Bartoned

Chapter 29

"Clint, I found it!" you said, bursting into the apartment. You almost dropped everything with the way you were laden down with stuff. You had your diaper bag slung over one shoulder, two shopping bags in your hand and Nattie sleeping peacefully in the car capsule in your other hand, a pizza box balancing on the top of it.

Clint got up and came over, taking Natasha off you and kissing your cheek.

"You bought me pizza?" he asked as he took the box off her and put it on the kitchen bench.

"It's from Bleecker Street. Figured you'd ice me out if I went to Brooklyn and didn't bring you back pizza," you said.

He looked at you with his head tilted as you dropped the other bags on the coffee table. "What were you doing in Brooklyn?"

"Because I found it!" you repeated.

"What did you find?" he asked.

"The venue," you said

Clint carried Nattie into the bedroom you followed after him as he tried to get her out of the car seat without waking her. "This seat thing is getting so heavy," he said as he lifted her out of it.

"I don't think the seat has changed. It's your daughter that's getting big," you said. "Gonna need to put her in a front-facing chair soon."

He moved her into the crib and patted her tummy as she grumbled and wriggled around. "Oh no, Nattie. Stop growing up. You gotta be my cute little baby forever."

"Aww, come on now," you said, coming over and putting your arm around his waist. "You know you're excited to see her crawl around and hear her say daddy."

He smiled and looked down at her as she started to settle. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed, singing the words like they were a lullaby for Nattie. "What venue?"

You forgot what he was talking about for a second and blinked at him. He chuckled softly. "You came in and said you found it, really excitedly."

"Oh right. For the wedding," you said, shaking your head.

He looked at you with his eyebrows raised. "Yeah?"

"Well," you said. "I was driving around Brooklyn to see if anything stood out to me."

"Strong start," he joked, taking his hands off Nattie and checking to see if she would wake. When she didn't stir he started to back out of the room with you following him.

"And get this," you said. "They have a rooftop..."

He closed the bedroom door and pulled you into his arms. "Up high, loving it already."

"Farm!" you finished.

"Are you futzing serious, right now?" Clint asked, completely lighting up. "A rooftop farm in Brooklyn?"

"Yep! I knew you'd like it," you said.

"And they do weddings?" he asked.

"Well, you gotta get a caterer and decorate, but yes. I got a brochure," you said, pulling away from him and going over to your bags. You pulled out a brochure. "It's called the Brooklyn Grange. And they do Weddings from May to October. If we go toward the end of spring, there will be all these flowers and produce. Or Clint! If we did it in October we could have a Halloween wedding. We could wear costumes! And decorate with pumpkins! Plus it's super casual looking. We can have a cookout. Or a pizza bar. Or both!"

He sat down with you and looked over the brochure. "The views are amazing. This... I can't... this is perfect."

"I'm not done, Barton!" you said, shoving him playfully.