The rosé witch

On a Very Special Episode...

Third Pov

It was an early morning at the Vision residence, where Wanda could be seen cradling a crying Tommy in her arms. The exhaustion on her face was unmistakable as she gently rocked him back and forth, whispering softly.

Wanda: Sweet, sweet Tommy, don't you want to sleep? Mommy wants to sleep.

She sighed, casting a pleading look at her son, who only seemed to cry louder in response.

Wanda: If you go to sleep, I promise you will be my favorite triplet.

Just as Wanda finished her sentence, Vision descended the stairs, holding a whimpering Billy. He gave his wife a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Vision: Oh, come on now, darling. You know we love all three of them equally.

Wanda glanced at her husband, looking slightly guilty as she covered Tommy's ears.

Wanda: Well, don't tell him that.

Vision chuckled, stepping up to the crib where the third triplet, Y/N, was sleeping soundly despite the commotion caused by his brothers. Vision placed Billy into the crib beside Y/N, his expression softening as he watched the youngest. For a moment, he looked puzzled.

Vision: But Y/N has been concerning me for quite some time now.

Wanda raised an eyebrow, shifting Tommy to her other arm while trying to soothe him.

Wanda: Concerning? How so?

Vision hesitated before carefully lifting Y/N from the crib. Almost instantly, the baby, who had been peacefully sleeping moments before, began to wail. The sound was jarring, a stark contrast to the calm Y/N had exhibited seconds earlier. Vision's confusion deepened as he gently rocked the baby in his arms.

Vision: He's usually so quiet, almost too quiet. I've noticed he sleeps through the night even when Tommy and Billy don't. But the moment I hold him... he seems distressed.

Wanda bit her lip, a worried expression crossing her face. She reached out, taking Y/N from Vision's arms. As soon as she held the baby close to her chest, the crying subsided, and Y/N's tiny hand clutched at her shirt, his face nestling into her.

Wanda: It's okay, sweetheart. Mommy's here.

Vision looked on, his brow furrowing in thought. He had always been aware of his children's unique connection to Wanda, but Y/N's behavior seemed different. It was almost as if the infant could sense something that Vision couldn't.

Vision: It's remarkable. He seems... drawn to you in a way that the others aren't. It's as if he can sense your emotions more deeply, almost as if he's attuned to you.

Wanda gave a small, tired smile, her fingers gently brushing through Y/N's soft hair.

Wanda: He's my little empath, aren't you, Y/N? Just like his mom.

Tommy and Billy, still restless, began to whimper in their cribs, making the morning even more chaotic. Wanda looked at Vision with a mixture of desperation and amusement.

Wanda: Maybe we should call in backup.

Vision raised an eyebrow, catching her meaning. At that moment, the door swung open, and Agnes stepped in with her signature smile, holding a tray of freshly baked cookies.

Agnes: Did someone say backup? Oh my, it's a full house today, isn't it?

Wanda chuckled, the stress momentarily melting away as Agnes approached the cribs, cooing at the babies.