omg pregnant!nat having huge mood swings and not being used to it/struggling to keep them in check and she just keeps getting frustrated and that frustration often turns to tears which makes her More frustrated and the only place that calms her is in readers arms:’(
All you hear is groans and angered huffs from the kitchen. It pulling your attention from the game you were playing on the living room TV.
"You okay in there, honey?!"
It was silent for a few moments before Natasha called back, "No! I can't open this fucking jar!"
You released a breath, a smile on your face, as you rose to your feet.
"Okay, I'm here." You stopped in your tracks in the doorway of the of the kitchen, noticing the tears welling up in her eyes. "Sweetie, are you okay?"
"No!" she yelled in frustration, "I can't get the lid off of the jar, and now I'm crying over it, like some child. And I-"
You stopped her midway through her ranting, by pulling her into your chest. Wrapping her arms around the small Russian. But not before taking the jar from her hands, and placing it upon the counter-top beside you both.
"It's okay, honey. It's just your hormones and shit affecting you-"
"They suck!" Natasha yelled into your chest, the loud nose muffled.
"I know they do." You nodded along. "But they're all natural. And hey, fuck that jar."
The red-head let off a little laugh into your chest and that's when you smiled, knowing you had finally started to make her feel a little better.
Rocking her side to side in a comforting motion, you asked her, "Do ya' want me to open the jar for you?"
She nodded, a small confirming noise coming from her.
"And if I can't get it open, we can just smash it on the ground and see if that works."
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