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You, silently as you can, were sneaking back into your room. You had, discreetly as you could, left early in the morning to go pick up the rescue puppy you were giving Wanda as a birthday present. She'd always stop and pet every dog she could whenever you were both out shopping or just walking in the park together.
Because of what she had endured in her childhood she never got to experience having a pet of her own. So now, with a far improved life and relationships, you felt it was the perfect time for her to finally get a pet she could cherish with every ounce of her being.
After silently closing the door, you tip-toed over to the bed, you look at your auburn haired angel sleeping soundly. Softy as you can, you sit down on the edge of the side of the bed and place the puppy on it. As the puppy stumbles around on the fluffy blanket trying to find its footing, you slowly guide it over to Wanda.
The puppy waddles over to her and lightly sniffs her face, causing Wanda's nose to scrunch up at the sensation but she doesn't wake up. You giggle at the sight as the puppy licks her nose, making you laugh a bit harder, making you have to cover your mouth to stay quiet.
Wanda starts to wake up. "You've not woken me up with nose kisses in a while, malysh." she says, voice having a light rasp from just waking up, eyes slowly opening, "But I could get us-" she stops speaking when her eyes land on the puppy in front of her face.
She gasps, whispering, "Hi, precious little one." She reaches her hands out to delicately grasp the puppy, sitting up against your headboard and pulling it to her chest.
She looks up to see your grinning face, "Happy Birthday, Wanda." you lean over and kiss her cheek sweetly. "Do you like your gift?"
Wanda alternates staring at you and the puppy, who seemed to be quickly acclimating to its spot against her chest. "He's...mine?" She says lightly, eyes tearing up.
Your grin becomes a soft smile. You place your hand on her cheek, running your thumb across her cheekbone. "100% yours."
"When did- how-," she struggled to find the right words, overloaded with emotions.
"Well," you move over to sit next to her on the bed. "I know for a fact you've wanted a dog for a long time, before us even." You look down at the puppy, Wanda stroking its head. "And when you were out working, I had been scouting local shelters looking for the perfect one for you."
Wanda gently places the puppy in her lap, turns to you, and wraps her arms tight around your neck, tugging you into a hug. She proceeds to relentlessly kiss your cheek, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said in-between each kiss.
You laugh as she lovingly assaults you with affection, "Anything for you, darling." You turn your face and catch her lips with yours, ignoring all sembelance of morning breath.
You both hear a soft whine as you break apart, both looking down at the puppy in Wanda's lap, "Oh we sure didn't forget you," Wanda picks up the puppy, cradling it like a newborn. "Do you pick out a name for him yet?"
You shake your head, "I'm leaving that to you. After all, he's your gift."
Wanda briefly contemplates a name for her new pet, looking down at him curled in her lap having fallen asleep there, the smile on her face since waking up only growing wider, "I want to name him Pietro." Running her hand slowlydown the puppys back.
"I think that sounds perfect. Pietro would love knowing you named our dog after him." You laugh at the thought
Wanda laughs too, "I can only imagine it'll go down like this when he finds out, 'Well, considering how devilishly handsome this dog is, it only makes sense we'd share the same name.'"
You both laugh harder at Wanda's imitation of her brother. You slide off the bed. "Now c'mon, we gotta go pick out a collar and leash plus some toys for our new boy."
Wanda grins, picking up the puppy like a newborn, rushing out of bed and through the bedroom door.
You watch her leave not bothering to remind her she needed to get dressed for the day before venturing out, but you just didn't have it in you to remind her. When she walked around the house in her tiny sleep shorts, you always "accidentally" forgot. Plus, it was her birthday, she gets to have and do everything she wants today, as if your pampering of her was different from any other day.
She was your Wanda Maximoff and you were going to cherish her for the rest of your lives and far beyond them.