wanda x daughter one shots

not feeling well

request<3

warnings: mentions of vomit

age: 3

had to make this wandanat x daughter because it just wouldn't work otherwise😭 but i'm sure no one's complaining

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WANDA's POV

Usually, I wouldn't have a problem with my daughter wanting to be cuddly all day. But when I wake up to my stomach cramping up and yesterday's dinner being forced out of me, I do mind.

Of course I'd still love her cuddles, but I don't want to risk her getting sick.

"Alright, love, you're okay," Natasha reassures me as she keeps my hair out of my face and rubs my back whilst my head is hanging over the toilet.

"It hurts," I cry, feeling my girlfriend's hand reach down and start to massage my belly slowly.

That's when my three year old appears suddenly at the doorframe.

Y/N's a kid I had with another guy, who's still mostly in the picture. Not in my life, in Y/N's, which is all that matters to me. So naturally, when she has to spend time with her dad instead of me, she gets quite bad separation anxiety. Therefore, is very clingy when she is with me.

Which is why when she sees me, she instantly comes running over, expecting a big cuddle. But Natasha quickly stops her from crashing into me and holds onto her, making her whine.

"I'm sorry, angel. Your mama's not feeling well so I don't think she's feeling up for a cuddle right now. Do you want me to give you a hug?" Nat offers, Y/N shakes her head.

Those two have had some issues with getting along. Nat loves Y/N like her own and it's reciprocated, but Y/N will always be angry that she has to share her mom.

"Mommy," my little one screeches, trying to get out of Nat's grip and to me.

Once I know for definite that I've finished throwing up (for now) I turn around and loosen up Nat's hands so that Y/N can walk over and give me a big squeeze.

I'm not sure if she entirely knows the meaning of someone not feeling well or being sick, so she just expects me to carry on like normal.

"Breffast," she says, mispronouncing the word.

"Yep. Mama's got breakfast covered," I sigh, letting go momentarily so that I can stand up, flush the toilet, and wash my hands and mouth before picking her up and trying to make my way out of the bathroom. But someone stops me.

"You need to be resting. I can make breakfast for her," Nat whispers to me, but I dismiss her.

"I've got it covered."

Y/N's POV

I don't know why, but mommy's acting weird today. I found her sitting next to the toilet this morning, and I'm pretty sure the toilet is for sitting on.

When we get downstairs into the kitchen, mommy tries to place me on a chair, but I don't like that so I decide to make a high-pitched sound in her ear instead, making her jump slightly.

"Y/N," she warns me lightly. Uh oh, I know that tone.

But before she says anything else, she goes running over to the tap and turns on the water, splashing it all over her face as she sniffles. It sounds like she's crying.

Next thing I know, that ginger mom-stealer walks in and takes ahold of mama's hair, pulling it into a ponytail and standing next to her until she turns the water off.

I see them whispering to each other back and forth, but can't hear what they're saying.

With me being the only person in the world who should be getting attention, I decide to grab my mom's notice by pushing off a random spoon that's been left on the table.

"Baby, no," mama says as she comes over and picks me up. I love being carried by my mom. She's so warm and safe and I love her so much. "If you need attention then just say it. Don't go knocking things over."

"Shhh," I shush her, just wanting my cuddles.

(a/n - i literally can't think of 'shhh' anymore without my mind going straight to the l&d scene)

But that dream is crushed about two minutes later when she suddenly places me on the ground and goes running into the nearest bathroom.

I don't hear much after that, only Natasha telling mama to go back to bed and mama obeying with a pout.

I should go and give her a cuddle to make her feel better.

Just as I'm about to go running after her, someone scoops my up off the floor suddenly.

"Hey!" I shout in Natasha's face, she just looks at me weirdly.

"Your mama isn't feeling well, kid. I'm sorry, she needs to rest her eyes for a little while. Do you wanna do something with me, instead?"

Why would I do that when I could be helping mama feel better?

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After spending some time with Nat, I realize that she isn't that bad.

For the past twenty minutes, we've been making breakfast for mama and now it's time to carry it up. Natty's carrying the tray, since I'm too little.

When we reach mommy's room, I open the door as quietly as I can and climb onto the bed.

"Hi, dove," she says sleepily as I climb over her body and sit sown beside her. "What's all this?" she asks as Natty sets down the tray on her lap. She has some toast, some cut up strawberries, and a blueberry muffin on the side since it's her favorite. There's also a glass of orange juice on the nightstand.

"You guys," she coos, giving us each a quick kiss and a hug before starting on her food and Nat puts on a funny show for us all to watch.

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my writing in this doesnt slay but writing in a 3 year old's pov is not my forte