𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀.

Cuddling @OFWLTCHYWAYS.

She’s curling up in bed with her reading glasses and a book.

Simply crossing her legs with a slight bounce to them.

Opens her arms.

Quiet huff while delivering a lighthearted swat to Yelena’s side. “I meant in a romantic way— like bridal style!”

Emitting a quiet squeak of surprise. “This isn’t the way I imagined!”

Someone carry her to bed.

…squints.

Sleepy witch noises.

Wanda understood the job. But that didn’t make it any easier. And she missed getting to help. They only really called her in for the “big” stuff these days. “Grace is fine, Yelena.” She sighed, hand rubbing at her face and eyes. “I’m just tired. It was a long day.”

Wanda tried to smile but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Yelena leaving was always rough on her— but this time just seemed worse for no reason. “We’re just ready for momma Yelena to come home.” She responded, not wanting to explain what’d happened earlier. “Please be careful.”

Wanda tiptoes out of their daughter’s room and back to theirs. Her eyes still watery and red from crying earlier when she answers the call. “Hello stranger.”

Two days might break her with how awful today was. She’ll have to sneak out of Grace’s room.

Wanda doesn’t believe her..

She misses Yelena so much.

That’s my girl!

Tread carefully with my child, Stark.

The witch is tired and clingy with the early hours of the morning. Her eyes haven't even opened enough to know if it's light outside yet. Sleep being hard for her whenever the other side of the bed is empty. "Mhm, now you get to be my gift." She grins, kissing Yelena's shoulder.

Wanda normally hates her birthday. It reminds her of all the years and time that she's lost with her twin and parents. But Yelena makes her smile with the whispered reminder of what today is. Her face hurrying to bury within the former widow's neck. "It's much happier now."