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Y/N could feel the nervous tremor in Wanda’s hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Hey,” she whispered softly, “we got this.”

Wanda nodded, forcing a small smile, but her heart was racing. It felt surreal — seeing her name listed as pregnant on the patient form, sitting here in a crisp white room with Y/N beside her.

Dr. Ramirez — a woman in her forties with kind brown eyes — looked up from the chart and offered a reassuring smile. “Alright, Wanda, congratulations. Based on your dates, it looks like you’re around eight weeks along, but we’ll confirm that today with an ultrasound.”

“Eight weeks…” Wanda repeated softly, her voice catching. Y/N looked at her with wide, awed eyes, and their fingers tightened together.

“Before we get started,” the doctor continued, her tone gentle but routine, “I just need to go through a few basic questions for your file.”

Wanda nodded nervously.

“Have you had any major medical conditions or surgeries?”

“No, nothing major,” Wanda said.

“Good. Any allergies?”

“None.”

The doctor typed something into her tablet, then looked up again. “Okay. And do you know who the father is?”

Wanda froze. Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. The question hung in the air — innocent on the surface, but heavy, layered with things most people wouldn’t understand.

Y/N’s hand gently brushed her arm, a quiet grounding touch. She leaned forward, her voice steady but kind. “I’m the other parent,” she said softly. “The other mother.”

Dr. Ramirez blinked, caught slightly off guard. “Oh,” she said quickly, eyes darting between them before softening into apology. “I see — I’m so sorry, I should have phrased that differently. So, was this through insemination or IVF?”

Wanda looked toward Y/N, who met the doctor’s eyes without hesitation, her tone calm and matter-of-fact.

“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head gently. “It was natural. I’m intersex.”

There was a pause — not uncomfortable, just careful. Dr. Ramirez blinked once, then nodded slowly, her expression shifting immediately from surprise to understanding. “Thank you for clarifying,” she said quietly. “I appreciate you telling me.”

Wanda watched Y/N, her chest tightening with both pride and love. Even here, in a setting that could’ve felt awkward or clinical, Y/N stood steady — protective but composed, like she’d done a thousand times before.

Dr. Ramirez smiled warmly. “Alright. I’ll make a note in your chart so that no one on staff makes any insensitive assumptions. Both of you will be treated as the parents, of course.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said sincerely.

The doctor rolled her stool closer. “Now, let’s take a look at your baby.”

Wanda lay back on the table, her heart pounding as she lifted her shirt. The cool gel made her flinch, and Y/N immediately reached for her hand again. Their fingers laced tightly, Y/N’s thumb tracing circles over Wanda’s skin.

The screen flickered to life — static first, then shapes, then something faint and rhythmic.

“There,” Dr. Ramirez said softly, pointing. “That’s your baby. And that little flicker you see…” She adjusted the probe slightly, and a faint sound filled the room — fast, steady, miraculous. “That’s the heartbeat.”

Wanda gasped, tears filling her eyes. The sound — that tiny, rhythmic pulse — made everything suddenly, achingly *real.*

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. Her hand tightened around Wanda’s as she stared at the screen, her lips trembling. “That’s… our baby,” she whispered, voice cracking.

Wanda turned her head, eyes glistening, and whispered, “Yeah.” Her free hand came up to wipe a tear that had already escaped.

Dr. Ramirez smiled softly. “Strong heartbeat. Looks perfect for eight weeks. Congratulations to both of you.”

Y/N leaned down, pressing a kiss to Wanda’s temple, whispering against her hair, “You’re amazing.”

Wanda let out a shaky laugh through her tears. “You’re crying too.”

“Yeah,” Y/N chuckled, her voice trembling with emotion, “I can’t help it.”

As the doctor printed a small strip of ultrasound images, Wanda looked at Y/N — really looked. The woman she’d fallen in love with at eighteen, the one who’d held her through panic and tears, who never once made her feel less than loved. And now she was here, holding Wanda’s hand as they listened to the sound of the life they created together.

When Dr. Ramirez handed Wanda the printout, she smiled through her tears. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Y/N brushed her thumb along Wanda’s knuckles and said softly, “I think I’ve never heard anything more beautiful in my life.”

And for the first time since she’d seen that positive test, Wanda felt only one thing — peace.

---

The afternoon sun filtered through the windshield, painting golden streaks across the dashboard. The hum of the clinic parking lot — the occasional car door shutting, a distant conversation — faded into the background as Y/N and Wanda sat in the car in silence. Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

Wanda was holding the ultrasound picture in both hands, staring at it like it was the most fragile, precious thing in the world. The tiny black-and-white blur didn’t look like much, but to her, it was everything.

Y/N sat beside her, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other gently rubbing small circles on Wanda’s thigh. She watched Wanda quietly, her heart full to bursting, unsure whether to smile or cry again.

After a while, Y/N broke the silence, her voice soft. “Can I see it?”

Wanda blinked, then turned the photo slightly toward her. “Yeah,” she whispered.

Y/N leaned closer, eyes tracing the faint shape on the paper. “That’s them, huh?” she murmured, her voice catching slightly. “So small… and already stealing my whole heart.”

Wanda smiled through tears she hadn’t realized were falling. “You’re such a sap,” she whispered, her tone teasing but tender.

“Yeah,” Y/N admitted with a small laugh, brushing a tear off her cheek with the back of her hand. “Guess I am. Can’t help it. Look at them — that’s our baby, Wanda.”

Her words were full of awe, almost disbelief. She leaned back in the seat, eyes shining as she exhaled deeply. “God, I still can’t believe it. You’re really… you’re really pregnant.”

Wanda nodded, still looking at the photo. “Eight weeks,” she whispered.

Y/N chuckled softly. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize earlier. The cravings. The morning sprints to the bathroom. How you suddenly couldn’t stand the smell of my shampoo.”

Wanda let out a laugh — a genuine, lighthearted sound — and shook her head. “You noticed all of that?”

“Of course I did,” Y/N said, grinning. “I notice everything about you.”

That made Wanda’s eyes soften, her smile turning shy. She looked down again at the picture, tracing the faint outline with her fingertip. “I was so scared,” she admitted quietly. “When I found out. I thought maybe you’d…”

Y/N turned to her immediately, her expression gentle but firm. “Hey,” she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind Wanda’s ear. “You never have to be scared of me. Not about this. Not about anything.”

Wanda’s breath trembled. “I just—” She looked up at her, eyes glistening. “It’s a big change, you know? We were planning everything — jobs, moving… I didn’t know how to fit this into all of it.”

Y/N leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Wanda’s. “We’ll figure it out,” she whispered. “We always do. Plans can change, but this—” she gently placed her hand over Wanda’s belly, “—this is something I already love more than any plan we ever made.”

Wanda let out a shaky sigh, her lips quivering into a small smile. She turned slightly, pressing her face into Y/N’s neck. “You’re gonna be such a good mom,” she murmured against her skin.

Y/N smiled, her voice cracking a little as she whispered back, “You too, princess.”

For a moment, they just sat there — Y/N’s hand still resting over Wanda’s stomach, the faint hum of the car engine the only sound between them. The fear, the uncertainty, the weight of everything ahead — it was all still there. But so was something stronger: warmth, love, and the unshakable feeling that they weren’t facing it alone.

Wanda finally looked up, her eyes red but peaceful now. “Can we just stay here a bit?” she asked softly.

Y/N nodded immediately. “As long as you want.”

So they did. Sitting there in the soft afternoon light, tangled together, the little ultrasound photo resting between them — a fragile piece of paper carrying the promise of everything to come.

---

The days after the appointment passed in a kind of soft haze.

Every morning, Y/N woke up before Wanda, brushing her fingers through Wanda’s hair and smiling faintly at the thought that, somewhere deep inside her, their baby was growing — tiny and miraculous. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe it. Between lectures, papers, and plans for graduation, it felt surreal to carry a secret so big it made her chest ache with warmth.

They hadn’t told anyone. Not yet. Not even Pietro.

Wanda wanted to, of course — there were moments when the words sat right on the tip of her tongue, especially when her brother called to talk about graduation plans or when Crystalia asked if she’d help decorate the dorm hall for the senior banquet. But every time, she looked at Y/N and saw that quiet, grounding smile — the one that said let’s keep this just ours for now — and she nodded.

Their secret felt like a fragile flame between them, something precious that needed protecting until the world was ready for it.

One evening, after class, they sat on the old bench near the lake behind campus. The sun was setting, casting golden ripples across the water. Wanda leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder, one hand absently resting over her stomach.

“You’re thinking about them again,” Y/N said softly, her lips curving into a small smile.

Wanda hummed. “I can’t help it. Every time I close my eyes, I imagine what they’ll look like.”

Y/N chuckled. “Hopefully your eyes and my charm.”

Wanda laughed quietly. “Your charm gets you in trouble more than it helps.”

“That’s not true,” Y/N teased. “It got me you, didn’t it?”

Wanda rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “You’re impossible.” She kiss Y/N tenderly. 

“I’m serious,” Y/N murmured against her lips. Her gaze softened. “You have no idea how happy I am, Wanda. I know it’s scary — and it’s going to be hard, I’m sure — but I wouldn’t trade this for anything. You, me, and… them.”

Wanda’s heart fluttered at the warmth in her voice. She turned to meet Y/N’s eyes and saw that same wonder she’d seen in the car that day — like Y/N still couldn’t believe she was allowed to feel this much love.

Wanda reached up to cup Y/N’s cheek, her thumb brushing softly along her skin. “You’re going to be amazing,” she whispered. “You already are.”

Y/N’s heart thudded at the words. She leaned in, capturing Wanda’s lips in a kiss that was slow, tender — and then deepened with the kind of emotion that came from everything they’d survived together. Wanda melted into it, fingers curling in Y/N’s collar, breathing her in. The world faded away for a moment — no classes, no deadlines, no fears — just the two of them, wrapped up in quiet warmth and love.

Then a voice cut through the stillness, loud and teasing.

“Well, well, we were looking for you two — and of course, you’re here making out.”

They broke apart instantly, both of them gasping as they turned toward the sound.

Standing a few feet away, grinning like they’d caught the world’s juiciest secret, were Nat and Carol. Nat had her hands on her hips, one brow raised, while Carol leaned casually against a nearby tree, smirking.

Wanda’s face went crimson. “W–we weren’t—”

“Sure,” Nat drawled, her smirk widening. “Totally believable. Just a casual study session by the lake, huh?”

Y/N groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You two have the worst timing.”

Carol chuckled, arms crossed loosely over her chest. “Come on, you can’t blame us for interrupting. You’ve been impossible to find all day. We’re all heading to that diner off campus — Pietro, Crystalia, everyone’s already there.”

Wanda blinked, still trying to recover from the surprise. “Everyone?”

“Everyone,” Nat confirmed. “And if we don’t leave now, Pietro’s going to eat the place out of fries before we even get there.”

Y/N sighed but smiled, brushing a thumb along Wanda’s hand. “Guess we better go before he starts charming the waitress again.”

Wanda chuckled, her embarrassment fading into a quiet fondness. Y/N stood first, offering her a hand to pull her up. Their fingers lingered together longer than necessary — enough for Nat to clear her throat loudly in mock disapproval.

“Okay, okay, lovebirds,” Carol teased as they started walking back toward campus. “Save the PDA for after dessert.”

---

The diner was glowing softly when they arrived — one of those small, old-fashioned places that smelled of butter, coffee, and nostalgia. Neon lights buzzed faintly against the windows, and laughter spilled out from a booth in the corner where Pietro and Crystalia were already seated.

“There they are!” Pietro called, waving his arm like he was trying to flag down an airplane. “About time!”

“Sorry,” Y/N said, sliding into the booth beside Wanda. “Someone decided to ambush us.” She shot a playful glare toward Carol and Nat, who sat across from them looking smug.

Crystalia smiled warmly, reaching for Pietro’s milkshake and taking a sip before he could protest. “We were starting to think you two forgot us.”

Wanda smiled faintly. “No, just… lost track of time.”

Nat smirked. “I bet.”

Pietro snorted, leaning back in his seat. “You guys are so predictable it’s actually sweet. One day, I’m going to walk in and—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Wanda warned, glaring at her brother.

He grinned, unbothered. “Fine, fine. Just saying — you two have always been this way. Remember back in high school when Melissa and Dad were downstairs, and you thought no one noticed you sneaking out of Wanda’s room at midnight?”

“Pietro!” Wanda gasped, her cheeks flushing scarlet as everyone at the table laughed.

Y/N buried her face in her hands, groaning. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Not a chance,” Pietro said proudly, grinning as Crystalia elbowed him to behave. “Some memories are too good to forget.”

The table erupted into laughter, Wanda still hiding her face in her hands while Y/N groaned, shaking her head. “I swear, Pietro, one day your teasing is going to be the death of me,” she muttered, though a fond smile tugged at her lips.

Crystalia reached over and gave Pietro a playful nudge. “Behave yourself, or I’m leaving you here to be roasted all night.”

“Too late,” Pietro replied, grinning. “I’m having way too much fun.”

Natasha chuckled, raising her glass. “Well, at least some things never change. Four years later, and you two are still making each other blush like high schoolers.”

Carol snorted. “Speak for yourself. I’ve always been immune to Pietro’s teasing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, nudging Carol playfully. “Yeah, sure. You’re just lucky he doesn’t have dirt on you like he does on me.”

Wanda reached across the table, taking Y/N’s hand in hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I like it,” she murmured softly, voice warm. “That you can still laugh together, even with everything going on.”

Y/N smiled down at her hand in Wanda’s, her heart swelling. “Always. No matter what.”

The conversation drifted then, moving from class schedules to graduation plans, then to their future dorms and job prospects. Pietro and Crystalia teased each other relentlessly, occasionally glancing at Wanda and Y/N with knowing smiles. Wanda leaned into Y/N’s shoulder, sighing softly.

“You know,” she murmured, “I think… I think we’re ready for this next step. Graduation, new apartment, everything.”

Y/N tilted her head, brushing a strand of hair behind Wanda’s ear. “We’ve always been ready. We just have to do it together.”

Across the table, Nat smirked. “Aww, you two are grossly cute, but I kind of live for it.”

Carol laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too mushy before we finish dessert.”

The rest of the dinner was filled with laughter, teasing, and lighthearted banter. Even as the world outside continued to pull at their responsibilities—thesis deadlines, job applications, and the unknown of the future—the moment at the table reminded them all that some things, like friendship and love, remained constant.

As they finally left the diner, Pietro looping an arm through Crystalia’s, and Nat and Carol walking close together, Y/N and Wanda lingered for a moment.

Wanda rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder, smiling softly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For… everything.”

Y/N kissed the top of her head. “Always, princess. Always.”

And for that night, with the city lights flickering around them, the stress of the coming months felt lighter. They had each other, their friends, and even in the chaos of growing up, they could find moments of peace and laughter that made it all worth it.

---

The last month went by in a blur — long days, sleepless nights, and the bittersweet rush of realizing their college years were coming to an end. Between gown fittings and last-minute projects, Y/N and Wanda barely had time to breathe.

But beneath the surface chaos, there was a quiet rhythm between them — a secret heartbeat shared in glances and soft touches. Every week, they went to the doctor together, Y/N always holding Wanda’s hand tightly as they listened to the faint but steady pulse of the baby’s heart. Each visit made it more real — the small flutter on the monitor, the tiny bump that had begun to grow.

And while Y/N couldn’t stop smiling whenever she caught sight of Wanda’s tummy, Wanda had become more self-conscious as her body started to change. She wore oversized sweaters and loose dresses, often tugging at the fabric to make sure nothing showed.

Y/N noticed, of course. She always did. She’d watch Wanda from across the room — her delicate fingers adjusting her hoodie, her soft sighs when she looked in the mirror — and Y/N’s heart would ache with love.

Sometimes, when they were alone, she’d step behind Wanda, slide her arms around her waist, and rest her chin on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” Y/N would whisper, her hands gently caressing the curve of Wanda’s belly. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Wanda would blush, leaning back against her. “You’re biased.”

“Completely,” Y/N would tease, pressing a kiss to her neck. “And I don’t care.”

Still, Wanda insisted on wearing baggy clothes when they went out — especially around their friends. She wasn’t ready for anyone to know. Not yet. The thought of questions, of judgment, of her father finding out before she was ready — it all terrified her.

Meanwhile, Y/N was busy planning something else entirely. Between classes and doctor visits, she spent her late evenings quietly coordinating with Pietro. They’d meet in the coffee shop across from campus, whispering over mugs of steaming lattes.

“She has no clue?” Pietro asked one night, smirking over the rim of his cup.

“None,” Y/N said, a small, nervous smile tugging at her lips. “I want it to be perfect. After graduation, after everything settles… I want her to remember that day for the rest of her life.”

Pietro chuckled, leaning back. “You’re really going all out, huh?”

Y/N nodded, her eyes soft. “She deserves it.”

Every moment that month felt heavier and sweeter. Wanda’s laughter in the morning as Y/N burned toast, the way she hummed absentmindedly while reading, the way her hand always found Y/N’s when they walked across campus. They’d been through so much — the heartbreak, the fears, the healing — and now they were standing on the edge of a brand-new chapter.

The night before graduation, the apartment was filled with quiet anticipation. Their caps and gowns hung neatly by the door, polished shoes waiting beside them. Wanda stood by the mirror, brushing her hair, her reflection calm but thoughtful.

Y/N came up behind her, slipping her arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple. “Tomorrow’s the big day,” she whispered, her voice full of warmth.

Wanda smiled faintly. “Yeah. I can’t believe it’s finally here.”

“You did it, Wanda. We did it,” Y/N said softly, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

Wanda turned around, resting her hands on Y/N’s chest. “And after tomorrow?”

Y/N smiled, heart racing — thinking of the little velvet box hidden in her drawer, the speech she’d practiced in her head a hundred times. “After tomorrow,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind Wanda’s ear, “we start everything.”

Wanda’s lips curved into a small smile. She didn’t know what Y/N meant exactly, but something in her voice made her chest flutter — a quiet promise of something beautiful waiting just beyond tomorrow.

---

The morning of graduation dawned clear and bright — the kind of day that seemed to shimmer with promise. The sky was cloudless, sunlight spilling across the city as though the world itself was celebrating.

Wanda stood in front of the mirror in their small apartment, carefully pinning her cap over her soft waves. Her hands trembled just a little — a mix of excitement and disbelief. After years of sleepless nights, laughter, heartbreak, and rebuilding, this day had finally arrived.

Behind her, Y/N adjusted her own gown, the fabric falling neatly over her frame. Her tie was slightly crooked, and Wanda, noticing it in the reflection, turned and reached up to fix it.

“Hold still,” she murmured.

Y/N smiled, watching her through half-lidded eyes. “I like when you fuss over me.”

Wanda rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the fond smile tugging at her lips. “You’d walk on stage looking like a mess if I didn’t.”

“Probably,” Y/N admitted, chuckling. But beneath the easy laughter, her heart pounded. The small velvet box was in her bag — tucked inside a folded handkerchief at the bottom. Every step she took, every moment that passed, brought her closer to it.

When they finally left for campus, the streets were already buzzing with energy. Graduates in their black robes filled the sidewalks, caps tilted at every angle, families taking pictures on every corner.

As they reached the quad, Pietro and Crystalia waved them over. Pietro looked handsome in his gown, hair neatly slicked back — though his grin ruined any attempt at formality.

“Well, look at you two,” he said, giving Y/N a teasing nudge. “Ready to officially be adults?”

Y/N smirked. “Not sure about ‘adults,’ but we’re here.”

Crystalia hugged Wanda, whispering, “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” Wanda said softly, smoothing her gown. The loose fabric did a good job of hiding her small bump, though she caught Y/N’s approving glance and blushed.

Soon Carol and Nat joined them, both laughing about how Carol’s cap wouldn’t sit straight. Nat fixed it for her, stealing a quick kiss that made everyone around them groan and cheer.

“Gross,” Pietro muttered, though his grin betrayed him.

“Jealous,” Nat shot back, looping her arm through Carol’s.

The ceremony itself was beautiful — a sea of graduates sitting in perfect rows, the sound of names echoing under the warm sunlight. Parents and friends filled the stands, cameras flashing like stars.

When Y/N’s name was called, Wanda’s heart nearly burst with pride. She clapped so hard her palms stung, her eyes misting as she watched Y/N stride across the stage with confident ease, diploma in hand, a proud smile lighting up her face.

Then it was Wanda’s turn. She stepped forward, the applause blending into a haze. But all she could see was Y/N standing near the edge of the stage, waiting for her, eyes filled with pure, unfiltered love.

When the final speech ended and the graduates tossed their caps into the air, the courtyard erupted in cheers. Caps spun like black confetti against the bright blue sky. Y/N found Wanda immediately, catching her in her arms and spinning her around.

“We did it!” Wanda laughed, clinging to her tightly.

“We did,” Y/N murmured, her voice low, almost reverent.

They spent the next hour taking pictures with friends, posing with diplomas, laughing as Pietro photobombed every shot. Melissa was there too, teary-eyed as she hugged Y/N so tightly that Y/N had to laugh.

“My little girl… look at you,” Melissa whispered, cupping her cheek. “Your dad would be so proud.”

Y/N’s throat tightened. “Thanks, Mom.”

Nearby, Eric stood a little apart with Pietro and Crystalia, watching. Wanda hesitated before walking over, Y/N’s hand steadying her as she did.

“Hi, Papa,” she said softly.

Eric smiled — small but warm. “Hi, sweetheart. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

His gaze shifted briefly to Y/N, and for a moment, the air between them was quiet but peaceful — the kind of silence that spoke of forgiveness and time.

“Good work, both of you,” he said sincerely.

“Thanks,” Y/N replied, her tone equally soft.

When the crowd began to thin and the afternoon sun turned golden, Y/N’s nerves started to rise. Pietro caught her eye from across the field, giving her a subtle nod — the signal they’d planned.

Wanda was chatting with Nat and Carol, laughter lighting up her face, when Y/N called her name.

“Hey, princess,” she said, smiling despite the rapid thrum of her heart. “Come with me for a sec?”

Wanda blinked, curious but compliant. “What’s going on?”

“Just… something I want to show you.”

They walked toward the edge of the courtyard where a small flower garden stretched along the old stone wall. It was quieter there — the sound of celebration fading into the distance. The late sunlight filtered through the trees, painting Wanda’s hair gold.

Y/N turned to her, taking both of her hands. “Four years,” she began softly, her voice trembling. “Four years of growing, learning, fighting, and loving you more than I ever thought I could.”

Wanda’s smile wavered, emotion welling in her eyes. “Y/N…”

“I know we’ve been through so much,” Y/N continued. “But every moment — the good, the bad, the terrifying — led me here. To you. To this.”

Wanda frowned slightly, confused — until Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out the small velvet box.

Her breath caught.

Y/N dropped to one knee.

The world seemed to stop. The sunlight, the distant voices, even Wanda’s heartbeat — everything blurred into a single, breathtaking moment.

“Wanda Maximoff,” Y/N said, her voice breaking but steady, “you’re my heart, my home, my reason for everything. I want to spend every day making you smile, holding your hand, and building our future together — the three of us.” Her eyes flickered down for just a second toward Wanda’s belly. “Will you marry me?”

Wanda’s hand flew to her mouth, tears spilling over her cheeks before she could even breathe.

“Y/N…” she whispered, choking on a sob. “Yes. Yes, of course I will.”

Y/N slipped the ring onto her finger, her own hands trembling. The second she stood, Wanda threw her arms around her, kissing her through tears, through laughter, through every emotion that had ever lived between them.

Applause erupted nearby — their friends had been watching the whole time, cheering and whistling as Pietro shouted, “Finally!”

Y/N and Wanda broke the kiss just long enough to laugh, foreheads pressed together, tears mingling with joy.

---

Wanda’s eyes lit up as she spotted a familiar figure in the crowd — her breath catching as she realized who it was.

“Papa? H-he knows?” she whispered, stunned.

Olek Maximoff stood a few feet away, clapping proudly, his eyes misty as he smiled at her and Y/N. The sight hit Wanda like a wave — she hadn’t expected him to come, not after all the distance and unspoken things between them. 

Y/N smiled, eyes soft, a hint of nervous pride in her tone. She brushed a loose strand of hair from Wanda’s cheek, her thumb lingering there. “I asked for his blessing. A few months ago.”

Wanda’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. “You—what?”

Y/N’s grin was tender, almost shy. “Yeah. I wanted him to know my intentions before I asked you to marry me.”

Wanda blinked rapidly, trying to process it all — the graduation joy, the man she loved standing in front of her, and her father, who hadn’t smiled this proudly in years. “You’ve been planning this for a long time?” she whispered, voice trembling.

“Since winter break,” Y/N admitted with a chuckle. “Since before everything got complicated.” She reached out, placing her hand gently over Wanda’s still-flat but softly rounding belly. “Long before we even knew about this little miracle.”

Wanda swallowed hard, her eyes glistening. “So you’re not… asking because of the baby?”

Y/N’s gaze softened instantly, and she shook her head. “No, sweetheart. I’m asking because I can’t imagine a life that doesn’t have you in it. The baby just makes it even more perfect.”

For a moment, Wanda forgot about the crowd, the music, the graduation noise around them. It was just them — two souls who had stumbled through fire and still found their way back to each other.

“Y/N…” she breathed, emotion thick in her voice, but Y/N silenced her gently with a soft kiss, just enough to still her trembling lips.

A moment later, their friends and families began to gather around — Pietro, Nat, Carol, Crystalia, and both of their parents, all laughing and hugging, taking pictures, sharing congratulations. The air was filled with warmth and the glow of the setting sun.

Y/N kept her arm around Wanda’s waist, her thumb brushing small circles on her hip as she leaned in close to her ear. “Hey…” she whispered softly, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “Do you want to tell them? About the baby?”

Wanda looked up at her — eyes full of love, but also nerves. Her gaze drifted toward her father, who was laughing with Melissa and Pietro, then back to Y/N.

“Maybe,” Wanda whispered, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “But… only if you’re ready too.”

Y/N’s answering smile was pure warmth, the kind that made Wanda’s heart flutter. “I’ve been ready for everything with you.”

Wanda’s hand found hers and gave a small, steady squeeze. “Okay.”

Y/N took a breath, glancing around at the gathered group — their friends laughing, their families still chatting over shared memories and graduation stories. She felt her chest swell with love, with pride.

“Hey, everyone!” Y/N called out, her voice cutting gently through the noise. Pietro and Nat turned first, then Melissa, then Olek and the rest. Y/N’s grin widened as all eyes turned toward them. “So, uh… we actually have one more piece of news.”

Wanda’s cheeks flushed as Y/N’s arm slipped around her waist. Her heart raced as the group leaned in with curious smiles.

“What kind of news?” Carol asked, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N exchanged a quick, soft glance with Wanda — one last silent you ready? — and when Wanda nodded, Y/N smiled and said, voice trembling slightly with emotion, “We’re… having a baby.”

For a heartbeat, there was only stunned silence — eyes wide, mouths open, a collective blink as everyone processed what they’d just heard. And then—

“What?!” Pietro nearly shouted, his voice cracking as Crystalia squealed beside him.

“Oh my God!” Nat gasped, her smirk melting into a wide, shocked grin.

Carol let out a cheer, and within seconds, the quiet moment exploded into laughter, clapping, and tears.

Melissa was the first to move, hurrying over and pulling both Y/N and Wanda into her arms — but not before she gave Y/N a sharp slap on the arm. “At least you followed the one rule while you two were living in my house!” she scolded, half laughing, half crying.

“Mom!” Y/N groaned, rubbing her arm, embarrassed but smiling.

Melissa’s mock glare softened immediately, and she shook her head with a tearful smile before wrapping them both in a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” she whispered to Y/N, then turned to Wanda and cupped her cheek tenderly. “And you, honey — thank you for loving her. I’m so happy.”

Wanda’s throat tightened. “Thank you,” she managed softly, leaning into the warmth of Melissa’s embrace.

When Melissa stepped aside, the group shifted again — and Wanda’s smile faltered slightly as her gaze landed on her father. Olek Maximoff had been quiet, watching from a few feet away, his expression unreadable.

Y/N felt Wanda tense under her arm and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

Olek stepped closer, his eyes glimmering with something deep and quiet — not disappointment, not anger… but emotion. He stopped in front of Wanda and, for a long moment, said nothing. Then his features softened.

“My little girl…” he murmured, his voice thick with feeling. He reached out, resting a large, warm hand against her cheek. “You’ve grown so much.”

And then he pulled her into his arms.

Wanda froze for a second, stunned — and then melted into the embrace, tears spilling silently down her face as her father held her.

“I’m proud of you,” Olek whispered against her hair. “Of both of you.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her chest aching as she watched them.

When Olek finally pulled back, he reached out and took Y/N’s hand, his grip firm but kind. “Take care of her,” he said quietly.

Y/N nodded, voice low but steady. “Always.”

The celebration that followed was nothing short of chaos — the good kind. The kind that filled the air with laughter, music, and the sound of glasses clinking. The kind that made the night feel endless and golden.

Graduation had already been a high — caps tossed in the air, pictures taken, tears shed. But now, at the cozy little restaurant they’d rented out for the evening, everything felt even brighter.

Wanda and Y/N sat side by side at the long table, their fingers laced under the tablecloth as their families and friends buzzed around them — celebrating three milestones at once: graduation, engagement, and the news of the baby.

Melissa was at the center of it all, her energy impossible to contain. She kept flitting between Wanda and Y/N, alternating between proud tears and playful scolding. “I can’t believe my little girl graduated and got engaged all in the same day,” she gushed for what had to be the fifth time, wiping at her eyes with a napkin. Then she turned to Wanda with a conspiratorial grin. “And you! You’re glowing already. Oh, sweetheart, look at you.”

Wanda flushed, trying to hide behind her glass of water, but Melissa wouldn’t have it.

“Come on, let me see,” Melissa insisted, motioning for her to stand.

“Mom,” Y/N groaned, amused and mortified in equal measure.

But Crystalia had already joined in, her eyes sparkling as she leaned forward eagerly. “Yes, show us! You can’t just say you’re pregnant and not show off a little bump!”

“I barely have one,” Wanda laughed, cheeks pink, but when Y/N gave her an encouraging nod, she sighed, stood up, and carefully lifted the edge of her loose blouse just enough to reveal the faintest curve of her lower belly.

For a moment, there was silence — soft, reverent, full of awe.

Then Melissa gasped and clasped her hands together. “Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, tears welling up again. “You’re really having a baby.”

Crystalia practically squealed. “Oh my God, that’s the cutest little bump I’ve ever seen!”

Carol leaned back in her chair with a grin. “Give it a few months, Crys. Then you’ll be saying that about her ankles.”

“Hey!” Wanda laughed, mock glaring at her, but the affection in her eyes gave her away.

Y/N stood, wrapping an arm around Wanda’s waist and pulling her close, resting her hand gently over Wanda’s belly. “You two are going to scare the baby before it’s even born,” she teased, but her tone was soft — filled with pride, with love, with something almost sacred.

Nat smirked from across the table. “I think the baby’s already tough. Look at their moms.”

Pietro laughed, lifting his glass. “To the strongest, most terrifying, and definitely most emotional couple I know.”

“Hey!” Y/N threw a napkin at him, and everyone burst out laughing.

Even Olek cracked a rare smile, shaking his head at the chaos but clearly moved. His eyes kept finding Wanda across the table — the way she laughed, the way she leaned into Y/N — and he couldn’t help but smile wider every time.

The night stretched on beautifully — shared stories, clinking glasses, teasing from old friends. The group eventually moved to the small outdoor patio, fairy lights twinkling overhead, a soft breeze carrying the sound of their laughter into the night.

Wanda leaned into Y/N’s side, head resting on her shoulder as she watched Melissa and Crystalia still gushing over baby name ideas with Carol and Nat trying to rein them in. “They’re never going to stop, are they?” she murmured, smiling faintly.

“Probably not,” Y/N said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “But hey, at least they love you.”

Wanda tilted her head up to meet her gaze, her green eyes shining softly in the glow of the lights. “They love us,” she corrected, her voice gentle but full of certainty.

Y/N’s chest tightened with emotion as she reached up and brushed her thumb along Wanda’s jaw. “Yeah,” she whispered. “They really do.”

For a while, they just sat there in the warmth of it all — the laughter, the joy, the hum of music, and the comfort of knowing they weren’t alone.

Melissa eventually came over and wrapped them both in a hug, pulling Crystalia in too. “You two better get used to all of this attention,” she said, half-joking, half-crying again.

Wanda smiled, her hand finding Y/N’s. “Good,” she said softly. “Because I don’t think we could do this without all of you.”

Crystalia grinned. “Oh, trust me — we wouldn’t let you.”

Everyone laughed again, the sound blending into the soft clinking of glasses and the music playing faintly in the background.

“Alright,” she said, cutting through the chatter, her grin tugging wider as she pulled something out. “Since everyone’s already making baby name lists and nursery plans… I might as well show you this.”

She held up a small, glossy photo — the black and white sonogram — the faint outline of the tiny being inside Wanda’s womb visible in the grainy image.

For a heartbeat, no one said a word.

Then Melissa gasped so loudly the whole table turned. “Oh my God!” she squealed, nearly snatching the photo out of Y/N’s hand. “That’s— that’s my grandbaby!”

Crystalia leaned in instantly, her eyes going wide, a hand flying to her mouth. “Oh, look at that! You can *see the little head! Oh, Wanda, look at that little peanut!”

Wanda laughed, blushing furiously as she glanced at Y/N. “You had that in your wallet?”

“Of course I did,” Y/N said, smiling softly, her tone fond. “First picture of our baby. I wasn’t letting it out of my sight.”

Melissa dabbed at her eyes again, shaking her head. “I can’t believe this,” she whispered, voice trembling between laughter and tears. “You’re both graduates, engaged, and now— now I get to be a grandma.”

Crystalia reached over to hug her, squealing again. “Oh, we’re going to spoil that baby so much. I’m already planning gifts!”

Pietro, who had been leaning back in his chair grinning, perked up immediately. “*Excuse me,*” he said, mock offended. “Spoil the baby? That’s my job. I’m the uncle. The best uncle.”

“Best uncle?” Nat drawled from across the table, smirking. “You mean co-conspirator in chaos?”

“Exactly,” Pietro replied proudly, raising his glass. “That kid’s going to have the coolest uncle and aunt ever.”

Carol nudged Nat with her elbow. “So… you’re admitting it?”

Nat smirked, taking a sip of her drink. “Hey, I’m not denying it. But someone’s gotta teach the kid how to sneak cookies before dinner.”

Everyone burst out laughing, the sound rolling warmly around the room.

Melissa, still holding the sonogram like it was a sacred artifact, finally handed it back to Y/N — after snapping a few photos of it on her phone, of course. “You better send me a digital copy,” she insisted. “I’m framing this.”

“Mom—”

“Framing it,” Melissa repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Crystalia had her phone out too, grinning ear to ear. “I need to send this to my parents! Oh, they’re going to lose their minds!”

Wanda groaned softly, hiding her face in Y/N’s shoulder as laughter rippled through the table again. “This is exactly why I wanted to wait,” she muttered, though she was smiling the whole time.

Y/N wrapped an arm around her, laughing softly. “You say that, but look at them,” she whispered against her temple. “They’re happy. We’re happy. This—” she nodded toward the group — Melissa wiping at her eyes again, Pietro and Nat mock arguing about who’d be the baby’s favorite, Carol and Crystalia cooing over the sonogram — “this is everything I ever wanted.”

Wanda tilted her head up, her smile soft and full of love. “Yeah,” she murmured, resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “Me too.”

The table stayed loud, filled with teasing, laughter, and the occasional emotional outburst from Melissa, but for Wanda and Y/N, it all felt like a blur of light — love wrapping around them from every side.

When Pietro leaned over, holding up his glass again, everyone joined in the toast.

“To the graduates,” he said first.

“To the engagement,” Nat added with a smirk.

“And,” Melissa said, her voice catching, “to the little miracle that’s already brought us all even closer.”

They clinked their glasses together, laughter following like music, and in that moment — surrounded by family, friends, and love — Y/N and Wanda knew they were exactly where they were meant to be.

---

Later that night at home, steam still clung faintly to Y/N’s skin as she stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying her hair. The soft light in the bedroom fell over Wanda’s form — already curled beneath the covers, her hair spread out over the pillow, her hand resting gently over the small swell of her belly. She looked half-asleep, serene.

Y/N smiled quietly, slipping under the sheets and wrapping an arm around her from behind. Her lips brushed the curve of Wanda’s shoulder. “Hey,” she murmured softly. “You’re warm.”

“Mmm,” Wanda hummed, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You took forever.”

Y/N chuckled, pressing a kiss behind her ear. “You could’ve joined me.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Wanda whispered, her tone carrying that lazy, teasing warmth. But before Y/N could say another word, Wanda turned suddenly in her arms — her eyes dark and soft all at once — and caught Y/N’s mouth in a hungry kiss.

The surprise made Y/N’s breath hitch, but she melted into it instantly, one hand finding Wanda’s waist, the other cradling her jaw. Wanda kissed her like she’d been holding it back all night — deep, desperate, almost greedy.

“Wanda—” Y/N started to say between breaths, but Wanda only murmured against her lips, “Don’t talk.”

Her fingers threaded through Y/N’s damp hair, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Y/N could feel the warmth radiating from Wanda’s skin, the quick rhythm of her heartbeat. Wanda pressed herself against her, sighing softly at the contact, her lips trailing along Y/N’s jaw, down to her neck.

Y/N groaned low, eyes fluttering shut as Wanda nipped gently at her skin. “Someone’s… in a mood,” Y/N teased, her voice roughened with affection.

Wanda’s laugh was breathy, almost shy but still mischievous. “Maybe it’s your fault,” she whispered, her breath warm against Y/N’s throat. “You shouldn’t look this good fresh out of the shower.”

Y/N chuckled, her hand gliding up Wanda’s back in slow, soothing circles that contrasted Wanda’s urgency. “So this is what pregnancy hormones do, huh?”

Wanda hummed, hiding her face in Y/N’s neck, embarrassed but grinning. “Maybe…” she murmured. “Or maybe I just can’t get enough of you.”

That made Y/N’s heart flutter in her chest. She tilted Wanda’s chin up and kissed her again — slower this time, deeper, the kind of kiss that spoke of love more than hunger.

Wanda sighed into it, melting, her fingers still clutching Y/N’s shirt like she couldn’t bear to let go. Her hips shifted closer, her body seeking warmth and reassurance more than anything else.

Wanda reached her hand down, palming Y/N’s hardness through the thin fabric of the towel around her waist, feeling it twitch and thicken against her touch.

Y/N let out a low, involuntary groan, the sudden, intimate contact making her eyes flash open. "Wanda..." she breathed out, her voice a rough whisper of surprise and desire. Her own hand instinctively found the curve of Wanda's hip, pulling her in flush against her body.

Wanda smiled against Y/N's neck, a small, knowing smile full of mischief and tenderness. She loved how easy it was to surprise Y/N, how quickly she could derail any casual moment into something charged with pure feeling.

"See?" Wanda murmured, pulling back just enough to look Y/N in the eyes, her gaze dark and focused. "I told you not to talk."

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, the events of the day—the graduation, the proposal, the baby announcement—all coalescing into this single, perfect moment of connection. There was no chaos here, no fear of the future, just the warmth of Wanda's body against hers and the profound intimacy of her touch.

"We have so much to celebrate," Y/N whispered, her thumb tracing the line of Wanda's jaw, her eyes reflecting the fierce love and commitment she felt. Her voice was thick, raw with emotion. "And right now, all I want to do is celebrate you."

Wanda’s expression softened, the playful fire in her eyes changing into something deeply loving. She leaned forward, pressing her lips softly to Y/N’s, a gesture of profound tenderness that held more meaning than the hunger of the previous kiss.

"That's all I want too," Wanda whispered back, her voice barely audible. Her hand going inside Y/N’s boxers, and taking Y/N’s length into her hand. She pressed a teasing kiss to Y/N's jaw. "Just you. All night." Another kiss, “deep inside me” she whisper agains Y/N’s ear.

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Y/N’s POV

Wanda’s fingers curled around you, slow and sure, her touch warm and deliberate. The way she said it—deep inside me—sent a shiver through your entire body, your hips twitching instinctively into her hand.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” you breathed, voice trembling with desire, heart pounding like thunder in your ears.

She giggled softly against your neck—light, breathy—but there was nothing innocent about the way she began to stroke you, firm and teasing. “Promises,” she murmured, nipping lightly at your earlobe. “But I think we both know… you’re the one who can’t say no to me.”

Your hands tightened on her waist, breath hitching as sensation rolled over you in waves. “You’re impossible,” you whispered—but there was no protest in it. Only love. Only need.

Wanda lifted her head just enough to meet your eyes again—the dim light catching the glint of mischief still dancing there—and slowly guided one of your hands down between us... until your fingers brushed damp heat through the thin fabric of her panties.

“Check for yourself,” she whispered against your lips. “See how ready I am? That’s all you, Y/N.”

A low groan escaped before you could stop it.

Then, Wanda pull you on top of her. Her legs spreading for you. “Fuck me detka. I need you” Wanda moan. 

Wanda lay beneath you, her eyes dark and hungry, her body trembling with need. The way she looked at you… like you were the only thing that could ever satisfy her… it made your mind go blank.

Her words, so shameless, so blunt… I need you. You could feel the heat radiating off of her, see the flush of desire on her skin. Just the sound of her voice, ragged with lust, made you feel like you were on fire.

Her words were like electricity, igniting every nerve ending, erasing every thought from your mind except a primal, undeniable need.

You leaned in, pressing your body against Wanda's, your lips finding her neck. You kissed and bit, nipping at her skin, leaving a trail of marks that told a story of your love, of your need. 

"You're so gorgeous," you whispered, your hands roaming over her body, mapping every contour, every curve. "So perfect."

Wanda arched into your touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She pulled you closer, her legs wrapping around you, drawing you into her warmth. 

"Please," she murmured, her voice barely more than a breath, "Don't make me wait." She tilted her head back, exposing her throat to you, and in that moment, you knew what she was asking, what she needed.

You pull back sitting between her legs “remove your clothes for me, princess” she says as she start to remove her own clothes. 

Wanda's breath caught in her throat at the request, her eyes darkening even more, if possible. There was something about your commanding tone, your possessive, raw need that brought her to the edge of her own self-control.

Without a word, she obeyed, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt, her gaze never leaving yours. She lifted it slowly, inch by inch, revealing the soft curves of her skin, the smooth plane of her stomach, the faint marks where her body was beginning to change to accommodate the life growing inside her.

She tossed the shirt aside, her hands moving to her pants, her eyes never leaving your face. The tension between you was palpable, thick enough to touch, as Wanda obeyed your command. Finally, she was completely bare before you – vulnerable, wanting, so perfectly, perfectly yours.

"Is this what you wanted?" She asked, her voice just above a whisper, the hint of a challenge there. Her hands moved to her sides, a silent question: "Now what?"

You remove her boxers, making your cock slap on your navel on purpose.

Wanda’s breath hitched, her eyes locking onto your cock. A slow, wicked smile curled her lips as she took in the sight of it so hard already.

“Mmm,” she hummed, arching an eyebrow. “Trying to show off?”

She reached out then—not to touch you yet—but to trail just one fingertip down your chest, over your stomach… then lower… until that single nail tapped playfully against the base of you.

“Because I already know how much trouble this is going to be,” she teased softly. “So big… so needy.” Her voice dropped lower. “But I want every inch.”

And with that—her hand closed around you firmly—a promise wrapped in heat and motion.

“Not yet, princess.” You push her back gently “I wanna eat you out first” You lean down between her legs, kissing Wanda’s baby bump first. 

Wanda's breath caught as she felt your lips press gently against the soft curve of her belly—tender, reverent. A wave of emotion washed over her, sudden and deep: love, awe, safety. Her hands instinctively cradled the swell as your kiss lingered, sweet and grounding.

Then—lower you went.

The moment your mouth finally touched her—hot, slow, deliberate—a moan tore from Wanda’s throat like she couldn’t hold it back even if she tried. Her fingers tangled in the sheets… then in your hair.

“Y/N—ah!” Her hips lifted off the bed slightly as you teased her clit with slow circles. “You’re… going to ruin me,” she gasped between breaths.

But you didn’t stop—you couldn't. Not when she tasted this sweet... not when every whimper was a song meant just for you.

“You’re mine,” you murmured against her slick heat before plunging back in—and Wanda cried out like it was both a blessing and a curse.

You felt her shiver beneath you, hips arching into your mouth as if begging for more. Each gasp, each moan, each ragged breath fed the growing fire within you—

But it was Wanda herself who was the match. 

You heard your name spill from her lips in a desperate, needy plea.

"Y/N—please—I'm so close—" Wanda gasped, her hips bucking against your mouth, her fingers tightening in your hair. Her thighs trembled around your head, her body coiled tight like a spring.

You could feel it—the way she swelled beneath your tongue, the slick heat of her pleasure building to its peak. And you wanted it. Wanted to give this to her. 

So you didn’t stop.

Instead, you pressed deeper—two fingers sliding easily inside her as your mouth closed over her clit and sucked.

Her cry was sharp and beautiful—a sound meant for no one else but you—as she shattered completely, body trembling through the waves of release.

Only then did you finally pull back just enough to watch—your chin glistening—to see Wanda collapse into the sheets with a sigh so deep it came from soul itself.

You smirked up at her through hooded eyes. “Still think I’m impossible?”

You kiss your way up on Wanda’s body, taking your time on Wanda’s baby bump, until you were face to face with Wanda. “I’m not done, princess” 

Wanda's skin tingled at the touch of your lips as they trailed up her body—the swell of her belly, the curve of her breast, the sensitive spot just below her collarbone. Each kiss was both a tender caress and a promise, leaving her desperate for more.

By the time your face hovered just above hers, her eyes were dark with desire—but also something else. A mixture of trust, adoration and a raw, unguarded need that only you could see. 

She lifted a hand to cup your jaw, her thumb tracing over your lip. "Good," she whispered.

You lean down to kiss Wanda deeply while she reach between you two to guide your cock. 

The kiss deepened, the two of you melting into each other with a familiar hunger. Wanda's fingers traced a path down your body—her grip possessive and eager as she cupped your cheek in her hand, drawing you impossibly closer. 

She broke the kiss with a gasp, her breath hot on your neck. "Please—" she gasped out, her voice low and breathy. "I need you."

You position her cock against her entrance, “tell me if you feel any discomfort, ok?” 

Wanda's breath hitched at the feel of you, so close, so intimate, so perfectly right. She could sense the restraint in your body, the careful way you held yourself just above her. But beneath it all, there was a vulnerability in your words that made her heart skip a beat.

She looked up at you, then, her eyes dark with desire and trust. "I'm fine, darling," she whispered. "I trust you." The unspoken I love you echoed in the air between you.

“You are pregnant, my love. I don’t wanna risk it” 

Your words, so tender and caring, made something flutter inside her. It was true, she was pregnant, and the last thing you wanted was to hurt her. But somehow, in this moment, that only seemed to make her love you more.

She brought a hand up to cup your jaw again, her touch soft and reassuring. "I know, darling," she murmured. "You're protecting us both. But I promise you, I'm okay." 

A small, intimate smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Now… less talking."

A low chuckle escaped your chest at the playful command, the familiar spark igniting in your eyes. "As you wish, princess," you murmured against her skin before teasingly running your tongue along her jawline.

With one hand still braced by her head, the other found its way between her legs, teasing her entrance with a slow, agonizing rhythm. 

"You sure?" you whispered, the words more of a statement than a question. Your self-control was thinning, your body aching for her in a way that was beginning to feel like an addiction.

Wanda gasped at the touch—the way you knew just how to tease her, to drive her closer to the edge of losing control—it made her dizzy, desperate. Her hips instinctively lifted into your touch, chasing the friction she craved. Your name on her lips was a plea, a prayer, a plea to take her, have her.

"I'm positive," she breathed out between pants, her voice shaking with need. "I need you more than air right now."

You smirk and move your hips slowly as the tip slips inside Wanda. 

The moment your tip slipped inside her, Wanda gasped—soft, sharp, like she’d been struck by lightning. Her inner muscles fluttered around you, so tight, so warm—and you were barely in.

You held still, letting her adjust, your hands gentle on her hips. "Okay?" you murmured against her neck.

Wanda answered by wrapping her legs tighter around your waist and pulling you deeper with a low moan. "Don’t… stop," she breathed into your skin.

That was all the permission you needed.

You push deeper but don’t bottom her out. You start to move gently, savoring how Wanda’s wall tighten around you trying not to let go. 

You moved slowly, deliberately—each shallow thrust a study in restraint, savoring the way Wanda’s body clung to you like velvet heat. Her inner walls fluttered with every glide, pulsing as if trying to hold you deeper, closer—more.

“Y/N…” she whimpered, her nails lightly scraping your back. “You’re killing me… so good… don’t stop…”

Her hips lifted to meet yours instinctively, chasing the rhythm you set. 

Her words, so raw and vulnerable, set every nerve in your body on fire. You groaned, your pace quickening just a fraction, just enough to give her more—enough to make it good, but never enough to completely satisfy this hunger that was consuming you both.

With every snap of her hips, every desperate whisper of your name, she unravelled beneath you. Her control was slipping, the fire in her eyes blazing wild. She was a goddess of chaos and desire, a woman reduced to nothing but raw, unfiltered feeling.

You loved it.

You loved her.

And you were going to show her…

“It feels so good to be inside you without nothing” You groan. 

Your words, so primal and honest, struck a cord deep inside her. The raw honesty, the admission of how good it felt, the need and desire and love in your gaze—it was almost too much.

Wanda groaned in response, her hands clutching at your shoulders for purchase, needing something to ground her, to anchor her to you. "Please, darling…" she whimpered, the need in her voice a raw, open wound.

"Please… more. I need… more of you."

You obliged immediately, shifting your angle, deeper, a little harder. She was everywhere around you, her scent, her warmth, her body pressed against you like she was trying to crawl underneath your skin.

She needed you.

And you needed her.

You were two halves of a whole, and when you were like this, connected so deeply, there was no line between where her body ended and yours began.

She was yours, and you were hers…

Your hips moved in a primal, rhythmic way, each thrust a silent declaration of your need, your want—your love. It wasn’t just physical anymore. It was a need for connection, for reassurance, for the intimate, unspoken promise of forever.

She was carrying your baby, the proof of your love growing inside her—a tiny miracle, a testament to how far you would go for each other.

"I love you." The words slipped out before you could stop them—raw, real, filled with everything you were feeling in that moment.

Wanda's eyes fluttered open, meeting yours. Her expression softened, a slow, sweet smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Say it again," she whispered, her fingers tracing a path along your jaw.

"I love you," you repeated without hesitation, your voice a low, ragged murmur against her neck.

And then you said it again, and again, and again. Each time, Wanda's body responded eagerly, her walls clenching around you like a claiming of ownership. With every whispered declaration, the need, the love in each other's eyes grew deeper, stronger, more undeniable.

"I'll never stop loving you," you vowed, the promise pressed like a kiss against her skin. "Never."

Wanda's eyes glistened with tears, her breath caught in her throat at the raw emotion in your voice. It was more than just passion or lust—it was a depth of feeling she hadn't known was possible to feel.

She pulled you closer, clinging to you like she never wanted to let go. Her body moved with yours in a perfect, desperate dance of love and need. And when she finally found her voice, her words were a breathless whisper against your lips.

"Say it one more time, darling."

"I love you," you murmured again, your voice a hoarse whisper as you looked into her eyes, your heart an open, vulnerable thing in that moment. 

Wanda's eyes shimmered with the overwhelming emotion—love, desire, need—her fingers tangling in your hair. She pulled you down, her mouth finding yours in a kiss that was desperate, messy, and perfect.

"Again," she breathed, her hands gripping your shoulders. "Again… please…"

"I love you," you repeated, each word like a promise against her skin, a vow etched into the very air you shared. Your hands found her hips, steadying her as you moved together, a raw, primal dance of two souls becoming one.

And with each whispered "I love you," the world faded away until all that was left was you, Wanda, and the fire of your love. 

"Always," you murmured against her lips, the word both a vow and a prayer all wrapped into one. "Always, I'll love you."

Wanda's body shuddered, overwhelmed by the intensity of your love, every word, every touch, carving itself into her soul like a sacred mark. 

She pulled you closer, her legs wrapping around you with a possessive need that mirrored your own. "Detka…” she gasped, her voice a broken whisper. "I need you closer. Please…"

She wanted to drown in you, in this feeling of being loved, desired, whole.

"Please, don't stop." Her nails dug lightly into your back, urging you closer.

And just like that Wanda reached her climax. 

Her body tensed, every muscle coiling tight as the wave crashed over her—her back arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she came undone around you, pulsing and trembling.

“Y/N—!” Your name was a prayer, a sob, a surrender.

She clung to you like you were the only real thing in the universe—her breath coming in ragged gasps, her walls clenching around you so tightly it almost hurt. And still… she didn’t let go.

You thrust few more times before burying yourself to the hilt and cumming inside Wanda. 

A low, guttural groan tore from your throat as you buried yourself deep—completely, utterly hers—your body shuddering with release. Wave after wave pulsed through you, spilling hot and endless inside her, a claiming as much as a surrender.

You collapsed onto her gently, breathless, heart racing in sync with hers. Your forehead pressed to her shoulder, trembling with the aftershocks—and something deeper.

Love.

Devotion.

Home.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. Not when she was holding you so tightly, like she’d never let go… and not when it felt like finally—finally—you were exactly where you were always meant to be.

The room was silent for a moment, nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the city outside.

Wanda stirred, her hands tracing soft, gentle patterns along your back, a small, satisfied sigh escaping her. "Detka,” she whispered, and even the simple word, so tenderly spoken, made your heart skip a beat.

You lifted your head slightly, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were soft, a sleepy, sated glimmer there that made you feel like you were the only person in the whole universe.

She smiled, reaching up to cup your face in her hand, her thumb tracing the curve of your cheek in an almost reverent gesture. "You know," she murmured, her voice still slightly breathless, "there was one thing…"

You lifted an eyebrow, a silent question. 

Wanda's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "One rule…"

You grinned at the all too familiar playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, yeah?" you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at her. "And what's that?"

"A condition," she clarified, her smile turning smug. She trailed a finger down your chest, a barely-there touch that sent a shiver through you. "A promise, actually."

You narrowed your eyes, playing along. "A promise, huh?" You leaned closer, your voice a low whisper. "Do tell."

Her gaze flickered down to your lips for a split second before lifting back to meet your eyes again, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You have to promise me…" she said slowly, her voice a low purr. "That you won't get all broody overprotective now that you've put a baby in me."

You barked out a laugh, caught off guard by the unexpected request. "Broody overprotective, huh?" You echoed, amusement shining in your eyes. "Says the girl who tried to ban caffeine and sushi from her diet the moment she knew."

Wanda feigned offense, her hand gently slapping your bicep. "Hey! Coffee and sushi can be dangerous for the baby, you know." She huffed dramatically, tilting her chin up. "I was just being careful."

You kiss her softly as she chuckles “I’m just messing with you.”

Wanda's feigned offense dissolved instantly at the tender touch of your kiss, and she couldn't help but chuckle against your mouth. As you moved to lie beside her, she snuggled closer, her head resting against your chest.

"I know you are," she murmured, her voice soft and content. "I just have a feeling you'll be extra overprotective now that you've marked your territory." Her finger trailed teasingly down your chest again.

Your eyes darkened with a playful glint, catching Wanda’s teasing tone perfectly. Wanda chuckled, leaning in and pulling you into another kiss, the warmth between you two instantly deepening.

“You serious?” You murmured against her lips, voice low and breathless, letting the tender tension linger.

“Always,” Wanda whispered back, her hands finding their familiar, comforting spots along Your sides. “Round two?”

Your grin mirrored the sparkle in Wanda’s eyes as she nodded, pulling you closer.

Wanda’s laughter was light and airy, brushing against Your ear as you go back on top of her with the promise of more warmth and closeness hanging deliciously in the air.

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