wanda x daughter one shots

our little sick baby

age: 3

wandanat x daughter🫶🏻

mommy (not that type of mommy) is wanda & mama is nat

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Y/N's POV

"Sweet babylove?" my mommy whispers in my ear. I woke up this morning and decided to start my day with mom and mama cuddles.

But right now, it's just me and mommy awake since mama is still snoring loudly.

"Mommy," I whisper back to her, she chuckles lightly and boops my nose with her finger, causing me to sneeze two times.

"Uh oh, is that a sick baby I hear?" mama asks in a raspy voice as she finally wakes up and rolls over to face mommy and I.

"I think it might be," mommy answers with a pout, I huff in annoyance of not feeling well. "I thought I heard her with a stuffy nose earlier. Poor bubba."

They're talking as if I'm not even here. Rude.

"Mama, mommy," I whine, so mama picks me up and holds me close to her so I can make myself comfortable against her chest.

WANDA's POV

Seeing Natasha holding our little girl like that makes it damn near impossible to not take a photo of them, so I do. But I immediately press my hand to Y/N's forehead after.

Just as I thought, she has a temperature. Luckily, she has two moms who will do anything to make her feel better.

"Feel yucky," our toddler tells us, rubbing her eyes with her small first. Nat presses a kiss to her cheek before standing up with Y/N still in her arms.

"She's sweating through her pajamas," Nat sighs. "Run her a bath while I get her ready?"

"On it," I say as I instantly get out of bed to run the bath.

Our child will always be my first priority. I know that Nat feels the same.

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Once we've spent some time assisting Y/N in the bath, I get her out and dry her off before putting on some new pj's for her.

While I'm doing all of that, Natasha works on breakfast so that by time we come downstairs, there's two plates at the table with food on for our daughter and I. My wife isn't really a breakfast person.

Before Y/N can even take a bite, she turns her head to the side and sneezes a few times, catching them in her elbow like we taught her to do.

Nat then comes rushing around with a tissue. "Blow," she tells the three year old, so she weakly blows her nose into the tissue.

It seems that with how unwell she's feeling, she's been put off her food.

"Don't want," she says in a nasally voice.

"That's okay, precious," I reply. "What do you want?"

She answers with four new sneezes and a couple of coughs to follow. And to top it all off, she starts whining the way she does before she deafens the room with her cries.

Both Nat and I jump into action, both reaching out for our baby at the same time. Since I'm immediately next to her, I manage to lift her first and start comforting her whilst she rests against my collarbone.

"Come on then, baby bear," I coo and stand up, walking over to the couch with Nat following behind.

We all settle down together, our daughter on my lap and my wife leaning onto me.

"Our little sick baby," Nat pouts, I turn to face her and kiss her lips softly. It looks like we're both having to take the day off work today, and that means cuddles all day long.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're warm, too," I let out a little chuckle at the irony of the situation. Both my baby and my wife are ill.

"Am not!" Natasha whisper-yells. "I don't get sick," she claims just as she clears her throat, giving her away.

"Don't hold in your coughs, silly," I tell her and she looks away in shame.

One thing about Natasha is that she hates getting sick, because she thinks it makes her 'weak'. That's what she was taught and as much as I help her to unlearn it, it's very engraved in her mind.

Deciding to just keep the peace, I wrap my free arm around Nat and pull her down so that her head can rest on my lap while Y/N's is still resting on my chest.

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almost forgot about this book with the new one icl😭