Requested by ROMANOFFWARRIOR, Natasha gives birth.

"I hate you right about now," Natasha mumbled to Steve, shifting uncomfortably in their bed as their baby kicked at her ribs like they were punching bags. 

Steve chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a light kiss to her forehead and smiling softly when he felt the kicks against his hands, "I'm sorry...anything I can do to help you? To make you more comfortable?"

Natasha rolled her eyes, "Yeah, you can get them out of me. Apparently he sleeps about as much as his parents do and I'm exhausted."

Steve grinned, "He?" 

Natasha shrugged, "I've got a hunch."

"Well, I think it's a girl," Steve argued, mainly just to try and distract Natasha from her discomfort but also because he could easily imagine having a little girl who looked just like Natasha running around their cabin. 

Natasha shook her head, "Wanna bet?" 

Steve shook his head, "We can't bet on our unborn child Nat." 

"Why not? We don't have to bet money...winner gets to pick the first name," Natasha said with a small smile. 

Steve sighed, "Alright fine."

Natasha smiled in satisfaction before wincing in pain, "Fuck."

Steve frowned, "Strong kick?" 

Natasha shook her head, closing her eyes tightly, "No. It's a contraction."

Steve's eyes widened, "What?" 

"Relax. That was just the first one, we don't need to go to the medical ward until they are seven minutes apart. Plus, it's not like we're far." 

Steve frowned, "You sure?" 

Natasha nodded, "I'm not going to be getting any sleep tonight though. Wanna watch a movie?" 

"Nat, are you sure we shouldn't just go to the medical ward now?"

She nodded, "Yes, Dr. Cho said it herself and if you really think I'm going to spend more time then necessary in that hell hole then I'm divorcing you." 

Steve couldn't help but chuckle, "Alright fine. Your water hasn't broken yet though, right?" 

Natasha shook her head, "Relax Steve. Just watch a movie with me while we wait." 

He nodded and wrapped his arms around Natasha, loving how small she was in his arms despite being nine months pregnant, "What movie?" 

Natasha scrolled through the movies, "Finding Nemo." 

Steve chuckled softly, pressing a light kiss to his wife's head, "Fine by me." 

She turned the movie on and shifted, despite knowing that there was no way she was going to find a comfortable position.

"You still alright?" Steve asked, not even five minutes later.

Natasha frowned, "Yes. And if you are going to ask me that every three minutes then I'm going to have to kick you out until I'm ready to go."

Steve smiled sheepishly,  "Sorry. I'm just nervous. And excited."

"That's cause you aren't the one doing all the heavy lifting," Natasha teased. 

"You know I'd take that burden from you in a second if I could," Steve teased back, although fully meaning it. 

Natasha couldn't help but smile softly, she knew that he wasn't just saying that because it wasn't possible and it would make him look good, but because he genuinely meant it. 

He'd do just about anything to take pain away from Natasha and he had proven that countless times before when he had thought it clever to jump in front of a bullet for her. 

"I know," She simply answered, leaning into Steve's shoulder as one of his hands rested on her stomach.

His hand snuck under the shirt that she was wearing and his fingers drew small shapes over the bare skin of her bump, making her smile grow even wider as the baby kicked in response. 

"Looks like he likes your artwork almost as much as I do," Natasha whispered, letting her head fall to rest on his as he smiled at her. 

They sat quietly for a few more minutes before another contraction hit Natasha and she sat up in pain again, "Fuck, that was only twelve minutes apart." 

Steve frowned, "Do we need to go now?" 

She shook her head, "No, we just don't have as much time as I thought. Looks like they're as impatient as the two of us." 

Natasha stood from the bed and walked...well, more like waddled, to the kitchen. Steve followed behind her with a concerned frown, "What are you doing?" 

"Walking around is supposed to help." 

Steve raised an eyebrow, "Help what?" 

"I don't know, I just remember it helps," Natasha said, pacing back and forth in their living room. 

Steve walked towards the record player and put on an old album, "Does dancing help? Might be a little more entertaining then just pacing back and forth."

Natasha couldn't help but smile, "It certainly won't hurt."

Steve took Natasha's hand in his and twirled her around carefully, earning a small laugh from her. He began swaying slowly to the music with her and smiled down at Natasha. In his opinion, she had never looked so perfect. 

"You're beautiful," Steve whispered, still slowly swaying to the music. 

Natasha looked up with a slight scoff, "Steve I'm nine months pregnant, I have no makeup on, and my hair is a mess."

Steve just smiled, "Like I said, you're beautiful. You'll always be beautiful Nat."

She sighed, once again having to fight the urge to smile, "You trying to play all the right cards so I scream at you less during delivery?" 

Steve laughed, "No, I know you'll do that no matter what."

Natasha grinned, "Damn right I will."

Another contraction hit and Natasha gave Steve's hand a light squeeze as she waited for it to pass. 

"You alright?" Steve asked once she breathed out a sigh. 

Natasha nodded, "I thought we agreed you'd stop asking me that." 

Steve blushed, "Sorry. Force of habit."

She rolled her eyes but pulled him down for a short kiss, "I'm probably going to put you through hell during this delivery so this is my warning and apology."

"I'm sure I'll deserve every word," Steve countered, kissing her forehead before kneeling down to press another kiss to her clothed stomach, "And it'll all be worth it once we meet this little lady."

"Guy," Natasha countered, still sure in her belief that they were having a boy.

Steve rolled his eyes, "We'll see. Maybe we should just say them or they until we know for sure." 

"Maybe we should just call it parasite...or maybe freeloader. That's gender neutral, right?" 

Steve frowned, "Our baby isn't a parasite Nat."

She shrugged, "Maybe not, but they are being a little fucker right now. Maybe we can call it that." 

"Language," Steve scolded lightly.

Natasha sighed, "If you tell me language during all this again, I might actually break your hand." 

Steve laughed, holding up his hands in surrender, "Understood. I'll keep my talking to a minimum." 

Natasha was going to respond but another contraction hit and she cursed instead, "Fucking hell."

Steve winced, both at her obvious pain and her foul language.

The contraction passed and Natasha sighed, "What was that? Ten minutes apart?" 

Steve nodded, "Should we get ready to go?" 

Natasha sighed, "Yeah, but I'm not leaving until they are seven minutes apart." 

Steve agreed and helped Natasha get into something other then just an over-sized shirt before changing himself into more presentable clothing. 

Another contraction hit and Natasha groaned, "Nine minutes? What the hell is this bullshit?" 

Steve frowned, "Maybe we should go now, your contractions seem to be coming a lot faster then most peoples."

Natasha was about to argue but ultimately decided that nine minutes was long enough to wait. By the time they would get down there, it would probably be at eight minutes, and that was close enough. 

"Alright. Can you call Clint for me?" 

Steve nodded and let Natasha gather her things while he called the Bartons. 

"They're on the way. He said they'll be here in thirty minutes."

Natasha nodded, leaning into Steve as he tried to help her down the the medical ward. 

"Steve?" Natasha asked quietly as they got into the elevator.

He looked down at her, his way of telling her to go on.

"Are we ready for this?" She asked, finally letting her fears surface. 

Steve took Natasha's hand, "I think we're as ready as anyone can be."

Natasha still didn't seem convinced, "You think we'll be good parents?" 

Steve frowned, she had asked that question at least twenty times during the course of her pregnancy and despite his strong belief that Natasha would make a wonderful mother, she still doubted herself, "I do. I think you'll be the best mom a kid could ask for and hopefully, I'll at least be a close second to you. I already know you'll be the favorite parent."

Natasha disagreed, but she didn't argue. They arrived at the medical ward and another contraction hit, this one only seven minutes after the last. 

Dr. Cho arrived shortly after and told Natasha that now they were just waiting for her to be dilated enough to start the process. 

The contractions became more frequent and more painful as Natasha waited and she was already tired. 

"How is it that I've been shot, stabbed, tortured, and yet this is somehow worse." 

Steve frowned, "Anything I can do?" 

Natasha glared at him, "Can you take the baby out of me?" 

Steve shook his head sheepishly, "No." 

"Then no," Natasha said, gritting her teeth as she felt another strong contraction. 

Steve held her hand despite how tightly she was squeezing it and tried to whisper reassuring words in her ear, only for her to quickly shut him up with another glare. 

Eventually, it was time for Natasha to start pushing.

"That's it Natasha, you're doing great. I can already see the head," Dr. Cho praised. 

Steve held Natasha's hand, his heart beating rapidly as he awaited the birth of their child. 

"Fuck you Rogers!" Natasha yelled, squeezing his hand so tightly that he wondered if she would break any fingers. 

Steve was tempted to tell her that that was exactly how they got in their situation but decided against it...knowing that if he did, she might purposely break his fingers. 

"One more push Natasha," Dr. Cho muttered. 

"Fuck!" Natasha cursed, doing as she said. 

Suddenly, the room was filled with cries of a newborn rather then Natasha's vulgar curses. 

"Congratulations you two, you've got a beautiful little boy." 

Steve stared in awe at his son and looked down at Natasha with a wide grin on his face as Dr. Cho handed the baby to her. 

"He looks just like you Nat," Steve muttered, noticing the wispy red hair on his head and the small nose that he had undoubtedly inherited from his mother.

Natasha smiled, "He's got your eyes though." 

Steve nodded, pressing a kiss to Natasha's forehead, "You won our bet...what's his name?" 

Natasha looked at the little boy before looking up at Steve again, "How about James?" 

His jaw dropped slightly, "Really?" 

Natasha nodded, "I figure it's only fitting. We might not have ever gotten together if Bucky hadn't tried to kill us. Do you like it?" 

Steve nodded, "I love it." 

"How bout a middle name?" She asked quietly, stroking James' cheek softly as he began to whimper. 

Steve smiled, noticing how James calmed almost instantly as Natasha comforted him, "How about Clinton?" 

Natasha nodded with a wide smile, "James Clinton Rogers." 

"Perfect," Steve mumbled. 

"I love you," Natasha whispered, looking up at Steve with teary eyes.

Steve smiled, "I love you too Nat."

"You wanna hold him?" Natasha offered, though reluctant to let go.

Steve nodded, gently taking him into his arms and bouncing him lightly, "Hey there James." 

James simply stared up at his father and it was all Natasha could do to not cry utter tears of joy at the sight of her newborn son and her husband...two things she never thought she'd have. 

Their tender moment was ruined quickly when the excited yelling of Clint Barton neared the doorway. 

"So what is it? Baby Clint or baby Clintana?" Clint asked, appearing in the doorway with a wide grin.

Normally, Natasha would have rolled her eyes and probably insulted Clint but today, she was too damn happy to do anything but smile. 

Hey guys. Sorry for the few day wait, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm sure some of the facts about birth are not accurate but my intent was just to entertain so I didn't bother doing too much research. If you did enjoy, please comment and vote!

Like always, I hope you all are safe and healthy!