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“Mom…”
“Mommy, where are you?”
“MOM!”
Wanda opened her eyes. Suddenly she felt a weight on her back. “Hey…” He whispered quietly.
Tommy giggled, looking at the tired face his mother had.
“Hey you” she answered with her eyes still closed, feeling her son leaving her back.
“She called,” he told her. The red-haired turned her body to look at the little boy with her brows frowning.
“Have you answered?”
He sat on the bed next to his mother “Billy has”.
Wanda hummed in response, “Where’s your brother?”
“In our bedroom”
Sitting on the bed she asked her son “What did she tell you guys?”
“Oh, she’s coming…” he answered mindlessly, Wanda looked at him with wide eyes “in about… five minutes?”
“Oh my God” the woman murmured running through her wardrobe looking for something to wear. “Why haven’t you called me earlier?” She looked desperate, Tommy had to laugh, looking at his mother this way.
“Why are you this excited to see her?” The boy asked in a funny voice “It seems like you like her” he teased his mom.
“Oh, shut up you little man, go to your room and tell your brother to take a shower” she used her serious tone to command his son “both of you”
Tommy sighed in response. Of course she likes her he thought. She was never going to admit it to them, but they were her sons; they could sense their mother’s feelings. And when they were with Nat, nothing more and nothing less than their “aunt”, they knew their mother was radiating with happiness.
And they were so happy Wanda would feel this way again.
Since their dad died, they thought their mother would never feel the same way she did when they were a happy family of four. But there she was. Always Natasha and her unique way to make their mother smile and laugh and make her company through so many difficult times.
But there was something more…
They suspected it. They knew Wanda loved their father. But still, there was something else she would never admit, she would never even let herself think about, because there was also a lot of blame, and she felt so much after Pietro’s and Vision’s deaths.
“In school we are learning about genetic appearance.” Billy would tell her someday, and she listened attentively while cooking dinner, “and we had to think about ours…” she nodded.
“For example, Billy looks just like you.” Tommy added to his brother’s story. And that was true; everyone could see it.
“But…” the other boy spoke again “Tommy doesn’t.” And that was it. Wanda raised her brows because she knew exactly where this was going, and she didn’t want to go there. “And he doesn’t even look like dad” yes.
She was about to speak when her son interrupted again, “So when Nat picked us up from school we asked her who she found similar to Tommy…” no.
Wanda waited patiently for her sons to end the story. That’s when they started to share a complicit laugh. No, please no.
“And then Billy was like ‘Oh my God!” Tommy spoke. “He looked between both of us and said that I DO look like NAT!” yes. Wanda bit her lips trying to hide her uncomfortable grin.
“Does he?” She asked giggling.
“Yes, but it has to be a coincidence…” of course. “In school, they explained to us that there has to be a blood relation to speak about genetics, and that’s impossible between both Nat and you” Is it impossible? For a witch?
Wanda giggled.
“You guys are learning a lot” she said.
And that’s how their conversation, as mother and children, ended. But she knew, she did know, that there was another conversation she had to go through about the same topic. So when Natasha appeared that same night at the time she knew both boys would be sleeping, Wanda was not surprised.
“Why does he look like me?”
And Wanda would deep breathe… “I… I don’t know” but she did. Deep inside her, she knew.
“Wanda…” Natasha warned her because deep inside her, she knew too.
Lucky for the witch, they heard little footsteps and suddenly a shouted “NAT!” was heard. Then Tommy climbed onto his ‘aunt’s’ lap and hugged her so tight.
“Hi, baby” she answered holding his head close to her chest still looking at Wanda’s eyes. And even though that look was disapproving, Wanda knew that the full sight of her ‘best friend’ hugging and holding her son was the most in place she ever felt in her life. She felt like her whole world was right where it had to be. And when Tommy turned his face to look at her, she would see how similar he and Natasha looked.
Thank God the genetic topic soon ended, and they continued to learn about other things that would not question their paternity or maternity problem.
Well, it ended for both of them, not for Natasha.
And it turned out to be sensitive for both women to talk about.
“Wanda, please I need to know.”
“Nat, stop.” She would beg. “There’s nothing to talk about”
“You know it is…” the older woman insisted.
“Natasha…” and her eyes would fill up with tears. And that would be it for the shorter red-haired. The discussion would end right there, at least for that day. Natasha would enclose the younger witch in her arms and they would cry together, cuddled on the couch.
Because they knew, of course, they knew. But it was so hard for them to put it in words, to bring it to reality.
That day Natasha made a decision. She would wait for Wanda to admit it to her, but she would always be as close to the three of them as she could possibly be. Nothing will ever pull her apart. She swore.
Not even Wanda, and her hardheaded personality. If they argued, if they hurt themselves, if something bad happened, she would come back the other day and be right where she knew she had to be: with them.
So, a kind of domestic relationship started.
“We should take them to the doctor.” Natasha would suggest, Wanda just frowned.
“Why? They are okay”
“For a checkup” she simply answered.
Wanda sighed picking up some toys that were distributed in the corridor “they are okay, Natalia”
The older woman followed the witch through her house “what if they are not?”
“I would know…”
Natasha grabbed her arm so she could look at her eyes. “Wanda, we need to be sure everything’s fine, they have to go and see a pediatrician, have them do some examinat-“
“I know what they need, Natasha. I am their mother” Wanda interrupted, causing Natasha to raise her brows. If she could answer that the way she really wanted…
“Yes, I surely know you are.” She replied, letting go of Wanda's arm. Then she snorted. “You know what?” Wanda waited expectantly for her to continue, but Natasha knew better. “I- I’ll just go, call me if you need something”
And Wanda’s face dropped with a sad expression. Why was she making it so hard for the other woman? She ran. Before Natasha could open the front door and leave her alone, Wanda grabbed her other hand, pulled her body to hers, and smashed their lips in a confused, dramatic, and lovely kiss.
Still holding her hand, she grabbed the other one, positioned them both on her own waist, and hugged Natasha’s neck with her arms. Their mouths matched in a combination of sighs and deep breaths, but never left each other. Natasha’s hands went up to cup Wanda’s cheeks so the younger witch hugged her middle and gave her a last cute and short kiss. Then she hid her face on her neck.
This was not their first kiss, as you guys could imagine… but this was their first kiss in many years. And everything felt like no time had gone by. Their lips knew each other perfectly.
“I missed you so much” Wanda said in a breathy voice.
“I missed you too” Natasha confessed and kissed the crown of her head.
And yes, of course, later that day Wanda called the doctor and made an appointment so that they could take the boys for the examinations Natasha wished for them to have.
Yes, there were more kisses after that day. No, not in front of the boys.
But as I told you guys at the beginning, they suspected, they sensed their mother’s feelings, they kind of knew… The thing is that they sensed Natasha’s too.
Oh, and if you were asking, yes, the kids were perfect.
They were so perfect that they started to tease both women when they felt what was going on between the two of them.
“You know, Mom turns so nervous when you’re about to come home,” Billy told the red haired woman while she was riding them home after a birthday party they went to.
Natasha laughed. “I’m always in your house. Is she always nervous?”
“Well, yes…” Tommy answered “but she is the good kind of nervous” Billy nodded his head.
“How’s that?” She asked curiously.
“There are two ways of nervousness…” the boy next to her on the passenger seat started explaining. “The bad one she felt when Tommy injured his leg, and we had to go to the hospital”
“Yes, I remember.” Natasha was actually the most nervous that day, but she had to hide it so she could assure Billy nothing would ever happen to his brother while his mother was inside the hospital room.
She took the boy to the park; they talked; they played. She distracted him. They distracted themselves.
“And…” Tommy continued “there’s the good one. She feels it when you are about to knock the door, when she receives your messages, or when you call and speak to the three of us”
Natasha giggled turning the steering wheel. “You guys are exposing her a lot…”
“Well, but we trust you.” Billy assured. Natasha turned to look at him and then quickly came back to look at the road.
“I trust you guys too,” she told them in a calm voice, “and I get nervous when I see her too,” she confessed.
“The good kind?” Tommy asked. She looked at him through the rear-view mirror and nodded.
“The absolutely good kind”
Or like that moment when they were all together watching a movie or just spending some time, and they would make some comments that would turn the two women red.
“Alright guys, it’s time to sleep.” Natasha climbed off the couch to stand up and push both boys up too.
Both Tommy and Billy snorted. “Can we stay up a little later?” they asked at the same time.
A twins' thing, I would say.
“No, you have school tomorrow.” Their mother answered still on the couch drinking a glass of wine.
“But you two will stay up late as always” Billy argued with his brows frowned. Natasha and Wanda looked at each other, fully blushed. “That’s unfair.”
“Yes, you two stay late watching those cheesy movies about kisses and love, ugh!” Tommy complained… there were no movies…
“That’s disgusting.” Both boys ensured.
“Enough!” Wanda raised her voice, “Both of you. To your bedrooms. Right now.”
They sighed and turned to say goodbye to Natasha. After a kiss and a hug, they both went up to their bedroom, leaving both women alone.
Natasha sat on the couch next to the witch again. Not close enough, but not that far either. Something clicked, definitely, and made them think that there were some things they should, at least, talk about.
Maybe their relationship.
Maybe how the boys would react to their relationship.
Maybe that topic that was left behind many days and… yes, months ago.
“You did it on purpose.” Natasha didn’t ask; she didn’t have to. She assumed without even having to look at the woman beside her.
But Wanda did look at her. She left the glass on the coffee table and sat straight. She couldn’t avoid this subject anymore. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”
“I won’t be.” Natasha swore and turned to look at her, “I just want to understand…”
The witch sighed, alright, here it goes…
“When I got pregnant, of course I got pregnant because of my powers. Vision hadn’t done anything. We actually never had sex. But I did love him. I loved him a lot." Wanda started to explain. “He was everything I had after you…” Natasha nodded.
“I guess the team was always right, I never learned how to manage my powers. I was so broken and sad. I needed something to hold onto. I needed something to remind me of you, to make me feel close to you forever.” Tears started to appear on both women's cheeks. "I missed you so much, Natalia." Wanda's voice broke. "I couldn't understand why you would leave me." Guilt filled Natasha's body.
“God, I’m so sorry…” she had to pull her girlfriend into a hug, and they both stayed cuddled in silence for a while. The only thing they would hear were their sobs. Then Wanda continued.
“Of course I got pregnant only thinking about you.” The witch recognized. “But it wasn’t conscious, I didn’t decide them to look like you, you just were in my mind, I wanted to be with you, and that’s all”
Natasha cupped her face and gave her a soft and kind kiss. “Would you ever forgive me?” She asked, voiceless. Wanda nodded, crying.
“I already did.” She confirmed.
“I never stopped loving you,” the older woman confessed, “I was just stupid and scared and ran off the only person who made my life worth living”
“You came back and that’s all that matters to me…”
Natasha hugged her body, and Wanda hid her face on her neck, the place she loved so much. The place she thinks she belongs to. “You did such a good job making them alike us” she heard the shorter woman speak, and Wanda laughed. That was true. She left a soft kiss on her neck and moved her face to look into her eyes.
Natasha raised her hand and caressed Wanda’s face with the tips of her fingers. She touched her cheeks, her nose, her lips… then she went down to her jaw and took her chance to kiss it sweetly.
“How does this continue?” The witch asked, absolutely charmed with the love.
“Would you let me take care of them?” Natasha asked softly. Wanda raised both of her brows.
“Like how you were doing until now?” She giggled.
Natasha nodded. “But now being one hundred percent sure they are my children.” The witch smiled.
“Yes, they are.” Wanda left no doubt. “But…”
Natasha looked at her attentively. “We should go slow with them, you know?”
“Of course, there’s a lot of information” they both agreed.
And the only thing Natasha could think about was how she had dreamt about having a family her whole life, and how happy she was right now making one with the love of her life.
To be honest, she was never absent when the boys were growing up. When Clint told her Wanda was pregnant, she came back almost running. One day, for the first time they had ever made love, she promised the witch she would always be by her side, no matter what.
Yes, and another day she ran away. Wanda woke up and found her bed empty. And she knew, she didn’t need a letter, no message. She knew this because she knew the woman she loved so much and how she always struggled with her feelings. She wasn’t made to love. She was made of marble.
“That’s what you think…” Wanda would refuse.
“That’s what I’ve been taught” Natasha would assure.
So the witch swallowed her sadness and tried to keep going with her life.
That’s when Vision held her, he comforted her, and she let herself be loved. He would sleep with her; he would kiss her, hug her. But nothing could ever be compared to the soft and feminine touch of her one true love.
But it was a little close. At least. Something that could be a grain of what she felt with Natasha. But it was something. And she was grateful to him.
But she would never let him be close to the way Natasha had touched her. And he respected it.
“I love you, Wanda” he would say.
And she would just hug him because it was hard to say it back while looking into his eyes, knowing that the only person she would ever love was Natalia Romanova.
Then the symptoms started to appear: she would wake up in the middle of the night and run to the bathroom to throw up; the nightmares about Natasha leaving her came back and were worse than before; Vision’s perfume would make her feel sick, and her back hurt a lot. That’s when Steve suggested she see Doctor Cho, and she announced the happy news. But Vision didn’t smile. He knew it was impossible for the baby to be his, but he also knew Wanda hadn’t been with anyone else, and if she had, the other person would probably be a woman, namely the one and only Black Widow.
So deep down, both Wanda and Vision knew this pregnancy was not theirs..
Yet, the team still greeted them as future parents-to-be. And then Natasha reappeared.
And she hugged Wanda so, so tightly.
And she congratulated her.
And her perfume never made Wanda feel sick.
And she said “I love you, Wanda”
And Wanda replied, looking directly into her eyes:
“I love you more, Natalia”
Then, Natalia held her hand and went to all her ultrasounds. Vision tried to stay away as much as he could, but Wanda made sure to include him in her family. She knew her Black Widow was not the one to trust to stay with her and her babies and take care of them, at least not at this moment. One time, she left her, knowing she could leave her, and the witch was too emotional to go through a crisis one more time. She had to make sure her babies would grow up healthy inside her womb.
But she kind of understood the spy. After all, Natasha thought these babies were Vision’s.
That’s why she respected their family privacy so much. Even though it hurt her as if someone had stabbed her heart with a sharp knife, Vision was the father of Wanda’s children, the love of her life's babies.
“But this is how it should be, you are made of marble,” a voice would sound inside her head. A voice she hated so much she would kill with her bare hands. “No, I should be the mother of her babies, I should be her wife, I should share my whole life with her,” Natasha cried. “I hate this, I hate you,” she shouted to no one but herself.
That’s when she found out she was made to love. Because she hated everything. She hated that she left her one true love, she hated that she had to see her in the arms of someone else, she hated that she couldn’t give the boys her last name. She hated that the family Wanda built was not hers too. But she loved her. And God, she loved her so much. She loved the boys; she loved the three of them as if they were the only thing in the world. They were her world.
So she promised Wanda, days before giving birth, that she would always be around them. She would be her best friend; she would be the boys’ aunt; she would be everything they needed her to be. And the witch just smiled at her, hoping she was telling the truth, hoping she wouldn’t leave them like she did before.
So far, Natasha had kept her promise.
Soft knocks were heard from the front door. Billy ran to open it and was greeted with a tight hug from Natasha, who lifted him up and started to spin, making the little boy crack with a loud laugh. Then she felt some arms hugging her waist from below, so she left Billy on the ground and kneeled to hug Tommy too.
“We missed you so much” the little boy said. Natasha smiled on his shoulder, looking at Wanda’s silhouette appearing down the stairs.
“I missed you all too.” she stood up and cupped the boy’s face before going to the younger witch.
“Hey…” she whispered. Wanda bit her lip and locked her neck between her arms. Natasha took advantage of their position and left a sweet kiss between her collarbones.
Wanda cupped her face and joined their lips in a passionate kiss. Oh yes, they told the boys they were together and they were so honestly happy for both of them. Although they avoided telling them the pregnancy thing. At least for now. They would tell them someday. But the boys were smart enough to suspect something.
And they sensed their mothers’ feelings.
When Wanda and Natasha sat them down to announce their relationship some weeks ago, the first thing Tommy asked was if they were now allowed to talk to Nat as their other mother, and yes of course, both women nodded happily.
“If you want to, of course you can…” Natasha suggested with some tears in her eyes, “Nothing would make me happier.”
The boys looked at each other with a smirk on their faces.
“So, are we a family now?” Billy asked sweetly.
Wanda smiled and cupped her boy’s cheek “We always have been.”
But now, Wanda and Natasha were kissing while the boys were hugging their legs with a disgusting grin on their faces and this was everything they needed to assure that yes. This was their family. The one they always dreamed of.
Natasha was the mother of Wanda’s children. That night she would ask her to be her wife. They had already talked about moving together in the next month. And even thought about having another baby in the future.
And, yes, Billy looked like Mom.
But Tommy looked like Mama.
And everything about genetic appearance was apparently right.