You expelled a loud groan, clutching your stomach as though it was supposed to stop the pain surging through you. Almost in tears, your husband walked into the room with all that you desired. He plopped himself next to you on the bed handing you the hot water bottle. It took a short time of deliberation before you decided your stomach needed the heat more than your back.

Along with that he passed you the chocolate bar specifically bought for the occasion of the red devil, and placed your cup of tea on the bedside cabinet along with the pain killers.

He snuggled under the covers next to you wrapping an arm around you resting it on your hot water bottle that rested on your stomach.

Groaning again, "this is all your fault you basket face."

"Firstly, basket face? Secondly how is your period my fault?" He laughed.

"Viable insult, I'd say," you shrugged, "And why the heck could you have not impregnated me and stopped this bloody hell?"

He tugged softly on your side to help you roll over onto your side so you were facing him now. He raised his eyebrow.

"You want a baby?" He questioned.

"Not particularly. But if I was pregnant I wouldn't be on my period."

He let out a laugh.

"And then when you go into labour you'd blame me for it, and I can't win. I think you should accept your responsibility of being a woman, and just cuddle with me," he grinned.

You narrowed your eyes at him, lifting your hand to flick Clint's nose. He looked confused for a second before leaning down to press his lips to your nose.

"My responsibility as a woman is to kick your arse for saying that," you said with a mock glare, "but it currently feels like a gremlin is attempting to rip its way out of my uterus. So I think instead of me attacking you for being an idiot. I shall appreciate that you are still cuddling me."

He chuckled leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. He held you closer to him, moving the hot water bottle from between you, moving it so that it was placed against your back.

"I honestly question how I can love you so much some times," he sighed, "but it doesn't matter as then I remember that you are perfect, and any form of doubt completely disappears. I love you Y/N."

You smiled softly at him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head to his chest. He kissed the top of your hair.

"I love you too Clint."

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Written by Charlotte.