wanda x daughter one shots

butterflies in my belly

warnings: panic attack

age: 4

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WANDA's POV

Today is Y/N's first day at kindergarten. She's been practically buzzing all week and saying how she'll be like her big brothers at school.

Seriously - all I've heard every day is 'I'm gonna be just like Billy and Tommy!'

To say she's excited is an understatement. She cannot wait.

I, however, am so terrified of letting my baby go.

I know she'll be safe, but she's my little girl and up until today, we've always been a team and done everything together.

We have a routine, and it'll be weird to break it.

I've already met her teachers in advance and they're all ever so lovely, I feel very okay with letting them watch over my child. But this transition is hard for every parent. It was the same when Billy and Tommy started school.

"Alright, dove. Time to get going," I tell the five year old. Viz took the boys to school today before work so that I could focus solely on my daughter.

"Mama, my tummy feels weird," she tells me, handing me her tiny backpack which just has her lunch in.

"What does it feel like, baby?" I query, crouching down to her height.

"Like loads of butterflies in my belly," she tells me cutely.

"Butterflies, hm? Well, I suppose we could spend a little more time here before we have to leave. How about we go bounce on the trampoline for a few minutes and shake those butterflies out?"

Liking the sound of that idea, Y/N runs to the back door and I unlock it so we can play on the trampoline for a little while.

We manage a good fifteen minutes of jumping up and down and giggling before it really is time to go.

Once we're in the car and on the road, I look in the mirror and see Y/N staring out the window as she hums a lullaby that I sing her every night. Perhaps it's her way of self-soothe.

"Y/N, how're the butterflies doing?" I ask, causing her to look at me in the front seat.

"All gone," she tells me, trying to lean forward to play with my hair, but of course the seatbelt is restricting her. "Mama!" she whines.

"I know, baby. We're almost there."

For the next ten minutes, we sing a few songs together until we finally pull up at the building. Poor bubba is starting to look a little scared.

When I've parked up and gotten Y/N and her backpack out of the car, we wait outside with all the other parents and kids for someone to come out and let the children in.

During that time, I can see my daughter progressively getting more anxious.

I've tried a lot to calm her down. I'm that type of mom who doesn't care if she's embarrassing herself, as long as the child is being tended to.

"Mama, I don't feel well," a small voice speaks, just as Y/N lifts her arms up for me to pick her up, which I do. "Feel yucky."

"What feels yucky? Your tummy again?"

"Mhm. Hurts."

"Alright, sweets. Remember, I've got you, and you are completely safe right now, yeah? Mama has you."

Seemingly, she hasn't taken any of that in as her breathing starts gradually picking up.

"Baby, hey," I coo, "Sweetheart, I need you to breathe for me. Nice and slow, copy mommy."

I position so that her bottom is resting on my arms in front of my stomach and she's leaned back so she can look at me.

In the hopes that she'll follow, I keep taking deep breaths and asking her to copy me. But she's just too panicked.

Next thing I know, she's crying and breathing far too quickly in my arms.

"M-mommy," she chokes, making me pat her back and unlock the car again so I can get in the backseat with her.

I sit on the opposite side to her car seat and place her on my lap, facing me still. The door is left half open to let some fresh air in.

"Lovey, mommy needs you to follow her breathing, okay? Can you try blowing on my face for me?"

She tries, but fails and ends up coughing on me multiple times.

"That's okay, you can try again."

Despite my worried state, I know I need to at least pretend I'm calm for the sake of my daughter.

We keep repeating until eventually, she does manage to breathe out onto me.

"That's it, good job," I praise her gently, figuring that for the last part, I can have her just resting against my heart for her to calm down. "You're doing so good, babylove. My beautiful girl."

Thankfully, it isn't long until her breathing has returned to normal and she's letting out yawn after yawn.

"I'm tired, mommy," she whispers, her tiny hands playing with my hair.

"I know, sweetheart. The good thing about kindergarten is that you get nap time. Now look, what just happened was called a panic attack. You got very, very nervous so your body was like 'Woah! What's going on here?'" I explain which makes her giggle. "And sometimes that can create not very nice feelings. If you feel that happening whilst you're here then you need to get one of your teachers or tell a friend to tell a teacher, okay? They'll tell mommy and I'll come and get you immediately. Even when you're not at home, I will always be here for you."

"Okay," she smiles, kissing my nose. "Can you come in with me?"

"I can for a little bit. I'll do anything for you, Y/N. Always remember that."

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the butterfly thing was purely based on the hattie harmony book haha, it's such a cute idea