o. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖
❛ but if you have a minute why don't we go
talk about it somewhere only we know ❜
─ in which 𝐬𝐡𝐞 finds herself thrown into the bizarre world of the maximoff family ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
ralph bohner , pietro "fietro...
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KAMILLE HAD NEVER HAD TO deliver a child before. It hadn't exactly been on her bucket list, either. So when she found herself pelting cushions from the sofa onto the floor at a furious pace, her life seemed to flash before her eyes, replaying every moment since her birth that had led her to this scenario.
Okay, perhaps it wasn't that dramatic.
"Okay, comfortable, let's get." Kamille gushed in panic.
Wanda let out a pained groan. "I think I'm gonna lay down here." She said, manouvering towards Kami's pile of cushions. "Vision ran to get the doctor, he should be back soon."
Geraldine slid a pillow behind Wanda's sleek red hair before running into the kitchen.
Kamille stroked the hair from Wanda's face and attempted to soothe her. "You, uh── you know your breathing?" She prayed that the anwer was yes; her absolute inexperience and lack of practical and theoretical knowledge in the field of childbirth may prove potentially problematic in this particular situation.
Wanda attempted to assume a breathing routine, though the choppy breaths soon morphed into shouts of hurt.
The house was in chaos, paintings spinning, lamps crashing, with the energy going beserk.
"I may be late to the party, but I imagine there is a logical explanation for this," Geraldine gushed as she hurried back to where the two women were situated.
"Oh, it's all perfectly natural!" Wanda yelled, and Kamille had to grab her waist to keep her from arching her back from the strain.
"Hey, you're doing great!" Geraldine assured the panting woman, Kamille echoing her words in a soft whisper, desperate eyes meeting Geraldine's. "Look at me." Geraldine began to demonstrate a breathing pattern, Wanda mimicking it immediately.
She faltered suddenly, the tears that had been idle in her eyes beginning to spill down her temple. "I can't do this. I- I can't."
"Yes, Wan, you can." Kamille muttered, pressing a chaste kiss to the redhead's forehead. "You can."
