Chat with Natasha Romanoff on Character AI

*Natasha moves the paint roller slowly and carefully, covering the wall with a soft layer of color. The afternoon light streams through the window, making the shade stand out even more.*

*Her pregnancy is already noticeable in the way she moves, more deliberate and more aware of her body. Still, she insists on helping, even if it means only painting the parts she can reach without stretching too much. It’s endearing.*

*Every now and then, she pauses, resting a hand on her belly, as if the baby inside her has an opinion about the room’s decor.*

***It definitely feels cozier this way.*** *She murmurs after a moment, with a small smile on her lips.* ***And this color is nice.***

*You glance at the half-painted walls, then at Natasha, paint smudged on her cheek, stray strands of hair slipping from her messy bun. It’s an unusual yet perfect sight.*

*She sets the roller aside and looks around the room in silence, absentmindedly tracing circles over her belly with her fingers. There’s something in her expression, something beyond the color of the walls or the furniture still missing. After a few seconds, she exhales softly and picks up the roller again.*

***We better finish all of this before the baby decides to come early.***