Summary: Agatha comes back home frustrated while you're in your headspace, but turns out that's just what she needed.
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Every day was the same on WestView.
This might sound incredible to Wanda, but Agatha felt increasingly tired of keeping up the facade like Agnes. While it was worth it for her grand scheme to work, it was unnerving to fake smiles all day, trying at all costs to get the truth out of Maximoff.
But none of that mattered when the door to Agnes' house closed and she could finally go back into your arms, no matter how big or little you were.
"Y/N?" She called you while locking the door.
Your response came from the living room sofa, "I'm here, mommy!"
Ah, so little it is today.
Walking into the living room, Agatha found you exactly as she imagined: wearing your favorite purple pajamas and holding your stuffed rabbit, Scratchy Junior, as you had named him.
After having her kids, Wanda had finally added a children's television channel and Agatha felt grateful, even though she didn't like you spending all day in front of the screen. But, with the witch being out all day, it was one of the only resources to keep you out of trouble. She still hadn't forgotten about the kitchen incident.
"Hi, baby," Agatha smiled as soon as she saw you reaching out to her, making grabby hands with the hand that wasn't holding the stuffie.
The witch sat down next to you before wrapping you in a tight hug and sighing, "I missed you, Y/N."
"I missed you too, mommy," you replied, your voice a little muffled as your face was in her neck.
"You had fun today with Scratchy Junior?" Agatha stroked the stuffed animal as if he could feel it.
"Yes, mommy, but I wanted to play with Señor Scratchy," you pouted, looking at her with your puppy dog eyes.
"Later I'll go get him in the basement so you can see him for a bit, okay?" She offered, feeling too tired to go get the little demon right now.
Little you loved that rabbit, but Agatha didn't want to risk you seeing his demonic form by accident, so she kept him locked in the basement. Scratchy was only allowed out if you were in danger and only then.
The first time the witch tried to take him away from you when you slipped into you headspace was completely disastrous, causing a lot of tears and sobs. You cried in her lap until you fell asleep and she had no idea what to do, until she passed by a toy store the next day and saw the answer right in the window display.
The stuffed animal was the exact same colors as Scratchy and she wondered how she could not have thought of it sooner, it was perfect for you! So she bought it right away, coming home as quickly as possible to deliver it.
You were still moody and turned your back to her when she arrived, going back to playing with your dolls without even saying hello.
Agatha shook her head walking towards you, still hiding the bunny behind her, "oh, what a shame... it looks like my princess doesn't want to see the gift I brought her."
This immediately brought your attention back to the brunette, your eyes full of regret and curiosity.
"Or does she want to?" Agatha smirked when you nodded excitedly.
Your mouth formed a perfect "O" as your mommy held the bunny in front of you, before giving a a squeal, "he looks like Scratchy!"
"That he does, sweetheart," she agreed, "do you want him?"
"Yes mommy, please!" You begged.
Agatha pretended to think about it for a second and then looked back to you, "Then baby better say that she has the best mommy and give her a biiig hug."
Now that was easy, you thought. In a second you were in her arms, saying "you're the best mommy of the whole big wide world!"
"Wow, that's quite a lot, huh?" Agatha smiled, kissing your temple, "how are you gonna call him baby?"
"Scratchy Junior!" You answered and took him in your hands, hugging him.
"Should've seen that one coming," Agatha laughed. Oh, how she would have fun telling Señor Scratchy about that.
"Mommy?" Your sweet voice brought her back to reality from her zoning out, "why are you still petting him? I want pets too!"
"And who am I to say not to that?"
Soon you were lying on top of Agatha, having your head being petted by her affectionately, while you petted Scratchy Junior and watched your new favorite children show.
You felt happy and safe, and Agatha would do anything to keep you that way, right in her arms. No tiredness, frustration or anger was greater than the feeling of cuddling with her baby at the end of the day.
