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Clint remained standing, pressing a long, soft kiss to Steveās forehead. āSheāsā¦ā Clint swallowed and closed his eyes, tangling his fingers gently in Steveās hair. āBarneyās Omega didnāt survive childbirth. And he knows he canāt take care of her on his own, so⦠sheās⦠sheās ours, Steve.ā He pulled back to stroke his hand down Steveās arm, his fingers brushing the edge of the blanket the baby was swaddled up in. āIf.. if you want her?ā
Steve looked down into the babyās face. She was frowning in her sleep. Some trivia either Jane or maybe Fitz had said floated to mind about how important it was for new babies to imprint on their parents. He bent to kiss her forehead, then looked up at Clint with a small smile. This was- a surprise, to say the least. But also maybe the best thing they could have asked for. His smile grew and he tilted his head up to kiss Clint.Ā āWhat do you want to call her? She needs a name. And- mm. Sheāll probably fit into some of Erikās baby clothes. Might be a little big on her, but theyāll do.ā












