Clint looked at Tony and just nodded. “I know it is. I’m sorry.” Bruce shot him a look before going to make the calls he said he was going to. “Wish I knew how this happened, other than the obvious.” His eyes went to his stomach again and he couldn’t help but feel guilty.
Tony took Clint’s hand in his and squeezed gently, “Hey, whatever happens, we’ll work through this.” He murmured, moving in and kissing his husband’s forehead. He didn’t want Clint to worry, too much stress would hurt their baby and he.. He paused at that thought and started to smile. Their baby. He kissed Clint deeply and tugged him in close, cupping his cheek.
Clint gave him a small smile as he stared at his stomach. He wanted to ask Tony how he felt about the whole baby thing but before he could ask, Tony had pulled him in for a deep kiss. Clint made a muffled noise into the kiss before he practically melted against Tony. He didn’t know what warranted the kiss but the last thing he was gonna do was argue.
when they say youre too old for disney
The hop, I can’t. I cackled.
sleeping beauty was sleeping against the doorframe. done.
"You wanna marry me?"
"Oh, there are countless reasons, but that one does have a number." He replied, kissing him again.
Clint grinned into the kiss, nuzzling gently against Dummy.
Dummy happily nuzzled back against him, closing his eyes. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
"I’m lucky to have you, too." Clint smiled widely, rubbing his hand up Dummy’s back.
"What are you doing in the rain, Dums? Get in here, you’ll get sick."
"Oh, come now. You’re the one eating for two right now." He replied, kissing his cheek. "How about we narrow down what you don’t want instead?"
Clint looked at Dummy. “Chinese food works best. We can get a lot of it, too.”
"Alright, lots of Chinese food it is." He replied, wriggling his phone out of his pocket to call in the order.
Clint smiled softly and nuzzled against Dummy. “You’re the best.” He whispered so as not to disturb his call.
Clint sat down next to Jamie and grinned. “Vikings. Granted, they can’t keep a quarterback healthy for more than a game, they have AP. And he’s on fire.”
She looked at Clint with a raised eyebrow and half smile. “They have to keep him in the league first and out of a retirement home.” Jamie took a swig of her beer as she swirled it around. Waiting for her food to get ready.
Clint rolled his eyes. “No, that was Favre and his small stint as a Viking. Thank god he retired, for good.” He took a healthy swig of his beer and looked at the game on the screen.