“Please. If this is kidnappin’, then I’m the Easter Bunny. BOYS, COME DOWN!” He started towards her front hall, but not before he lightly nudged her against the stair railing. Not enough to hurt, of course not, but certainly enough to be a nuisance, “Oh, oops sorry ‘bout that-”

            ... Alright, he did it one more time, again repeating, “Ohoopssorry. Look, you’re so emotionally exhausted, or whatever scientific term ya wanna call it, because you don’t take time to just relax. You-”

Turning around while sorting through the school’s mail, Wanda gasped and leaped about a foot in the air at the sight of Erik behind her. “Ir dershrokn mir!” she gasped, then bent double at the waist and started laughing. “You scared the American out of me!”

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Clint doesn’t know how this is going to go. Wanda could easily hate him for hiding this from her, but Petro needed time to heal (Among other things.) He wanted to tell her so many times but he had to be sure that Tahiti had stuck, and he had to take Petro through actual training for a month so it looked like they had made actual progress.

Earlier that morning he phoned ahead and spoke to Laura and told her he was on his way. She told him that Wanda had been staying in the spare room over the last few weeks, which was good. He was glad that she felt comfortable enough around the kids and Laura that she was willing to stay, but he worried what she would think of them when she found out the secret they were hiding.

Shortly after lunch, he pulled up to the house with Petro in the passenger seat.

“Wait here for a minute.” He told him before he got out of the car and went into the house. The two oldest kids didn’t greet him at the door so he assumed that they were out in the back yard but inside the house he heard Wanda and Laura talking. He picked the seeping baby out of the swing and found them in the kitchen, where they stopped talking once they saw him. Laura greeted him with a hug, a smile on her face.

“Is he here?” She whispered in Italian, to which he nodded once. Laura smiled a bit wider.

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