If you're still taking requests, Natasha doting so lovingly over a pregnant Wanda? 🥺
I- the baby fever I've got with this thing is out the roof 😂😂😂😂 and i didn't even expected to write a pregnancy when I first read it! Guess i gotta blame the mom of my future kids. Lmao.
Anyways, sorry for taking so long, anon. I hope this is good enough and you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it.
Have some fluffy Wandanat to ease your day (:
At the soft mumbling coming from over her head, Natasha smiled to herself before she kissed Wanda's soft chest.
"Good morning, princess," the redhead spoke softly.
"Is that greeting for me or our child?" Wanda chuckled as she caressed her wife's bareback.
A kiss on her baby bump accompanied with a giggle was all Wanda needed for an answer before they settled in the quiet, cozy morning.
Reaching this point hasn't been easy. The past lives of both women had been a huge deal for their relationship. Where one flowed with love and affection even though she has been marked for life, the other was damaged beyond repair. Or that's what Natasha thought.
But you see, life is wise and always recompensate. And Natasha's case wasn't any different.
After 6 years with the love of her life, they've decided to climb another step together and have something of their own. Something that, she was sure, would patch her broken soul completely.
"Wish Tony was able to invent a time machine," the redhead mussed out loud.
"Hmm? What you want it for?" A sleepy Wanda rasped.
At those words, Wanda was incapable to fall back asleep. Her mind was filled with all the beautiful possibilities that awaited them.
She knew how much this meant for her wife, and she'd be lying if she wasn't excited to see firsthand what an amazing mother Natasha will be.
Long were the nights in the previous stages where the pregnancy wasn't a reality yet. The long hours talking about their future and the kind of parents they'd be. The fears and whatnot this process came with.
But if Wanda had to pick a favorite moment in her life, she'd always choose this.
This magical moment in which they were cuddled up, still naked from the night before, and Natasha's head resting on her chest while her hand caressed the Little Bean she was nurturing.
How couldn't she, if the feeling of her heart inflating ten times bigger in her chest at Natasha's soft promises to their daughter was something she's never experienced before?
