Natasha took the offered help getting her. Her stomach was getting bigger and it was getting a little more difficult to move around.
"I know. Would you like a beer?" Natasha always kept beer in the fridge for his visits, not that they were frequent, but there was always some in there. It was the only remaining alcohol in the place and neither Tasha or Tony drank it.
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