VALERIA'S POV
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Four more months had passed. My stomach was getting progressively bigger what felt like evrey day. I was gonna be six months along in a few days, Loki couldn't be more excited.

Tony already had one of his larger storage rooms on our floor completely changed from a junk closet to a nursery.

The only down side really was the fact that my stomach often got in the way of a most anything.

Three more months. I couldn't believe how little time I had left. I have to say. I was ready to give birth. Arwen already pisses me off sometimes.

She already dosebt let me get twelve hours of sleep. She kicks as hard as she can sometimes. It's not exactly comfortable.

All the complaining aside. I was happy. And so was everyone else.

Steve, Nat, Tony, and Bruce and I were all sitting around talking and laughing. We were waiting for Loki to get home with dipers.

Some of the foster homes I lived I had babies in then too. And those people hoarded dipers like they were gold. And they get paid to be parents, so, I'm just gonna bit take my chances and do the same thing.

I was in the middle of saying something when Arwen kicked me as hard as she could. I groaned in pain and hunched over a little bit.

Alarm flared in Steve's eyes. "Are you going into labor!?" He asked, already starting to panic. I chuckled. "No. Arwen is kicking my ass from the inside out though." I said. Bruce and everyone else laughed, while Steve just got a relived look on his face.

I laughed at Steve more than anything.

Finally Loki walked in. We were still giggling at Steve, and that giggling only I teasafiyed when we saw the good himself.

He had two boxes of dipers stacked on top of each other, he was balacibg them in one arm, and under the other was another large back if dipers and in the same hand a bag of them.

"Hopefully these will last for a rather long time." Loki said in a strained voice, he was visablly struggling to keep the boxes upright.

I stood up slowly and grabbed the boxes. Loki and I put then into the nursery and walked back to the living room.

"So Loki, ready to be a dad?" Bruce teased. Loki was smiling. "Yes, I am actually." He said. "I mean, I am not looking forward to the sleepless nights, but children are adorable." Loki carried on a little longer than needed and even kinda sounded like a pedophile.

I smiled. Loki was gonna be a great dad.

We sat down to the couch together. I kicked my feet up and cuddled close to Loki, who wrapped his arms around my waist resting his hand on my stomach.

Arwen kicked my stomach right where Loki's hand was. We both jumped slightly, everyone else just laughed at us. "I think she likes Loki better." Bruce teased.

"Oh, Arwen and I will have the best of times."