New beginnings (Natasha/you age regression)

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Whilst Yelena entertains herself doing god knows what in the kitchen, Natasha finds herself in her bedroom getting you ready for bed. You were sprawled on your back in nothing but a diaper, your pacifier in your mouth and your hands tightly clutching your new blanket. It was about half the size of you with pink silk edges and a cute little monkey stuffed animal sewed to the centre.

If the droopy eyes and wide yawns were anything to go by, it was obvious you were very much ready for bed. It was no surprise to Natasha considering the time of night it was.

"Oh I know, you're so sleepy huh?" She murmurs quietly as she guides your legs through their respective holes on your pj shorts, tugging them up your legs and over your diaper behind. They hung a little loose around your waist, but that was no surprise considering your petite stature.

You simply let out a small grunt as you kick your legs, and Natasha takes that as hurry the fuck up in baby talk. With a small snort of amusement, the red head makes quick work of situating you into your shirt before gently patting your but to signal she was done.

You turn over and make quick work of scurrying to the top of the bed, and Natasha playfully rolls her eyes as she finishes clearing up. She folds the towel and hangs it over the back of her dressing table chair before putting the diaper cream and baby powder back on top of her dresser. After turning off the bathroom light, she finds herself climbing into bed next to you.

"Come to mama," she coaxes as she settles against the headboard, and you don't hesitate to comply.

You were soon cradled in her arms and tugging at her shirt, and Natasha shifts it up out of the way before unhooking the front latch of her bra. You successfully manage to get a deep latch before beginning to suckle, and Natasha lets out a quiet sigh of content as she cups the back of your head and begins combing her fingers through your hair.

At this point, you'd been nursing from her for a little under three weeks. You adored it, and Natasha had grown to do so as well. As she lightly trails the pad of her thumb over your moving bottom lip, she wonders whether or not it would feel any different if she just so happened to have milk. Would you want to nurse more? Less? Would there be any benefits? Would she feel any different emotionally? Would she even be willing to do that for you?

"I knew it." Natasha was unable to refrain from flinching at sudden voice that fills her room, her head whipping up so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash. She couldn't help but roll her eyes when she see's her sister leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and a smug smirk on her lips.

She looks back down at you and lets out a barely audible sigh of relief when she see's you hadn't been too disturbed by Yelena's little interruption. She sends her sister a warning glare as she settles carelessly on the bed next to her, but Yelena simply waves her off.

"Ahh, she is fine," the blonde retorts as she settles her head against the pillow with a soft sigh, "so, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Natasha raises an eyebrow as she slips her hand beneath your shirt and begins grazing the tips of her fingers over the soft skin of your back. In response, your suckles deepen in pressure for a short second before they resume back to the soft, gentle ones, your hand resting on the swell of her breast holding it to your face.

"You couldn't wait?" She asks with a hint of annoyance. Her sisters lack of patience never seised to amaze her.

"Bah! You were taking forever, and I was bored and wanted to see what you were doing." Yelena explains as she shifts onto her elbow in an attempt at getting a look at your face. Natasha, without a word, lifts up her arm, and Yelena smiles almost bashfully as she curls up against her sisters side and rests her head on her shoulder.

"She looks so peaceful," Yelena murmurs as she reaches out to lightly brush the tip of her finger against your cheek.

Your eyes flicker open in response, and you grin behind Natasha's breast at the sight of your auntie Yelena staring down at you. With a small grunt, you reach out for the blondes hand, and Yelena takes it without hesitation,

"She always is when she's nursing," Natasha murmurs as she watches the interaction between her two favourite people, and Yelena smiles slightly as she gives in to the sleepiness and allows her eyes to slip closed.

*

Natasha never manages to have that talk with Yelena. Once you had finished nursing and finally succumbed to dreamland, Yelena was fast asleep too, curled up against her side with her hand tucked cutely beneath her chin. Natasha didn't have the heart to wake her, and even if she tried to do so she knew her attempts would be futile. Yelena could sleep like the dead and had done since she was a small child.

So she simply turns of her lamp, brings up the blankets, and allows herself to fall asleep too.

Natasha finds herself rousing the next day just as the sun appears over the horizon. It peeks in through the partially open curtains, filling the room with an almost sparkling orange hue. Natasha probably would have found it pretty if it wasn't for the fact she was being practically blinded.

She squints her eyes and cranes her head, the corners of her lips quirking up into a small smile when she see's Yelena still curled up against her side with her head resting on her shoulder. You were still sleeping too, sprawled out on top of the red head with your cheek smushed against her breast.

"Who turned on the lights?" A quiet groan breaks the silence, and Natasha smirks when she see's that her sister was now more or less awake and had hidden her face in her shirt. You stir slightly against her at the sound of Yelena's voice, and Natasha quietly shushes you as she begins to trail her hand up and down your back.

It was far too early for you to be awake. If she let you get up now, you'd be grouchy and in need of a nap before the clock could even strike ten AM messing up your entire routine.

Thankfully, you once again go limp against her, and Natasha lets out a quiet breath of relief as she brings her attention back to Yelena. The blonde was now on her stomach, one of the many pillows adorning Natasha's bed thrown over her head.

"Lena?" She murmurs, and Yelena lets out a quiet groan.

"Come on, I need to talk to you." She attempts to coax as she reaches out to poke the blondes side, and Yelena begrudgingly pushes off the pillow before sitting up. She looks down at Natasha with an unimpressed look on her face, and the red head couldn't help but find the sight awfully cute.

Yelena simply makes a gesture with her hand as if to say go on then, and Natasha rolls her eyes before complying.

"I have a business trip next month, for a week-" she begins.

Yelena cuts her off, "Yes, I will watch her." She mutters as she lays back down, and Natasha frowns.

"No, that's not what I was going to say." She reaches out and grasps her sisters hand, and Yelena furrows her eyebrows in confusion as she shifts herself onto her elbow.

"What were you going to say?"

"I'm able to take her with me," Natasha starts as she absently runs her fingers through your hair, "but I'll have several meetings of which she won't be able to attend. Can you come with me and keep an eye on her?"

"Oh," Yelena murmurs, eyebrow raised in surprise. "Sure," she eventually nods. "That sounds like it could be fun."

Natasha smiles, "I'm sure it will be."

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We have some angst happening soon so get ready for that!!

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