suit, and it was weird. It wasn't a great fit and he seemed so uncomfortable in it. You came over to him and straightened his tie, while Nattie reached over and smacked him in the face. "Why do you look like you're about to stand trial for public urination?" you asked.