It's my freaking 3 year anniversary on Wattpad!!

Natasha Romanoff was the best lawyer in all of New York City, she won practically all of the cases she was assigned and would often be sent away on assignment. This week she was heading the sunny state of California to work a murder case, the only problem was her flight was delayed.  

There weren't many people at the airport, but then again no one travels to California at 3 am... well no smart person anyways. She'd made the mistake of allowing her new assistant to book her meeting and he ended up booking a very late, she'd have to yell at him when she gets back.

She pulled out her phone and saw a text message from Maria, one of her best friends. She wasn't even going to question why she happened to be up at this moment. 

Maria
With all this free time you have why don't you go through tinder. 
I set it up for a reason~

Natasha
You are unbearable 

Maria
I'm trying to make sure you don't turn into a sad cat lady

Natasha
Wow you're too thoughtful

Maria
Don't mention it. But seriously, go through tinder, please

Natasha 
And if I don't

Maria
Just do it would ya! 

Natasha laughed silently and closed the messages on her phone. She saw the now downloaded Tinder on her home screen, her thumb hovered over the app, wondering if it was worth it. She knew if she didn't go on the app at least once, Maria would have her head. Besides she was genuinely interested in the outcome.  

She opened the app and saw her account was already set up with all her information. Sometimes it worried her about how much Maria really knew about her. A bunch of men's pictures popped up as someone sat down behind her. She ignored the person and focuses on the phone. 

She swiped left on a bunch of guys who just screamed arrogance and trust found babies before ending up on a blonde blue-eyed man, whose hobbies included drawing, walking his dog, and hanging out with his best friends. Natasha raised an eyebrow at his profile before swiping left. 

"Wow you brutal," Someone behind her said, "Can I ask why you swiped right on him?" Natasha didn't look at the man hoping if she gave short answered he'd leave her alone. 

"He seems too...good, obviously hiding something behind those eyes." 

"Ahh is that so?" He asked. 

"Yeah, guys like him have fake profiles so they can use a girl." She said. "I just don't trust him, besides I wouldn't have anything in common with him," 

"Well, that's a shame. My name is Steve Rogers." Hey, that was just like the....oh. She turned around to look at the man and sure enough it was the man from tinder looking at her with a smile. 

"Oh, I umm... I'm sorry." She said. "I didn't mean anything by it.." 

"no no it's okay, I like the honestly. But I can tell you this, I am not hiding anything. In fact, I wasn't even the one to make the account. My friends were. So if they were anything too generic on that account well you can blame them." he laughed. 

"My friend made mine too," She laughed. "said I needed to find someone and relax," 

"Well, I guess we relate there," He smirked. "See we do have something in common," 

"Perhaps." She smiled. He seemed like an actually genuine person."Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure," He said as Natasha turned her body to face Steve better. 

"Do you actually have a dog?" Steve actually laughed at that.

"Yeah I do," He smiled. "His name is Dodger, and he is probably the best dog anyone could ever meet." 

"Hmm. well if I am being honest with you, you should probably take him off your profile, he will be stealing everyone away from you." 

"Oh yeah he's such a charmer," He smiled. Natasha laughed. "Have you had any luck on this app or do you reject everyone the way you did me," 

"Hey don't get me wrong, you're cute, just most guys as cute as you aren't... looking for what I am looking for I guess I should put it." 

"What are you looking for?" He question. Natasha eyed him carefully before looking down at her hands for a moment, as a way to display she was thinking when she looked back at him her eyes were deep, his eyes never shied away from hers as if he was genuinely interested in what she had to say. 

"I want something serious you know? You see everyone around you getting in a relationship and falling in love that eventually you tend to want that for yourself, of course, I want it. I want someone who cares about me, someone I can come home to instead of the dark apartment, I want something real. But they'd also have to respect my work. I'm at the top of my career right now." 

"Some would say work is why they lack a formal relationship. For me, that is certainly the case." 

"What do you do?" 

"I work as an illustrator. It's a lot because art is such a competitive business." he shrugged. "but it's what I like to do so I put up with it. However, it doesn't leave me much time to find a personal life. That's probably why my friends set me up with this app. So I understand what you mean. I want something, but I can't seem to find it." 

"It seems odd to me, being in a relationship that is, but at the same time, it's what I've always wanted. I just can't seem to find the time. The older I get I tend to become pickier in what I'm looking for." 

"Ahh, so that's why you are brutally swiping innocent men's pictures the way you were," She laughed at his comment. 

"If you believe that those men are innocent I'd hate to see what type of women you've swiped right on. Let me see your phone." 

"Are you serious?" He asked although he was already pulling out his phone. 

"You got to stalk me Rogers, it's only fair I get to do the same to you." 

"I don't even know your name and yet your already giving me nicknames, should I be flattered?" 

"Not even a  little bit," Although her smirk on her face told him otherwise. Steve handed over his phone, which was already opened on the app and her first impression of the first lady was, "fake. Kristen. Seems like a basic girl, to be honest, one who's most likely... older mid-forties I'd have to say. Want to know how I know?" 

"Do enlighten me," 

"Because her face, if you zoom in, you can see the photoshop lines, that background isn't even real, she left the little Getty image on the side, she cropped out most of it but not enough." 

"Wow, you are quite the detective." 

"Lawyer actually, it's my job to prove innocence and that requires looking at a lot of evidence, some of which the other side will try and fake. You have to be careful Steve or you might find yourself in a loveless marriage." 

For the next few minutes, Natasha pointed out how most of the accounts on the app were fake, or inactive. Ones that he should consider. He was finally beginning to understand. 

"Let me try," 

"Okay, but don't swipe right on too many or you're gonna have a lot of issues on your hands," Steve smirked at her advice and swiped left on the first girl before a certain redhead popped up on his phone. 

"Oh yeah, no this girl is definitely not trustworthy," He teased showing her his phone. 

"Fuck you," 

"Hey watch your language," He scolded playfully, Natasha laughed at him. 

"Did you really just say that." 

"maybe I did."

"You're such a grandpa." She laughed. "So what are you going to do," 

"After you so brutally denied me? Hmm, I guess the logical thing to do is swipe left, however, I am hopelessly optimistic." He shrugged and she watched as he swiped right. "By the way, nice name Natasha." 

"You are very bold Steve Rogers," She said emphasizing his name. 

"Trust me I am not normally like this." 

"So I am just special then? I'm flattered," 

"As you should be," He teased. "So where are you heading to?" 

"Califonia, I've been hired by a man who lives down there, Tony Stark. Got himself into some mess, how about you?" 

"Well, believe it or not, I am heading down to Califonia to deal with my insane friend Tony Stark, who's gotten himself into some real trouble." Natasha looked almost shocked but hid it well. 

"See Rogers, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were stalking me." She smiled. "What a real coincidence," 

"I guess our fates align Ms. Romanoff." He gave her a smile that would make most girls swoon. "Would it be weird if I invited you to lunch?" 

"I don't know I've heard your friend can be quiet difficult to handle." 

"I think Tony can manage for an hour or so." He said. "What do you say?" 

"Sure. On one condition. I pick the restaurant." 

"I wouldn't expect any less." 

1 year later

Natasha Romanoff was the best lawyer in all of New York City, and she was also the loving fiance to the great and talented Steve Grant Rogers. They dating for ten months before Natasha proposed to Steve. A very flustered Steve agreed tried saying he was going to propose that next week. He was taking too long in her opinion. 

Nowadays they had their deep conversations in their shared apartment, on their nice couch that was comfortable enough to be a bed. It was a much better alternative to the airport where they'd first met. 

Steve hit it off with Maria instantly, she was pretty taken with his friend Sam Wilson if she was being honest. But she was most excited that Natasha wouldn't be a sad cat lady. Natasha and Steve's adoptive sister, Wanda, got along really well, and when Bucky wasn't flirting with Natasha they got along very well. 

Natasha didn't mind his flirting, mostly because she loved watching Steve get all upset and bothered. Natasha had learned pretty early on that Steve was very protective as he liked to call it. She liked to say Jealous but he thought that word was too 'violent.' 

They had moved very quickly from to strangers in the airport, But their first date really allowed them to connect, and they almost craved each other's presence. He lived in Brooklyn at the time, and she lived in Manhattan, but she quickly found herself in his apartment a lot. Their favorite thing to do was just cuddle on their couch like they were currently doing. 

"Do you think Buck will be upset when he finds out that we didn't actually have plans?" Steve asked as he ran his hand in her hair. 

"What are you talking about? These are plans. Very comfortable and relaxing plans. He should understand." She looked up at his face as he leaned over her. She was seated in his lap, her legs tangling with his, as her head rested on his chest.  "You know, you don't have to tell your boyfriend everything." 

"Bucky is not my boyfriend." He said. "Besides if he was you would so jealous." 

"Please babe, don't act like I'm the jealous one in this relationship." 

"Hmm" he didn't press further, instead of wrapping her closer to his body. "Do you know what to day is?" 

"You've only reminded me like five times Rogers." She smirked. "You have had the pleasure of knowing me for a year now." 

"I can't believe it's only been a year, I feel like I've known you for years." 

"Don't get all cheesy on me now babe, you already have me." 

"I think you have me," Steve laughed. "I mean look you promised to me, you asked me to be your boyfriend." 

"I know you are old fashion but that doesn't mean you have to be slow. Especially cause Bucky was the one who told me you were too nervous to ask."

"Bucky is an asshole," Steve said rolling his eyes. "Can you believe we are getting married? You get to be with me for the rest of your life. Isn't that wonderful." 

"Oh yes, I can't wait to receive calls from you in jail with Bucky." 

"Hey, that happened one time!" 

"Wanda begs to differ." She smirked at him. "I love you, Steve." 

"I love you too." 

2 year later 

Natasha Romanoff was the best lawyer in all of New York City, and the wife of success artist Steve Grant Rogers, and an expecting dog mom. After being married for a year, the couple decided they wanted to expand their little family, so on their first anniversary as a married couple, they started for a child. It was difficult the first month, after hearing from doctors that it wouldn't work but one miracle later they were expecting their baby. 

Natasha was currently in her last month of pregnancy and was having a HORRIBLE day. Steve was gone, at an art exhibit, and she was left with Bucky who had zero skills with pregnant women. 

"James I do not want to go for a walk! I can barely walk to the kitchen." 

"Sorry, you just seem very agitated that I thought you could use the air." 

"I am not agitated! I am tired. I want these babies out of me!" 

"Well you are nearing your last week, hey maybe the baby will come early and it will end." 

"Are you fucking kidding me? I don't want this baby to come out! James do you understand how much that will hurt." 

"But didn't you just say that-"

"You are obviously not listening to me." She rolled her eyes and then continued to eat the ice cream he had brought over for her. "When's Steve coming home?" Bucky watched her carefully as if trying to read her so he doesn't say the wrong thing." 

"In about an hour. Why are you gonna tell him how much I suck?" Bucky laughed at his own joke, but Natasha wasn't laughing.

"Well, that and my water broke ten minutes ago." She took another bite of her ice cream and sitting back down on her couch.

"Oh that -Wait what? Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Because I will not have this baby without Steve." 

"Nat we have to get to the hospital." 

"Either you get Steve on the phone and tell him to get his ass to the hospital or I am not going." 

"If we don't leave now you'll have the baby on the couch." 

"Then if you don't want to deliver a baby, I suggest you call your boyfriend." 

"He's not my boyfriend!" Bucky complained as he took the phone to call Steve. Steve wasn't answering. "That little shit. Look, Natasha, we have to go." 

"No." 

"Nat, look at it this way. If you don't get up and go to the hospital you will have this baby hear on the couch. I know how much you love this couch." 

"I do love this couch. It's perfect." 

"Yes it is, so unless you want to throw out this couch I suggest you go to the hospital. And while I drive us to the hospital you can call your idiot of a husband." Natasha looked at him for a moment. 

"You are very persuasive." She finally said. "Fine. I will go. Not for you. For the couch." 

"Works for me now let's go." 

Making it to the hospital was pure luck considering Natasha's contractions started and she was screaming bloody murder at her husband who finally picked up the phone. Bucky had never heard some angry before. He feared for his life if he didn't make it to the hospital on time. 

Natasha was in labor for almost nine hours, making it 3 am and now their anniversary before Steve came out walking to all his friends and family in the waiting room. His mother, Sarah, anxiously waiting for a chance to meet her grandson. Bucky was firstly invited in, however, mostly because Natasha wanted to thank him for convincing her not to have the baby in her apartment. 

"What's the little guy's name?" 

"James," Steve answered, his voice low. Bucky looked up at him in shock. "Hey don't look at me. It was her idea." 

"What can I say, Barnes, you've grown on me." 

"Just admit it Nat, you love me." 

"In your dream." She laughed lightly, Steve stood next to her gently moving hairs out of her face. 

"Oh, James you and I will be getting into so much trouble. I will teach you everything that I know." 

"Oh no," Steve said. "This was a bad idea." They all shared a laughed and then invited more people to come in and meet James. Steve watches as his mother took to James instantly, and looked at his wife, he was struggling to keep her eyes open. 

"You did great baby," he said pressing a kiss in her hair. 

"Do you realize we will never have an anniversary alone again?" She teased. 

"That's okay. I think this will make it even more interesting." He smiled. "I love you." 

"I love you too." She said as Steve leaned down for a kiss. "Happy anniversary love." 

"Happy anniversary." 

3 years, that's insane. It feels so much longer! I started this the summer of freshman year and now it's my senior year summer ahh! This is crazy. I was 15, and now almost 18! The world has changed so much from where I first began. Anywho I hope you enjoyed this chapter and hopefully more updates very soon! 
XO Sierrea