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* ˚ ✦ 1 :
That year, Natasha was the one hosting Christmas. She insisted on it, it was only fair as she crashed Clint's last year.

The flat you shared wasn't that big, just enough for two people... 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, kitchen and living room that was all you needed. She still decided to host, how hard could it be? I mean, she just had to cook for about 10 people and rearrange the place, right?

Well, it proved to be harder than she thought, especially with a one-year-old constantly demanding attention. Her solution was to include you in the process. She sat you down in your high chair, and you were overseeing everything. You were Natasha's little sous-chef, playing drums with wooden spoons and tasting everything Natasha brought to your lips. With a happy squeal or a face of disgust, she was able to adjust her recipes.

"So, do you like the mashed potatoes?" She fed you a tiny bit from a spoon and watch for a reaction. You squealed as you swallowed, and opened your mouth asking for more, and Natasha had no choice but to feed you another spoonful again. "I'll take that as a yes. And now, the green beans... I know you don't like them very much for now, but they're Auntie Lena's favourite vegetable so... You know I had to make those." She handed you one, and you threw it on the floor, wanting absolutely nothing to do with it. "Yeah, okay. Thanks for the mess sweet girl."

It was just a fun time creating memories (and a big mess in the kitchen) before Christmas dinner.

* ˚ ✦  2 :
Natasha chased after you as you ran away from her. You just got out of the bath, your hair was still wet, droplets of water were dropping on the floor and wearing nothing but a diaper. You ran when Natasha had her back turned for a second, she knew she should've closed the door, but you don't like when she does it. You couldn't reach the handle you see...

"Y/n, come on we're going to be late." She pleaded after running in circles for five minutes. You'd think it'd be quick for the famous Black Widow to catch you, but every time your mama came close, you crawled under the coffee table and ran away from her again.

Finally, she caught you and trapped you with one arm. You tried to wiggle out of her grip, but Natasha was determined to not let you go. She was trying so hard to get you to put on that beautiful dress she bought you for that particular occasion. It was green and matching her own dress, she as very excited and was really looking forwards to it.

"No dress." You whined.

"Yes dress."

"No dress. Pants."

"But don't you want to match mommy?" She pouted but you had no pity. It was the pants or nothing. You crossed your arms and put on an 'angry face' which was irresistible.

"Fine." She grabbed a pair of pants and a cute little Christmas sweater. You still matched somehow which made Nat a tad happy. She finished doing your hair and left you to play whilst she got herself ready.