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September of 2015
Leia Organa was very excited as she dug for her phone in her purse. Her fingers flew across the screen as she searched for Natasha Romanoff's number. Finally she found it. Natasha's name was at the very bottom of her recent calls list.
"Wow, it's been a while since I've talked to her," she said to herself as she put the phone up to her ear.
On the third ring, Natasha picked up.
"This is Romanoff."
"Natasha, its Leia."
"Leia! Oh my gosh! It's been like forever since we've talked. How are you doing?"
"I'm doing really good, and that's actually the reason I called," Leia answered.
"Oh, what's that?" Natasha asked as she sat down on the bed
"Nat, I'm pregnant."
"You're what? Since when?"
"I'm 8 weeks pregnant," Leia answered excitedly.
"Oh my gosh! That's amazing!" Natasha exclaimed.
"I couldn't believe it myself, its been so long since I've had kids."
"Well, if you think about it, Abraham and Sarah had a son when they were well beyond child-bearing years," Natasha explained.
"That's very true. I think God is doing it again," Leia said cheerfully.
"Do you mind if I tell the team myself?" Natasha asked.
"Yeah, go for it!" Leia exclaimed.
"I'm so happy for you and Han."
"Thanks, Natasha. Don't worry, in God's time, you and Steve will have a child of your own. Have a good day.' She then hung up.
Natasha tossed her phone on the bed. She was indeed happy for Han and Leia, but now something else was bothering her. It had been 8 months since her and Steve were married at SHIELD and she still wasn't pregnant.
And that was mostly her fault.
She was scared for two reasons. The first reason was that when she and Steve first got married, she wasn't ready for a romantic night to that extreme because of what had happened to her in Russia. Even after she finally healed, which was about 3 months after the wedding, she still was scared and that led to her second reason. Throughout all of her life, she has had various chemicals injected into her body. Some had almost killed her because they were so strong. Even though Clint had rescued her from Ivan, not once, but twice now, the chemicals still flowed through her veins. Dr. Anderson had told her at one of her checkups that if she ever was to get pregnant, it would be a very high-risk pregnancy, and she could possibly not be able to carry a child full term.
"Dear God," she began to pray. "I'm so happy for my friend, Leia, is pregnant. You work in mysterious ways. I pray that you will bless her and Han as they prepare to have this child. Be with them and help them to raise the baby to follow You, and God, if it's in Your will, please allow Steve and me to one day have a child of our own. Whether we decided to adopt or I actually do become pregnant, I trust that You have a plan for both of us. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen."
After drying a few tears that came out during her prayer, she put her phone on the charger and left the room. It was time for their daily bible study.
"That's awesome, Nat," Steve said as they gathered in Room 3 for the study.
"How far along is she?" Clint asked.
"8 weeks," Natasha answered.
"It sounds like an Abraham and Sarah story. Leia's what, 50-something?" Coulson asked.
"I think so, and yes it does. I told her the exact same thing."
The small group then began discussing the daily reading from the 1-year bible plan that they were working through. Natasha led the discussion since Anna was on a long-term SHIELD mission, her first since becoming a Level 8 agent. She wasn't undercover, but the mission kept her busy most of the day. She would then call later at night and check in with how she was doing. She also said that Leia had told her the news about her pregnancy two days ago. They also had a lengthy conversation since the 2 of them haven't talked in a long time. The last time that Anna and Leia saw each other was back when Natasha first became a Christian.
After enjoying a simple dinner of steak, fingerling potatoes, and kale, cooked by Coulson, everyone retreated to bed.
As Steve and Natasha laid in bed, they pondered once again about having children.
"Steve, I want to have a child of our own one day, but I'm just, I'm just scared."
"I know. You've lived a difficult life before coming here. You have every right to be," Steve said as he drew her close.
"Even if I am able to get pregnant, there's a possibility that I won't be able to carry the baby full term."
"I know, but remember, in God's time, He will provide. He will provide," he said as he kissed her head.
"I love you, no matter what. I'll love you for a thousand years," he whispered.
"And I'll love you for a thousand more."
The two of them then fell asleep in each other's arms.