Please don't say you love me

Part 6

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Another short chapter, sorry...

"Okay baby shall we go see what disaster Tony has made in the kitchen?" Wanda asked with a chuckle. "Mhm." Natasha hummed, trying to avoid using words so Wanda wouldn't know she was big.

"Okay baby, do you want me to pick you up?" Natasha shook her head, as much as she wanted the comfort from Wanda she knew she was too big to be able to handle the embarrassment of being carried around. Wanda frowned slightly not expecting her answer, usually Nat was desperate to be held. "Are you sure baby? I don't mind holding you." Again natasha shook her head but she didnt like the way Wanda was looking at her, what if she secretly knew she wasn't little. Natasha quickly held out her hand, hoping it would ease the witch's suspicion, which it did.

"You wanna hold my hand instead?" Wanda asked with a warm smile, Natasha nodded. "I big girl." The redhead internally cringed at the way she was talking but she knew it would pay off. "Okay big girl." The witch took her hand with a gentle smile and walked with her to the kitchen.

"Hey Tony, wow that actually smells good." Wanda said suprised at the lack of mess, well it was still a mess but considerably less than she anticipated. "Don't be too surprised, I am a genius you know."

"Jarvis helped didn't he?" Wanda smirked making the genius sigh. "Yes but technically I designed him so I am still a genius, and he only told me what to do which is basically just a recipe anyways so I am also still a great chef."

"Sure." Wanda chuckled sitting down at the table. "Okay here now don't say I don't do anything for you." Tony said setting down the plates. The Russian reached for hers but Wanda pulled it away, she was about to argue when Wanda began cutting it up for her. Part of her wanted to roll her eyes but she couldn't, she was to busy smiling into her lap.

It was only a small gesture but it warmed her heart. Big or little she had never had anyone take care of her like Wanda did and it made her feel warm and loved. An emotion that was very rare for the Russian, even in her younger years her life lacked love, so much so, that even a small moment like this gave the Russian a feeling she wanted to cherish forever.

"There you go baby." Wanda said softly, pushing the plate back. Natasha took a bite and smiled. "Not bad Tony." The genius turned away from his coffee and looked at her stunned. "That didn't sound very little Romanoff."

"Um..." Natasha's heart sank as she looked at Tony in desperation, trying to find a way out of the situation. "I agree, Natasha..." wanda said firmly, frowning at her. "How long have you been big for?"

"Uh.. just now." Natasha said swallowing the lump in her throat, the widow was trained to lie and find her way out of things, she was a professional at it, yet this time she struggled. "Don't lie to me..." wanda warned. "I'm not."

"Is this why you wanted to walk?" Natasha nodded slowly. "But why would you pretend to be little?" Natasha pushed her chair out and stood up only to have her arm grabbed by the sokovian. "I'm talking to you Natasha."

"Well I'm not talking to you. Just leave me alone!" She said before storming out.

"Well that went well." Tony said sarcastically, taking a sip of his coffee and earning a glare from the sokovian who left the table.

"Great I spent all that time cooking and no one even eats it." The genius groaned.