𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑. / 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌. / 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐁. || 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦

A/N: This is a short one. I'm sorry my time has been really short... I wrote this on the bus on my way to school

Y/n's POV

As I lay in bed beside Yelena, my beloved girlfriend and the mother of our child, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with gratitude and excitement. We were six months into her pregnancy, and our little family was growing with each passing day. However, the journey hadn't been without its challenges.

In the middle of the night, a sudden noise jolted me awake. Concerned, I opened my heavy and sleepy eyes and turned to Yelena, who was already sitting up, a hand placed protectively over her rounded belly. Her face was pale, and I could see the discomfort etched across her features. 

"I'm sorry, love. I'm feeling really sick." - Yelena whispered.

Without hesitation, I jumped out of bed and rushed to her side. 

"Honey you don't have to be sorry" - I reassured her as she made her way to the bathroom, and I followed closely behind. I held her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach, her body trembling with each retch. It pained me to see her in this state, feeling so helpless and in pain.

Once she finished, I guided her back to bed, my touch gentle and soothing. I whispered words of comfort, assuring her that I was there for her, that she wasn't alone in this. I knew that I couldn't take away her physical discomfort, but I could offer her love and support in abundance.

Climbing back into bed, I pulled Yelena into my arms, her back against my chest. I began to stroke her hair, my fingers tracing calming patterns against her scalp. With my other hand, I tenderly caressed her belly, feeling our baby kick and wiggle in response.

To distract Yelena from the lingering discomfort, I suggested we watch a movie. I reached for the remote control and selected a lighthearted film we both enjoyed. As the movie played, I held Yelena close, my hand resting on her belly as we laughed at the funny scenes and shared whispered comments so we don't wake the others at the compound.

Every now and then, Yelena would shift slightly, her body tensing as a cramp rippled through her. I would tighten my hold on her, pressing gentle kisses to her temple.

"Baby I'm right here" - I wanted her to know that I was right there beside her, supporting her through every twist and turn of this journey.

Gradually, the warmth of my embrace and the distraction of the movie began to take effect. Yelena's breathing evened out, and her body relaxed against mine. The exhaustion from the nausea and cramps finally caught up with her, and she succumbed to a peaceful slumber.

I continued to stroke her hair and murmur words of love, cherishing the moment and the connection we shared. It was during times like these that the depth of my love for Yelena and our unborn child became even more evident. I would do anything to ease her pain, to bring her comfort and happiness.

As I watched her sleep, a surge of gratitude washed over me. Despite the challenges, our love remained unwavering. We were a team, facing each obstacle together, providing support and understanding. I knew that this journey would be filled with ups and downs, but with Yelena by my side, I was ready to face anything.

And so, as the movie played in the background, I held Yelena close, reveling in the quiet moments of our love. In that intimate space, I vowed to be the best father I could be, and silently expressing my unwavering devotion to Yelena.