A/N I did some research, but just so you know I don't know much about pregnancy so bare with me :) Ily Maria!

Translations at the bottom!

Just Because You Love Somebody

JULY 13th, 2005
(just over a month into pregnancy)

Natasha and Maria lie on Natasha's bed after a... steamy night. But that's not what really matters now does it? They've got a child they're going to have to take care of in less than a year, curtesy of a bad man and Maria's thoughtful and hopefully fulfilling choices.

"Well," Natasha sighs, rubbing her hand on Maria's stomach. "We're gonna be mamas."

"Yup." The latter replies, popping the p. "Nervous?"

Tasha giggles. "Shit load of it believe it or not." 

"I believe it, Natty." Maria hums. "You've got that sense of big bad but I know the real you."

"You do now?" Natasha says in her 'all-jokes' voice. 

"Uh huh. You want people to care for you and you want to care for others. You're a huge softie!"

"Tell that to Nick Fury." Nat mumbles, suggesting an annoyed emotion, though Maria knows it's just terrible acting. Purposefully of course.

They both continue cuddling into each other, light shining in dark eyes as they memorize every inch of each other. Every inch of the one they want to stay with forever. They were each others guiding source, leading the path with roses so that they could never lose each other.

"Darling, I love you," Maria whispers into the air.

"I love you too." Natasha replies. "But..." here it comes. "Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me?"

"Yes, krasotka, I do."

Tasha's lip curves into a smile as she giggles. She lies on her side, welcoming the Russian nickname she uses for her lover. Maria was bilingual, although her pronunciation wasn't the best in some areas of her second language.

"Roll your r, Ria. Or, semi roll it. Krasotka." she says, pushing her mouth shut as a form of holding back a laugh.

"Krasotka! I did!" 

Natasha rolls her eyes playfully. "Sure." 

"Yes I did, Russian!"

"You're so bad at the language, don't get me started!" 

"At least the kid won't be as bad, with you teaching them the language and everything."

"Yeah, your child will be much better than yourself!"

"Yes, much better! Our child will be better than you too!" Maria suddenly becomes a bit more serious as she puts her hand on top of Natasha's. "Remember that. Our child." 

"Yes, krasotka." Nat responds, emphasizing the "semi" rolled r.

July 20th, 2005
(just over two months into pregnancy)

"Oof! Need to lie down!" Maria mumbles as she trips in the SHIELD common room for level nine and ten agents. Yes, those exist. 

"What is it this time?" Natasha responds, laughing.

"Damn this child." Maria reaches out for the couch, bending down and moving her way to sit down. "Feeling pretty nauseous right now, Nat." 

"Do you need a bucket?" Romanoff asks, trying not to giggle again. Of course she cares about her girlfriend, but seeing her in need of being cared for is something... a little bit funny. Considering she's the deputy director of SHIELD and all. 

"No... I'm good. Just... needa lie down." Maria says, scooting herself onto her back on the couch. She falls asleep not long after.

"Well well well, look who we have here." An obnoxious tone of voice booms throughout the restorative area of leisure. "Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff. What you two fuck buddies doing in the area?" 

"Quiet, Dexter, she's asleep." Nat hisses out at the infamous agent who's feared and followed by most. Nobody likes him, but people do admit he's an astounding field operative. "And she's not my fuck buddy."

David Dexter cackles. "Oh, you two dating now?" 

Yes.

"No." Natasha hums uninterested. She's a twenty year old about to be a mother yet she's still so untrusting. Besides, this guy's such a dick. 

She turns back heading for the kitchen when the guy she's pissing off grabs her arm. Wrong move, buddy.

She twisted her arm fast before punching him square in the nose. In his confused and painful state she swiped his legs and kicked him backwards.

He may or may not have been knocked out.

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Fury sighs, resting his face in his hands. "Agent Romanoff, you cannot keep doing this to our agents." 

"I'm sorry, sir." Natasha responds, stoic of emotion. "It won't happen again."

"That's what you said last time." Director Fury responds, slight annoyance evident in his voice.

"With all do respect, sir, last time that man tried to grope my ass."

"I understand that, but here we don't result in physical violence. We leave that for sparring and field work."

"What if the agent started it? Then what?" Natasha says, Russian accent fading in and out of her words.

"Are you proposing that Agent Dexter started the fight?"

"He grabbed my arm and wouldn't allow me to leave."

Fury exhales sharply. "Agent Romanoff, that is not an act of aggression." 

"It is, sir, if I do not consent to being touched."

"He has a concussion, Natasha!" Fury retaliates, raising his voice.

Natasha flinches back in her seat, shutting her eyes tight like blinds. "Ya podchinyayus'." 

"Natasha..." Fury responds. "We don't do that here."

"Ya gotov k nakazaniyu."

"Natasha, we don't do that here. I'm sorry."

"Ya podchinyayus'. Ya gotov k nakazaniyu. Ya podchinyayus'. Ya gotov k nakazaniyu. Ya podchinyayus'. Ya gotov k nakazaniyu."

"Natasha stop. Natasha..." He snaps in her face but it does nothing, it's like she isn't there. 

"Ya podchinyayus'. Ya gotov k nakazaniyu. Ya podchinyayus'. Ya gotov k nakazaniyu."

"Agent Romanoff!" After another shout doesn't work, he puts his arms on her shoulders and shakes her. Although out of her subconscious state she freaks. Twisting his arm and bringing out her gun. Fury doesn't seem phased. "It's me, Natasha." He puts his hands up. "You're okay. You're safe."

She stands up, pushing her chair back. "Sorry for punching Dexter, Director. And for this, but if you'll excuse me I'll be on my way."

August 5th, 2005
(three months along into pregnancy)

"What happens when we have our kid, Nat?" Maria exhales. "We can't hide our relationship forever."

"I don't know yet." Natasha rubs her hand over Maria's stomach likes she does every night. She pushes herself in a kneeling position as her girlfriend continues laying on her bed. "When your bump starts showing people are going to ask who knocked you up. And at some point you're going to have to take leave because of pregnancy. Maria... at some point you're going to have to tell Fury what happened."

"I..." Hill's shaky breath fills the autumn air. "Yeah... but not right now. When the time comes we'll tell him about us, and you're coming with me."

"What? No. After the incident with him I've been avoiding him like the plague!"

"Natasha..."

"No."

"Nat..."

"No! If I get anywhere close to him he's gonna kick me out!" In truth, that's her anxiety talking. Maria knows that, Natasha doesn't.

"Natty, please!"

When Ria stares at her lover with puppy eyes, Nat can't look away. "Fine. But only because you're so goddamn annoying."

"You know it!"

"Okay, now that that's unwillingly settled, you wanna talk about all that some other time and cuddle tonight?"

"Yep, that would be much appreciated. And let's think about baby names!"

Natasha brings herself back down, curling herself inwards to face Maria. "Oh god, Ria. I feel like we're gonna have opposite taste in children names."

"Well, let's start with boy names."

Natasha sighs, realizing Maria is giving way for her to suggest an idea. "Um, alright. Lev?" She's not really opposed or for the first name that popped into her red head but she can already sense the dread in Maria.

"Darling, that's a terrible name." Natasha opens her mouth to object when Maria starts spewing names. "What about Leo? Thomas? Liel? Ethan? Sebastian? He could go by Sebby! What about Daniel? Noah?"

"Baby, Detka, let's take a breather. Think about them tonight, you can even write a list. But the Sandman's calling me so I'm going to go to sleep. Is it okay if I stay here tonight?"

"You're telling me to shut up and then asking if you can sleep here?" Maria quietly laughs.

"Mhm. G'night Ria."

"It's hard to hate you isn't it?"

September 9th, 2005
TW: mentions of rape
(four months)

"I thought pregnancy symptoms were supposed to subside by now!" Maria grumbles to herself as she walks with Natasha to Nick Fury's office. Today's the day.

"Do I have to come, Ria?" Natasha hisses.

Maria sighs. "No, but it'd mean a lot to me." She knows what she's doing.

"Don't do that! I don't wanna see that man! I got caught in a flashback and held him at gunpoint!"

"You're such a softy. If he wanted to fire you he would have." 

"True, or!" Natasha starts working herself up. "He's torturing me! Making me stressed out for the inevitable." 

"Shut up. That is not how that man rolls."

"Says the daughter figure." Nat mumbles.

"Natasha, I will make you knock."

"No! Please don't!"

Maria grabs her girlfriend's arm uses Natasha's hand to, you guessed it, knock. When they hear a shout telling them to come in, she lets go of Tasha's wrist but holds her hand behind their backs.

Director Fury looks at them both, eyeing their postures and faces. He can read Maria more easily than he can Natasha, but by the way they were standing so close to each other, his hunches came true. "If this is the meeting for you to tell me you two are together I already know."

"Goddamn," Maria grumbles under her breath. 

Nat rolls her eyes. "Zasranets."

"Ha! Take a seat fellas, let's talk about the rules."

As Natasha and Maria make themselves comfortable, Maria sighs uncomfortably. "That's... only part of what we came here to discuss, Director."

"Oh yeah, like what?" His eyes move from Maria to Natasha over and over, Nat's eyes boring into Fury's. Though to many it would look like she was present, she wasn't. Her eyes were slightly foggy, too distant to be in the moment. Maria squeezes Nat's hand three times, their means of a silent 'I love you' or 'I'm here. I'm real.'

"Fury, I'm pregnant. And I'm keeping the child."

Damn, way to drop the bomb, Hill.

Fury looks straight at Maria, unmoving. He's looking everywhere for a lie, for a joke, for any trace of falsity in that statement. But the way Maria said and expressed her secret seems to be true.

He says nothing for a while, and Nat looks down. It all clocks in his head.

"Who's the bastard who did this to you, Maria? Have you gotten an ultrasound? Tell me that man's behind bars."

"The rape kit came back uncertain, sir. And I was intoxicated when it happened so I have no recall of the man's features. But yes, I have gotten my first ultrasound about a month ago and the baby's healthy. Due February 15th."

It was Natasha's turn to squeeze her girlfriend's hand. Maria squeezed back.

Fury pinches the bridge of his nose in worry. "You're telling me all this started four months ago?"

"Yessir." Maria responds, starting to hold on tighter to Nat. "I'm not planning on resigning from SHIELD, I just may need a temporary leave. Agent Romanoff and I are in development of a plan on how we'll work while caring for a kid. We're hoping you'll be supportive of our decision."

"You mean your decision, Commander." He tries to correct.

"Agent Romanoff and I are a team, Director." Maria challenges. "I chose to keep the baby, but we decided to stick together."

Fury looks, again, at the couple laying before him. "Natasha Romanoff has been with you this entire time?"

"Yessir."

"How long have you been together?" He directs his question towards Agent Romanoff. "Natasha?"

"Going on a year this December, Sir." She responds quickly and without a hint of fear in her voice.

"Well, what do you say, Director? We thought we'd tell you before the bump starts showing. And we hope you support us in our decision to date, and our decision to have and raise this child in SHIELD."

"I might decide to make them an agent." Fury replies, testing the pair.

"We're counting on it, Fury. But if they do decide they don't like this line of work, you respect that. Got it?"

He smirks. "Yes, ma'am."

OCTOBER 17th, 2005
(just over five months)

"Sooooo, this is it! We're finding out the gender of our baby!" Maria squeals happily in the city hospital. 

"Let's hope for a girl, Commander," Nat smiles back. "Because we're definitely not naming our kid Baker."

"Come on, Nat! It's so cute!"

"If you're the quarterback of an American football team, sure." She retaliates.

Their conversation comes to a close as the nurse walks in. "Alright, Ms Hill!" 

Though the girlfriends wouldn't admit it to each other, the lady who just walked through the door was gorgeous. She had nice dark skin and plump lips. She didn't have a traditional magazine look to her, but she did have a nice ass and boobs. I think you're starting to get the picture, and this is unneeded information so let's just move on with this. 

"I've got the gender right here, you're having a-"

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A/N I mean... you already know cause of the title but why not give y'all a little suspense?

Translations!

krasotka is a Russian word of endearment.
Meaning: gorgeous

Ya podchinyayus' [Russian]
meaning: I comply

Ya gotov k nakazaniyu [Russian]
meaning: I'm ready for punishment

Zasranets [Russian]
meaning: asshole