Possible & The Witch

The Last Night Pt.2:

Y/N's Pov:

The scent of coffee is generally a proper morning greeting around seven. But at five thirty a.m. the greeting today is a small strip of sun rise peering in from the side of the curtain.

Wanda is laid against your chest. Curled around you with both arms, head tipped into the small nook of your neck and shoulder.

Her breathing is balanced and deep as her bare chest rises and falls against you.

The beam of light streams just over her sleeping eyes, calling color to illuminate off of her beautiful red curls.

You pet her hair for a few minutes before her eyes softly flutter open, freeing emerald under the light. She blinks into focus seeing you and giving a pouty smile while squeezing you.

"Don't leave me yet." She says with sleep painted into her vocals.

Morning Wanda is one of your favorite versions of her. Voice like thick honey. Unmoved and untouched by the day.

At her most vulnerable- yet still the powerful goddess she is.

"No Rose, not yet... Soon." Her eyes almost immediately start to water. Though as established, Wanda doesn't cry... when she's not hormonal.

"Oh please don't do that my princessa. Please Mama I don't want you to be sad."

She shifts herself to be completely on top of you. The way she settles against you after an anxiety attack. You hold her there as she cries into your shoulder.

"Shh Shh Wands I'm coming back to you."

"What if you don't?"

"There are plans in place."

"What does that mean?"

"It means if I don't make it home you and Little will be taken care of. No matter what."

She pops up holding the sheet to her chest while wiping tears. She punches you in the arm. Not hard- but hard enough.

"I don't want to be taken care of Peach. I want you to come home... to us."

"And I plan too baby. It's okay. Just come here. Let me hold you both a little longer."

Wanda folds back onto you gently. You roll her over so your now laid against her abdomen.

You curve left a bit to relieve possible pressure there.

Just to be safe for the barely formed blob inside her that you can't stop smiling about.

You lace your fingers into hers with one hand. The other, pets softly atop her stomach.

You lower, kissing down her chest onto her belly. Your hands rest beside your lips on the baby. "You be good for Mama while I'm gone."

You poke the adorable pludgy pound or two Wanda gained in her lower abdomen until she giggles.

One of her legs weaves into yours with her eyes closing again. She is clearly tired from all of last night but still she says, "Kiss me again." While pulling on your shoulder.