Natasha Romanoff One Shots

Family Evening

A/N; Y/E/D/N = Your eldest daughter's name

Y/Y/D/N = Your youngest daughter's name

Mama - Y/N

Mom - Natasha

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Music blasted in the kitchen of the Y/L/N-Romanoff home. Natasha had gone to pick up the kids from school, and you were in your element, dancing and singing to your hearts content as you prepared supper.

"We Found Love" by Rihanna came on in the speakers, and oh, did you love this song. You missed your clubbing days when you screamed this song with your friends absolutely drunk out of your minds.

Your feet lifted up into the air and landed back on the tiled floor. Your hips swayed left to right as you span around whilst singing the song. "As your shadow crosses mine, we found love in a hopeless place." You sang as you stirred the noodles in the pot.

Natasha arrived home with your two daughters, your eldest was 12, and your youngest was 8. The second Nat opened the front door, she could hear you singing. God, did she love listening to you singing. Your daughter's loved when you sang to them too. "What's Mama doing, Mom?" Y/Y/D/N asked, eyes filled with confusion. "She's dancing and singing, obviously, you dummy."  Y/E/D/N sassed. "Behave Y/E/D/N." Natasha warned. "You two go get changed out of your PE gear, okay? Dinner will be soon." With that, the two girls ran off to their rooms, laughing about something.

Natasha leant against the wall and watched you as you swayed your hips and sang. She was mesmerised, so she was.

When you turned around, back facing Natasha, she seized the opportunity to wrap her arms around your waist. You jumped a little, not having realised she was home. "Hi Tashie." You giggled, melting into her arms as you felt her run her hands over your stomach, which was still slightly scarred from when you gave birth to your daughters.

Natasha just sighed in content, resting her head on the back of your shoulder as she hugged you from behind. "The kids here?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering why it was so quiet. "Hmm, I sent them to get changed so I could have a moment with Mommy." With that, you turned around and tried getting her off of you, Nat whined and pouted at you. "No dirty talk with the kids around." You scolded playfully. "The kids aren't even here, they're in their rooms getting changed so me calling you momm-" Natasha got cut off by Y/Y/D/N running into the room being chased by her sister. You raised your eyebrows and gave your wife the "I told you so" glare. Nat just rolled her eyes playfully at you.

"Kids, what did I tell you about running around in the house? Someone could get hurt. Especially with all your toys laying around everywhere all the time. Didn't I tell you to clean them up yesterday?" And back to Mom mode you were in. The kids groaned and started cleaning up.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, going back to cooking. Natasha frowned as she heard your sigh. She knew that sigh all too well.

Nat wrapped her arms around your waist from behind again and drew patterns on your stomach in attemps to soothe you as she watched you stir the pasta. "You okay, baby?" You nodded. "Just tired." You mumbled, grabbing Nat's arms and tightening them around your waist, wanting to feel her skin, something you only do when you're feeling low, tired or sensitive.

"Why don't I finish dinner and you sit down and relax, hm?" Nat suggested, you nodded and pecked her on the lips. "Thank you. I'm gonna check on the kids-" Nat cut you off. "No. You're gonna sit on that sofa and relax. The kids are fine." After a bit more convincing, you gave in and sat down on the sofa, finally getting to read that book you've been wanting to read.

You spent the rest of the evening cuddling with Nat and your daughters on the sofa, watching all the Princess movies your daughters had requested with Nat trying to throw popcorn in Y/E/D/N's mouth. It took a few attempts, but it made you guys laugh a lot at how determined Nat was.

That's how most evenings ended with your little family. And you wouldn't change it for the world.