Hello my lovely readers! I'm so happy! I finally got a request from the wonderful CurlsCurvesCuriosity ! This is my first time writing for Clint, so I'm sorry if he's too OOC! I loved writing this and I hope y'all love it too!
Also, I'm so sorry this is late!
All the loves and fluffs,
-Red
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Clint sat on the bed next to you with an agape mouth and a panicked mind.

"Wha-what?" He whispered out as shock settled into his features.

"Clint, I'm...I'm pregnant." You repeated once more. You were scared...no. Terrified. What would happen now? You and Clint had only been together around a year, and you weren't even married! It just...happened.

Clint backed out of his daze and turned to you, taking a deep breath. Dear Lord. How to answer this? How to react?

"Okay. You're pregnant. I'm gonna be a dad. That's gotta sink in. What do you want to do?" He asked, praying you said you wanted to keep the baby. The small baby wasn't planned, but he was happy about it. Whether or not his face showed it.

"I want to keep the baby if that's what you're asking." You answer, and by his sigh, you're sure he's relieved.

"That's good. So do I. This may not have been exactly planned, but I'm happy it happened. Especially with you." The archer responds while taking you in his arms and planting a kiss on your head.

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The world was spinning and all you could see was the toilet bowl in front of you, and Clint out of the corner of your eye. It had been a few weeks and the baby was angry at you.

Clint held back your (Y/H/C) hair and let you empty your stomach into the toilet. As much as he loved you and the baby, who you had started calling peanut, he hated seeing you so sick. He knew it was part of the job description, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

You leaned back and sighed for a moment and Clint let your hair loose.

"Are you alright?" Clint asked, looking you over to make sure nothing was too bad or out of place.

You gathered in a breath and gave your answer.

"Yeah. I should be fine now." You looked down to your stomach, "Why ya gotta do this to me Peanut?"

Clint chuckled at you and wrapped you up in his arms. You lay there and notice how he puts his hands on your stomach. It's a sweet gesture, and it makes you feel a bit better.

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It was a couple months later. The baby was beginning to show. You had told everyone once you found out so there weren't any questions asked. Thankfully no one had shunned you for it and they were all excited for the little baby.

As of right now, you were sitting in your room, with your back to the door, singing a small lullaby. It was one you learned years ago when your mother sang it to you.

As you sang, Clint walked in from a mission he had been on for the past three weeks. He wasn't supposed to go on any missions while you were pregnant, but this on called for him especially, so he went begrudgingly.

When he saw you sitting there on the bed, singing to your unborn baby, his heart melted. It was still so unreal to him that he was going to be a father, but now it seemed to sink in a bit.

He softly walked over to you and took a seat beside you, startling you. You jumped a little and stopped singing.

"Don't stop on my account dear." Clint softly spoke as he rubbed your shoulder.

You continued to sing to your family as Clint leaned his head on your shoulder, listening to the sweet voice.

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It was the baby shower!

You were sat in a comfy chair as presents were piled at a nearby table.

Clint was standing behind you, rubbing your shoulders as you waited for the rest of the Avengers to arrive.

When all had arrived you played a few baby shower games (curtesy of Nat), and ate a cake that was seemingly made for a small village.

Once everyone was stuffed with food, you relaxed for a moment before opening the presents that had been sitting there the entire time.

Clint took down names of who gave what as you opened every present.

Nat hand knotted your baby a pink kitten outfit, complete with booties and little mittens. There was even a small tail knitted to the butt of the outfit. It was the most adorable thing ever.

Tony, being the engineer he is, made your little baby a stroller/car seat. You were eternally grateful for his explanation of how it worded and the possibly millions of precautions and additions that would keep the baby safe no matter what.

Steve gave you and Clint a thousand different baby outfits, claiming he couldn't decide on any two or three, and he gave you a painting he had made of the two of you, framed and everything.

Thor had gotten you the most beautiful crib you had ever seen. It was of Asgardian make; the white wood and golden, vine-like engravings making a perfect place for the baby so sleep. He also brought golden, silk sheets for the crib.

Wanda and Vision had worked together on a present, making a lamb themed pillow, with a matching stuffed lamb. You had awwed for the better part of a minute when you saw the twin items.

Bucky had given you a Glider rocking chair so you could rock with your baby and just cuddle up with her whenever you could. You had been wanting one of these chairs since you were a child. They were what your mother rocked you to sleep in when you were a baby, so you were beyond excited to see that Bucky had gotten you one.

Rhodey had to get some help with his gift, but with some tutoring, he had managed to make a small quilt for your baby girl. It had light pink, white, and light yellow patches and it was outlined with white lace. It was actually amazing and you had to congratulate Rhodey on his hidden talent.

Loki had even gotten you two a gift. He was one of your better friends on the team, so it wasn't that big of a surprise, but to a choice few, it was kinda unexpected. Loki had gotten your baby a leather bound book, full of Asgardian fairy tails and bedtime stories. He said that the stories in this book were some of the ones Frigga used to read to him when he was small. It meant a bunch to you, so much in fact that you actually got up and hugged the trickster.

Once all present were opened and admired, you all relaxed and talked around a bit before letting everyone head home.

Thankfully the shower had been at your home so you didn't have to haul all the presents home.

That night you and Clint set up your nursery and planned out where all the thing were going to go.

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It was baby time. You were terrified.

Clint rushed you to the hospital and they got you into a room as quickly as possible. Clint stayed in the room with you, holding your hand through it all. Well, it was more you crushing his hand into oblivion because, well, childbirth, but the gesture was greatly appreciated.

It hurt like hell, but two and a half hours later, you were holding little Katherine Rose Barton in your arms.

The nurses left for a bit after they had cleaned Kathrine and weighed her. She was six pounds, eleven ounces and 18 inches long.

"She's beautiful." Was all Clint could say before tears of joy went free-falling down his face. "You're amazing."

Clint then took Katherine from your arms and kissed you lovingly and gently.

"Thank you darling." You respond with a warm and happy smile after the kiss was broken.

Baby Katherine make a small cooing noise that made the both of you giggles bit when she was moved to her fathers arms.

"Heya Katie." Clint gently greeted the small girl in his arms. In return she shifted a bit in her swaddled blanket and fell asleep there in her dads arms.

"I think she's tired." You said as you watched her small eyes close.

"I think you're tired. You take a nap. I've got her."

"You sure?" You ask before you lay down for a nap.

"I'm sure. Just relax. You need it baby." Clint insisted. He smiled as you lay your bed down to take a small nap before you had to feed your little girl.

Once you and Katherine were asleep, Clint looked to the two of you with fond and loving eyes.

"I love you." He said to his family as he moved a chair closer to the bed and planted a kiss on your sleeping cheek and another on his daughters forehead.