Frail heart

Assurance

Chapter one

"Get up, Y/N. You gotta get up, come on. Please get up." 

When the heat of the sun, shining warm and bright onto your face, suddenly dims behind your eyelids, a small smile pulls onto your lips. You rest your hand just above your face in an attempt to lessen the harshness of the surrounding light against your opening eyes, when they do open, they're met with gleaming eyes barely visible amidst the scrunched skin of a smile. A chuckle falls from your lips, your hand falling to your side to rest against the warm grass, "What's the rush, my love?" 

The figure steps over your legs to kneel beside you, a hand coming to lay against your rosy cheek with the softest of touches, "I want to dance." She smiles, this innocent smile, and it lures you in completely. 

You sit up with a small huff, brushing the grass from your shirt and facing the woman once more, "There's no music." 

"I don't care." She insists, rising to her feet and pulling you up with her. You laugh, following her over to the patch of shade cast by the nearest tree and letting her situate herself against you. The soft summer breeze threads through her hair, leaving room for her sculpted jaw to make an appearance and frame her face flawlessly. You noticed her freckles peak through her pale skin when the sun shines for a little too long on it, and her cheeks were much fuller, taking shape with time. You'd watched every change and tweak of her features, how she'd grown and matured, it was beautiful and there wasn't a day you hadn't told her so. 

Her hands are familiar as they wrap around your neck, the cold of her arms providing some relief from the blazing sun. You don't have to think twice about placing your hands on her waist, you'd done it too many times not to remember where she liked them best, and it's only natural when you meet her eyes. She's organic and she belongs, she isn't questioned, you know her in every way there is to know someone. 

"I'll never tire of you." You whisper, tracing her features with your eyes, taking her in and committing her to memory. It used to overwhelm her, the way you looked so intently at her, but she understands now. 

She hums, fingers absentmindedly toying with the hairs at the back of your neck, "Never is a long time. Nothing's certain." 

Your lift your hand to rest it gently on her jaw, focusing her eyes back to you, "I'm certain of you, and there is nothing else besides you." 

She pushes up onto the heels of her feet to kiss you, not with excessive passion or desperation, but simply with the hopes of pressing your unabridged faith into her until she herself can fall into it as deeply as you have. Constantly being consumed by the fear of losing what you have leaves no room to appreciate it, bask in it, but she's learning to. 

Pulling back, she grips your shirt in her hands, content. The soft sounds of the grass rustling beneath feet has the two of you turning your heads to face the approaching footsteps, the soothing voice of Laura Barton reaching your ears, "Sorry to interrupt, thought you guys might wanna join us for dinner?"

"Of course, thank you Laura." Wanda smiles, reaching her hand down to interlock it with yours and walk back to the house beside the woman. 

"It's one of the perks of living on a ranch, the silence." Laura mutters, eyes scanning the expanse of land she's come to know so well. 

You feel Wanda squeeze your hand slightly, humming at Laura's words, "It's peaceful." 

Laura laughs, nodding in your and Wanda's direction, "Yeah, until the little ones wake up." 

Your met with the sound of chatter and laughter as you enter the house, Lila and Cooper chasing each other around the house while the others conversate at the dining table. Laura heads over to place Nathanial in his high chair and quell the dispute between Cooper and Lila. Wanda eventually gets swept away by Lila, leaving you to watch her entertain the girl's accusatory protests about her brother, falling easily into the role like it was second nature. She'd been so good with the kids, and it always sent you into a peculiar state of thought.