Clint figured out that Laura wanted another baby the same way he did most things. He went to the can and there in the reading material basket were a bunch of pregnancy magazines. Not even the ones they'd had for the last kid. She'd gone out and bought new ones. Same way she'd filled the basket with wedding magazines when he'd taken too long to propose to her, and overflowed it when the engagement had taken too long. Some day he was gonna come home, take a crap, find a bunch of astronomy magazines there, and have to set up a moonbase.
"So, 'nother kid?" he asked, going into the bedroom. Laura laid atop the covers. Not just new magazines; new lingerie. She wasn't taking any chances.
"We're too much alike. I get bored if everything isn't spiraling out of control."
He sat down on the bed beside her, pulling off his shoes. "Nonsense. I love peace and stability. And long-term commitment."
"Hey, I love our arrangement, but it's not exactly white picket fences."
"So they're yellow picket fences? So what?"
"Not what I meant," Laura said, dragging his shirt off. His chest was bandaged, butterfly stitches, and she gave it a cursory examination before kissing it. "Besides, just two kids is weird. I feel like one's going to grow up good and the other's going to be evil. Isn't that how these things work?"
"Yeah, let's make one the middle one instead. Who doesn't love that?"
Laura punched his arm. "I was a middle child."
"I was one of two children! I turned out fine!"
"We need a third," Laura said seriously. "Three kids is enough to all tackle you at once and bring you to the ground. It'll be super cute."
"That would be super cute," Clint admitted. He looked over Laura. Felt himself going over to her, wanting her—falling in love with her all over again.
She wasn't wearing much. A kind of one-piece bathing suit, only cut in a broad swath down the front so there was a vee going almost to her groin. He reached out to her, toyed his callused fingers at the division between the fabric and her skin, tugged on it. It moved easily away from her flesh; he pulled it over the slope of her breast, seeing her nipple, finding it hard. He ducked down to it, kissed it, and Laura hummed as his lips sank into her large breast—sucking on it.
Clint made a "rnn" sound in the back of his throat as Laura wrestled his pants off, pulled him on top of her, his mouth inseparable from her breast except to glance up her body, kissed her as his erection pressed into the soft skin of Laura's hip.
Her lingerie wasn't a swimsuit—not thick enough. It was this thin, meshy gauze, with embroidery up and down it to give her a kind of modesty. An R rating instead of an NC-17. Still, it wasn't as tight as it looked. It was just as easy to pull the crotch of it away from her groin as it'd been to expose her breast. He moved his fingers down. Groped her. Tightened his grip.
"Christ—" Laura moaned when he wasn't kissing her. "What are you going to be like when my tits get big again?"
"Your tits are already big."
"Not enough for that orange sweater you like. I'm gonna wear it—"
Clint took a break from leaving hickeys on her face to note, "I'm so glad I married you."
"You're gonna wear the man-skirt..."
"The Cirque du Soleil look?" Clint groaned.
"It's why I married you. And you'll be well-compensated." Clint tried to kiss her again, but Laura pulled herself away, looking at the door. "Hey! Is that Moose und Squirrel I see?"
The door opened. Natasha marched inside. She was wearing a trenchcoat. She opened it up. She wasn't wearing anything else. "Every fucking time with the Rocky & Bullwinkle..."
"Oh, Clint," Laura said, flicking his ear. "Natasha thought she'd stay over a little while. I hope that's alright."
"It's... fine..." Clint said, holding onto Laura. It wasn't their first threesome, but over the past few years, between the growing kids and the Avengers (who were, well, also pretty much kids), there'd been less and less of that. Laura was fine with him fucking other people, as long as they were Nat, but they hadn't even done that in a while. Clint suspected Natasha was seeing someone, which was fine with him, but now—
Laura kissed him quick. "No thinking with this head," she said, gently butting her forehead against his. "Our family's going to get a little bigger and I want Natasha to be a part of that. Just like she's always been."
"It's just usually she's the one who—starts the ball rolling."
"Says you," Laura grinned. "C'mon. I love that crazy bitch as much as you do. Maybe I can't be there when you two are saving the world, but if we're making a baby, she
