In Darkness, Be My Light

A Second Miracle

A poor, tired Wanda struggled out of bed at nearly a quarter past one in the afternoon. Fatigue had been such an issue since her last embarrassing and terrifying experience about two days ago. The pregnancy hadn't been helping either since it already brought such tiredness. So, when she woke up in the morning, eyes still closed, she stirred and her hand moved to the empty space beside her and she groaned.

Vision has been sort of a pregnancy pillow for her. Though she isn't too far into her pregnancy, she appreciates that he allows it. She said she does it because of normal pregnancy cramps and nausea, which is occurring, of course. However, she hasn't admitted yet that she simply loves to cuddle him that way.

She whined as she knew that getting out of bed was the best option and a rumble in her stomach gently nudged her to do so. She yawned and stretched her left arm wide as she sat on the edge of the bed, long sleeve of her sweatshirt softly gliding down the up-stretched arm.

Padding down the compound hallway, Wanda heard rustling in the kitchen. She wondered if lunch was being made now or has already been made. And as she entered the kitchen, her eyes flickered over to Vision, currently placing fresh, pristine fruits - blueberries and strawberries - on top of greek yogurt.

She smiled to herself, knowing now how hungry she really was. "I hope that's for me," she started. "Eating last at seven and sleeping until one can make a person hungry."

Vision looked over to her, "But of course. Who else would I make this for?"

She shook her head and laughed, "Certainly not Steve. I know he despises yogurt parfaits." After a pause, she continued, "Where'd you get the yogurt from? I know the captain doesn't put that on the grocery list." She neared him as he sprinkled grains of granola on top of the sinking fruits.

If he could blush, it would've been obvious. "I made this myself, actually. A-and I'd appreciate constructive criticism, knowing that I have never eaten anything before. I hope this contributes well to your pregnancy. Your cravings have increased heavily, as well as your food aversion."

Giggling, she replied, "I'm glad you keep track of that. I'm sure paprikash would be under the food aversion list, even though I would love to have some soon. Besides, I should be eating lighter foods. My cravings have been through the roof. Sam yelled at me for eating an entire bag of," she raised her hands to imitate quotation marks, "'his' potato chips. In my defense, they were unlabeled and kept in the snack cabinet."

He smiled and placed a hand on the small of her back. "It's actually good to see that you are craving salty foods. It is quite a popular desire among pregnant women."

"Well, let's see if bittersweet food helps ease my unhealthy, salty cravings," she breathed as she reached for the bowl and a spoon in one of the drawers.

Vision watched as she took a scoop of yogurt and a couple of blueberries with a few crumbs of granola and sampled. Her eyes immediately lit up, causing him to smile brightly. "Consider my spirits lifted, Vis!" she exclaimed. "This is amazing."

He chuckled, "Thank you, my dear," and kissed her cheek.

She took a seat at the bar attached to the counter and ate happily. After a few, decently big bites, she looked up at Vision who was watching her sweetly. "What?" she laughed.

"Nothing," he murmured. "Just admiring you."

She ducked her head and blushed softly, but perked up when he started, "You're a little more than seven weeks into your pregnancy. The umbilical cord has formed, giving our baby nutrients and oxygen. Our baby has also developed web-like feet and hands."

He stopped, swallowing the information. So did she and reached for his hand over the counter. "What else?"

Looking up at her, he continued. "Well, your breasts should have grown at least a cup by now-"