Author notes: Hey guys! This is my first Romanogers fanfic! Okay, so The nanny diaries had inspired me ALOT so I just had to make it!
Chapter One
Natasha pulls the covers closer to her body as she feels to her right to the empty side of the bed. Tears slip down her cheeks as cold surrounds her body. He used to lay so close to her, keeping her warm in the wintery nights. Natasha turns to lie on her back trying to suppress theses emotions. She used to never be this in tune with her emotions until she married Steve and had a child. It was as if she was reborn into a new person when she had her son.
A smile flickers onto her lips at the thought of how Steve taught her love wasn't just for children. Warmth spreads through her body at the thought of his tickling kisses on her neck. She slowly reaches up to touch her neck. With her fingertips she feels her neck as she looks up at the dark ceiling. She could see the ceiling fan turn in the moon's shadow.
She used to not be able to sleep with the ceiling fan on, but Steve loved it when the fan was on. It helped him sleep, and now she keeps it on for him. Natasha nibbles on her bottom lip while her thoughts slip to nine months ago.
Nine Months ago…
"James! Stop!" Natasha yells out to her son while he bolts out of the elevator into the apartment. Natasha drops the groceries as she chases after her son. James slams the door shut into her face. Natasha sighs with frustration when she hears the door lock.
"James Benjamin Rogers, open this door right now!" Natasha yells into the door while she stands with her hands on her hips.
"No!" James yells back. Natasha pushes back her hair out her face. She doesn't know how she has this much patience with her son.
"James, I will count to three, and if you do not open this door when I get to three. You will get a spanking." Natasha threats trying to stay clam, "One."
"I'm not opening the door! I hate you!" James yells while he kicks the door. Natasha jumps at the loud bang.
"Two." Natasha growls her patience is growing thin. James had been acting up ever since they went to the grocery store. He wanted a toy, but Natasha told him no. And ever since that moment he has been awful.
"I'm taking off my cloths!" James yells. Natasha looks up with an annoyed expression. She rolls her eyes at her son's statement.
Before she could get to three the elevator doors open. She turns around noticing the mess on the floor of the hallway. "Bad day?" A familiar voice asks sweetly. Natasha smirks with a nod of her head yes. Loud banging on the door comes from inside the apartment.
"You didn't say three! You didn't say three!" James repeats over and over while he bangs onto the door. Natasha turns around to the door with a glare.
"Stop it, James!" Natasha yells with a tone that makes her son stop immediately. Natasha turns back around to Steve with an annoyed look.
"He's locked me out, again." Natasha says embarrassed. Steve walks over to the door with his fist in his kaki pockets.
"Let me give it a try." He says while he bends down to the door.
"Hey, buddy, can you let us in?" Steve asks his voice was kind but stern. James for some odd reason always obeyed his father. Steve waits a few seconds before they hear the door unlatch. James cracks the door open peeking out. James keeps his head down to the ground in shame.
"Why did you lock your mother out?" Steve asks looking into his son's blue eyes. James sighs heavy with a pout.
"She wouldn't buy me the toy I wanted." James explains somberly. Natasha watches her husband and son discuss the events of today with a raised eyebrow.
"That doesn't give you a right to act the way you did." Steve says fatherly. His son folds his arms across his bare chest with a pout.
"Are you going to spank me?" James asks softly. Steve looks from his son over to Natasha with a knowing look.
"It's not up to me if you will have a spanking or not." Steve says still looking at Natasha. Natasha folds her arms across her chest looking at her son.
"You'll be getting more than a spanking. You're going to be grounded from the T.V. for three days." Natasha says stern. "Go inside, James, and put your cloths on. Sit in your room, and wait for me." James turns around picking up his cloths, and walking to his room somberly.
Natasha sighs heavy while she bends down to pick up her groceries off the floor. "Let me do it." Steve says taking the bags from her. Natasha smiles at him.
"It's not your mess." Natasha says trying to protest from him being a gentleman like always. Steve smiles at the protest.
"You've been through so much today." Steve takes the bags from her hands. Natasha looks into his eyes with love.
"I got to go talk to our son." Natasha says moving around from Steve to the door. Steve turns around watching her walk away.
Natasha holds James while she rocks him asleep. She sings him a sweet lullaby. His heavy eyelids slowly close to her beautiful voice. Steve stands at the door watching his beautiful wife sing to their son. His eyes trail her beauty while she pushes back James blonde hair to the side of his forehead.
Natasha tucks James into bed before she turns out the lights. Her and Steve walk out of James room. Steve cracks James's door so the light of the hall way can seep into the room.
"How was James today at school?" Steve asks walking into the living room. Natasha looks up from picking up the toy soldiers and trucks off the floor.
"He was an angel." Natasha says raspy while she puts the toys in the bends. Steve smiles at her statement. "I swear, Steve, he's just like you."
"Is that a bad thing?" Steve asks walking over to her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Natasha smiles flirty at him.
"Maybe." She answers with a smirk. Steve pulls Natasha into his arms. She smiles up at him. Steve bends down and kisses Natasha on the lips softly. She pulls away feeling warm in the stomach.
"I love you." Natasha whispers while running her fingers through his blonde hair.
"I love you too." Steve whispers back kissing the tip of her nose. Natasha giggles as his kisses trail down to her neck. Natasha closes her eyes as his kisses trail to her collarbone. Steve picks her up bringing her into the bedroom. They shut the door behind them with the door locked.
The sunlight sweeps into the window lighting the room. Steve opens his eyes to the sunlight. He was the early bird in the house. It was five in the morning, the normal time he woke up. He turns to watch Natasha sleep soundly. A smile slowly turns onto his lips.
Natasha wakes up with a deep breath. "What time is it?" Natasha asks groggily while she pulls the covers over her bare shoulders. Steve looks at his wristwatch that lies on the side table.
"It's 6:30 a.m." Steve answers while wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"You've laid here for an hour in a half?" Natasha asks rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"I didn't mind." He whispers into her hair. Natasha bites her bottom lip.
"What time is it now?" Natasha asks knowing she'll have to get up soon to make James's breakfast.
"I don't know." Steve answers while he plays with Natasha's curly fiery red hair. Natasha smiles.
"I have to make James's breakfast…" Natasha says slowly. Steve sighs deeply.
"He won't be up until eight." Steve says husky.
"I know…" Natasha interlocks Steve's and her fingers together. She breathes in his scent deeply.
"Do you ever wander what would happen if something happened to one of us?" Natasha asks while she plays with his fingers.
"I do. It's usually when I'm on missions." Steve answers while he rests his chin on top of her head. "Don't worry, Nat, I'm not going anywhere."
"I believe you." Natasha whispers sweetly. Steve stands up out of the bed to get dressed. Natasha watches him as warmth of love spreads through her body. While Steve pulls his shirt over his head, he looks over at Natasha who still is snuggled under the covers. He smiles at her with happiness deep in his eyes.
"So what do you want to do today?" Steve asks sitting down next to her. Natasha sits up and puts on her silk robe before answering.
"Before James had a tantrum yesterday, he told me he wanted to go to the Smithsonian today." Natasha answers while getting out of bed. Natasha walks into the bathroom turning on the shower.
"I'll go wake him up, and see if he still wants to do that." Steve says before walking out of the room.
Steve walks into the living room seeing James already awake. "Hey, daddy." James says sweetly while he sits on the floor playing with the toy soldiers.
"Hey, buddy." Steve response while he sits down next to James on the floor. James hands Steve a soldier.
"Mommy told me you want to go to the Smithsonian today." Steve says while he plays soldiers with James. James nods his head yes.
"I want to go to the air and space part." James says while he picks up a toy F-22 Rapture fighter. James flies it around in the air making plane noises. Steve watches his son with love.
"Alright, we can go there, and the park?" Steve asks they both fly toy fighter jets in the air.
"Yes!" James exclaims happy.
Natasha walks in with her hair blow dried, and her make up done. She watches her favorite men play with each other on the living room floor. She watches with a smile as they fly the planes around their heads.
"Hey, you guys want some breakfast?" Natasha asks interrupting the father and son play.
"Sure! Can I have waffles?" James asks jumping off the ground, and running over to the kitchen. Steve stands up with a bright smile as him and Natasha follows their son to the kitchen.
"Sure." Natasha says while she pulls out the Bisquick out of the cabinet. Steve and James sit down next to each other at the counter while Natasha makes waffles.
"James said he still wants to go to the Smithsonian." Steve says before taking a sip of his coffee.
"Alright, we can go around nine to nine thirty." Natasha says putting the waffles on James and Steve's plate. Steve and Natasha look at each other not looking way. I'm not going anywhere… Rings in Natasha's mind while she looks deeply into Steve's blue eyes.