finding wanda: a tale of discovery and trust

"the boy with mysterious tricks"

As a strange sound was heard, my body immediately rose from its comfortable position in Wanda's arms. She had held me close all night, and I had to admit, I never felt such peace before.

Wanda stirred awake, her eyes clouded with sleep. Despite the drowsiness still lingering, concern etched across her face. "What's wrong?," she asked in a sleepy, almost pouting tone, as the morning sunlight filtered through the window, causing her to put a hand in front of her eyes.

 OfCourse as Wanda and I had a moment alone, something had to happen. the peaceful atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a sound. I clutched my heart, feeling its rapid beat in my chest.

"Someone's here," I whispered, my voice trembled with a hint of concern. Wanda immediately got up, her gaze darting around the room, seeking the source of the disturbance.

"Where did it come from?," she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and caution. As we both looked in the direction I had pointed, we saw the large yet small box on the floor moving once again. I cringed on her arm tightly.

She chuckled, her expression quickly turning serious as she slowly approached the box. "Wanda, please don't," I warned her, but she didn't listen. Of course, why would a powerful witch listen to a frightened young girl like me?

As Wanda opened the box, my heart raced. Yet, to my surprise, Wanda looked at me with an irritated expression. "What?" I asked, cautiously approaching her. Looking inside the box, I saw what she was looking at and smiled.

"Peter!!," I shouted enthusiastically and hugged him.
The atmosphere was tense as Wanda, still annoyed, asked Peter, "What are you doing here?" Her voice carried a hint of irritation as she pulled Peter's arms away from me.

Peter explained his reason for being there with a hint of concern in his voice.
"I couldn't just let yn go alone," he said. "And honestly, I knew I'd be too worried if I didn't come along."

As I listened to his explanation, my eyes widened in surprise. Peter had gone through all this trouble just to ensure my safety and ease his own worries. It was so sweet yet, it made me feel something inside.

While browsing through the aisles, Peter and I could hardly hold back our laughter. Our attempts to look serious and focused on the shopping task were quickly replaced by our attempts to crack each other up. We were longer gone then necessarily but what did Wanda expect when she sent two idiots to the store.

As we walked past the same aisle for what felt like the hundredth time, I tripped over some boxes, stumbling backward and landing with my head against the shelf. I winced in pain, expecting a headache to follow, but to my relief, there was no serious harm done.
Immediately, Peter rushed over to me, grabbing onto my arms and pulling me towards him, a mix of concern and amusement on his face.

"Are you sure you're alright?," he asked, looking genuinely concerned. I nodded, my cheeks flushing slightly as I realized how clumsy I had been, and picked up my basket again.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you," I chuckled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and happiness.

I couldn't help but notice how close we were standing and how much I'd missed his presence. I turned to face him, a hesitant smile on my lips.
"I'm really glad you decided to come along," I said, my voice soft.

He smiled back at me, his eyes reflecting a hint of affection. Before I knew it, he leaned in and kissed me quickly on the lips. My cheeks blushed uncontrollably as he pulled away, leaving me feeling a bit flustered.

As we continued walking in silence, I couldn't help but question the nature of our relationship. We had never talked about what we were. But oh boy, little did i know i was gonna find.

We returned to Wanda, who was busily making the place cozy and inviting. We set the supplies on the kitchen counter top, and Wanda glanced at me with a firm, motherly tone. "You certainly took your time," she said, a mix of annoyance and concern in her voice.

I tried desperately to hold back a laugh as she already knew the answer before I could speak. Turning around, Wanda continued her work, making the place appear more habitable. We settled down, watching her intently as she transformed the space.

The entire day was filled with laughter, playful games, delectable food, and an uplifting atmosphere. Wanda appeared to feel more relaxed in Peter's presence, oblivious to the fact of Peter laying his hand on my thigh from time to time.

After exploring the village together, Peter effortlessly bonded with a group of boys, a few years older than him, and enthusiastically joined them in a soccer match. As I observed him playing, I found myself smiling faintly while taking in his carefree and spirited demeanor.

Wanda saw how I almost smirked at his direction. She looked suspicious and stern.
She had seen me come out of his room the other day, and all of the sudden she's all protective? I chuckled. She even teased me about it. However, she now seemed really protective.

That evening, Wanda settled down to read a book, while I decided to rest and laid down on the bed in one of the bedrooms. A content sigh escaped my lips, but it was quickly interrupted by a gasp as I spotted Peter standing in the room.

I almost gasped harder but he quickly covered my mouth with his hand, silencing me. "Shh," he whispered, "Wanda can hear us."

Confused and frustrated, I laid back down on my back, my mind racing with questions and uncertainty. He rolled to his side, propping himself up with his elbow to keep himself partially above me.

"Sorry," he began, "we haven't had a chance to talk since we left the supermarket." He explained, a hint of frustration and concern in his voice. I couldn't hold back a small chuckle, the situation feeling oddly funny.

I looked up at him, he almost hanged over me. Suddenly i felt self conscious as i was laying in only a top and pjs pants underneath him. My breathing shorted a bit. Peter noticed and slowly leaned down and kissed me.

He pulled away from the kiss, his breath warm against my skin as he looked at me with burning eyes. He started trailing kisses down my neck, making me shiver as a soft moan escaped my lips. He looked at my top and said, "It's easier if we take this off." With a slow motion, he pulled it over my head, leaving me exposed.

He kissed down my torso, and a strange, but very good feeling rose within me. I bit my lip to stifling the sounds that wanted to escape me. He came back up and kissed my lips again, and my arms wrapped around him.

"Peter, get of her!!!,

We suddenly heard Wanda yelling as she stood in the door opening, visibly shocked. Peter immediately ran to his room as Wanda asked in a firm yet concerned tone, 'What were you guys thinking?,"

Wanda watched as Peter ran off before turning to me. 'You're only 17, please be careful,' she said, her face reflecting her worry and sterns. I chuckled, but my laughter quickly faded as I noticed the serious look in her eyes. 'Wanda, I was going to be careful,' I responded, trying to reassure her, even tho I knew it probably was a lie.

Wanda sighed and sat down on the bed. "I'm sorry for barging in like that," she began, her voice laced with concern. "It's not that I don't trust you, but I don't trust Peter," she confessed. I gently took her hand and smiled reassuringly.

"I just don't want him to hurt my girl," she continued, her protectiveness for me evident in her words.
Hearing her call me "my girl" sent a wave of happiness through me. It was so sweet and calming

Suddenly, a pang of fear coursed through me as a loud banging sound echoed through the room. Wanda looked just as startled as I felt. It seemed like every time Wanda and I had a peaceful moment together, something had to disrupt it