Chapter 25

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Nat's POV:
Knowing Wanda was going to be extremely hungover I get up early to make her and Y/N breakfast in bed. I knew they were both worried that I'd freak and run away so I wanted to keep making small gestures to show that I'm not going anywhere. When I get back to the room Wanda is cuddled into
Y/N fast asleep. Y/N smiles at me sleepily as I walk in the door.
"Morning," I whisper kissing her gently.
"Morning. Look at you spoiling us. You might have to feed me as I don't think she's moving anytime soon," she says quietly. I cut up the pancakes feeding it to her. She was enjoying it by the goofy grin on her face that always made me want to kiss her so I did.
"What was that for?" She asks blushing.
"Because you're adorable when you do that smile," I explain. She blushes even more so I kiss her cheek making her go a deeper shade of red.
"Stop making me blush. I can feel myself going red," she pleads. 
"I can't help if that's the effect I have on you," I smirk. Wanda starts to stir.
"Ow my head," she groans sleepily.
"Here drink some water and eat some of this you'll feel better," I suggest.
"Thank you. I don't remember going to bed. I didn't do anything embarrassing did I?" She inquires.
"No. You didn't. Don't worry," Y/N reassures her kissing her cheek making her smile.
"We can push our sightseeing back until this afternoon when you're feeling less fragile," I suggest.
"No it's fine I'll take a shower and I'm sure I'll feel better," Wanda assures me.

We spend the day walking around Barcelona doing all the touristy stuff. I took as many photos as I could. I wanted to remember our first holiday together and the day I asked them to be my girlfriend. Wanda did really well coping with her hangover though Y/N did have to give her a piggyback for a while. No one paid much attention to us when we'd all hold hands or when we'd kiss. It would not be like this back home. Y/N had thought this through thoroughly to make sure we all felt comfortable.

When it got to dinner time I was so nervous I'd never got this far before. I'd flirted and done the physical side but never the romance. I was severely out of my depth but I had to do this. Y/N and Wanda worried that I'd panic and run. I had to be the one to make the steps as they were worried about rushing me or pressuring me. Taking a deep breath I knocked on Y/N's door. The way she smiled at me washed all my nerves and worries away.
"You sure you're ready for this Romanoff?" She asks kissing me gently.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I assure her. She smiles kissing me again.
"Let's go get our girl," she says taking my hand. I knock on Wanda's door and she smiles at us both.
"You look beautiful Wanda," I state bringing her in for a kiss. She blushes as I pull away.
"Thank you so do both of you," she smiles.
"Are you feeling ok?" Y/N inquires.
"Much better now," Wanda says kissing her gently.

We sit down for dinner and I sit between Y/N and Wanda. Y/N senses my nerves and took my hand.
Once the food arrives I can focus on eating not so much on how or what I'm going to say.
"Are you ok?" Wanda asks concerned at my silence.
"There's something I want to say to both of you. I'm really enjoying dating but I'm catching more feelings by the day so I don't want to be just dating you. I want both of you to be mine. I don't want to look at anyone else. Why would I when you're both perfect? So what I'm trying to say in a really long winded l way or ask is will you both be my girlfriends?" I ramble nervously.
"Of course I will," Y/N agrees kissing my cheek and I blush. I look to Wanda who's just smiling and pulls me in for a kiss.
"So is that a yes?" I ask.
"Yes," she mumbles smiling.
"Ok I can breathe again," I sigh in relief.
"So does this mean I can't flirt with another woman again?" Y/N smirks.
"No because you're mine and Wanda's," I state clearly.
"I know. I just wanted to hear you say it," she says laughing making Wanda laugh too.
"I want to take it back," I sigh.
"Nope not happening we now know you're absolutely obsessed with us," Y/N teases.
"You're unbearable," I mumble rolling my eyes. She brings me in for a kiss.
"Really?" She asks.
"No."

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