So about that quiet retirement....
Natasha was in the kitchen and opening the boxes that had been delivered earlier in the day. She had been too tired earlier to do it and she wanted to get this stuff unpacked before she forgot about it. A pregnancy meant shopping and she had been doing just that. Babies need a lot of things and Natasha did love shopping.

The Internet was a wonderful thing and made that shopping all that much easier. She had been extremely tired lately and the idea of going out and dealing with people wasn't that appealing. The urge to shoot someone would be too great to resist. It was easier to buy online and have it delivered.

She looked at the clock. It was almost eight pm. Tony should be home soon. She hoped. Since getting the company back, he had spent more time at the office than he had at home. Natasha didn't mind. She was tired and cranky and he was a workaholic. It worked out.

She continued to unpack the boxes.

Natasha was mildly surprised her husband hadn't picked up on any of the clues about her condition. Normally her husband was a step ahead of everyone else, but with all that was going on with the company, she wasn't surprised he was a bit distracted. Tonight. She'd tell him tonight. Then came the hard part. Telling the kids.