* ˚ ✦ a day with natasha and her newborn baby
also this is like +7000 words so you better enjoy it!
beautiful boy (darling boy) - john lennon
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warning nothing, it's basically just fluff like idk... read and find out ig
age newborn
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It was late at night, you were on the brink of falling back to sleep and completely 'milk drunk'. Natasha laid you on her chest, and gave you little kisses on your forehead. When she was done and deemed it was enough, you picked up your head, almost offended that she decided to stop. You looked at her for a while then slumped over into the crook of her arm to nuzzle her. You stared at Natasha for so long, and the woman could see it on your face how you were studying everything. You locked eyes with her and started cooing so soft it was almost a whisper. It was like you knew it was nighttime, and you should be quiet, but you still wanted to talk.
Natasha loved it and sucked it all in.
The redhead went to rock you back to sleep in the recliner and watched as you slowly closed your eyes, and you promptly passed out. Natasha stared at you while you slept peacefully in her arms. She was enjoying the silent that came with it, knowing that in a few hours she'll wake up once again to your cries.
As much as she wanted to stay there, she knew it wouldn't be safe for you. Reluctantly, she got up and slowly walked towards the bed. She lowered you down in the bedside bassinet and shushed you down when you started to stir. "Shhhh... It's okay. You're okay." She murmured in order to soothe you. As much as she loved you... she desperately needed to get some sleep and couldn't wait for her head to hit her pillow. "There we go. Goodnight my love."
Natasha was right of course, like she usually was : you woke up four hours later crying, startling the woman awake. It felt like she had just closed her eyes, and Natasha didn't want to believe the automatic clock on her night stand telling her that it was now 6:37am. She quietly sighed, her body moving slowly due to her sleepy state as she made her way towards her crying infant. She rested her arms on the rails and looked down at you, desperately crying and squirming in a swaddle. Your face was red and angry as you suddenly began to scream. She subconsciously moved her hand to rest on your stomach. Her touch calmed you down slightly almost immediately, turning your cries into pitiful whines that made Natasha coo in sympathy. "Good morning to you too." She said, despite her yawn, and bent down to pick you up. She brought you into her arms and placed a kiss on your little chubby cheek.
Less than a second later, an unpleasant smell hit her nose. She should've known, but it still surprised her. "Oh, you stink." Natasha turned around and eased you down on the changing table that was in the corner of her room, making you let out a discontent cry at the loss of warmth and contact.
"You're okay little on, mama's right here. I promise I'll be quick, and you'll be back in my arms in noooo time." She cooed, hoping that her voice would be enough to calm her squirming and displeased child. She slowly undid the swaddle, letting you stretch your body with a satisfied look on your face. She was watching you with so much love, but she was pulled back to reality when she heard another one of your unhappy whines. Natasha made a quick work of getting a new diaper out, and changing you. Like she promised, you were back in her arms a second later. Your body curled up into one of those newborn scrunch and Natasha gathered the small bundle in her arms and held you close to her chest. "See, what did mama tell you?!" Natasha teased. She playfully rolled her eyes as you made yourself comfortable in her arms. She rested her hand on the back of her head as she exited her bedroom. She was careful to close the door slowly behind you, she didn't want to slam it shut and accidentally scare you with loud noises.
For a change of scenery, she sat on the couch. She grabbed everything she would be needing before she let her body sink into the comfortable cushions. She pulled you off of her, choosing to cradle you instead, and it was in a moment like these she was relieved to be sleeping with nothing under her top as you began to grow more and more agitated as well as frustrated.
With a little bit of guidance from Natasha, you were able to feed without a problem.
In the meantime, she reached for the TV remote and turned on the news. There was another report on the Avengers latest news, something about chasing someone through a city somewhere in the world. It felt strange, to be there alone while the rest of her teammates were on the other side of the globe doing something 'important'. They were protecting the world... meanwhile she was just feeding her baby and felt like a cow. It was a bittersweet feeling, because her priorities changed, you were on top of the list, her number one priority, and she wouldn't trade her new life for the world, even if that meant loosing sleep and constantly feeding her little parasite.
Once you were done and burped, she strapped you to her chest so she could go on with her morning. She fixed herself a bowl of cereal and a glass of OJ... Simple enough. She eyed her coffee machine with envy. Even if professionals assured her it was okay to have caffeine if she didn't overdo it, she preferred waiting a little bit.
She watched you as you moved around as much as the carrier allowed you to. Natasha enjoyed those short moments where you were awake and alert. She loved watching you explore and discover parts of your body and new sounds, or just the world in general.
"Hey Y/n..." She grabbed a rattle and waved it on the side of your face to keep you engaged. She moved it closer to you, now the simple object being in your reach as your fingers tried to grasp it.
"What do you think about going for a walk later, hmm? We could go to the park? What do you say?" You let out a small coo, and even if Natasha knew you couldn't understand her it felt like you two were having a conversation. "See, I knew you'd agree."
You eventually fell back asleep, allowing Natasha to pursue her morning routine. She opted to let you sleep in your nursery for once and laid you down in your crib. She turned out the white noise machine and then, she went to shower. You had just fallen asleep, so it was now or never. The hot water against her skin felt amazing and at the end Natasha felt like a new woman. She quickly changed into fresh clothes from the load of laundry she put on the drying rack the night before, feeling ready to take on the day.
As you snoozed away, Natasha continued with the house chores like doing the dishes that had been sitting in her sink, she vacuumed and even cleaned her room a little bit. You two were cooped up in there most of the time and the mess was everywhere. She picked up all the clothing item off the floor and put them away to be washed, she emptied the bins. She tidied up the changing station and put away the onesies and burp cloths she just washed. She went as far as changing her bedsheets. She was usually so exhausted that new linens was always at the bottom of the list.
She was getting ready for your walk when a loud wail from the room next door interrupted her. "Mama's coming sweetheart. Mama's coming."
She pushed the door opened and immediately walked towards the crib to take you out only to find you captivated by the mobile that adorned your crib. She received it as a gift from Steve, apparently he made that himself so of course if occupied a special place in her home. I had a wooden frame, and little colourful felt balls, stars, clouds and animals hung above you. Each of the little attachment had a particularity, but you'll find that out when you'll be older. One of the attachments made a satisfying rattle noise while another contained a tiny bell, which caught your attention when Natasha turned it on, the object coming to life before your eyes.
Thanks to Tony, they found a way to make it rotate and Natasha was obsessed with it, and she was now glad you were too.
"Hello pretty girl." She greeted you. She lifted you into her arms, and you melted into her. She swayed you from side to side, wishing she had music to dance to, but this was perfect already. Too bad it had to end eventually. "Come on, let's get you changed, and then we'll go to the park like I said."
Repeating the same action, she once again laid you down, and you unsurprisingly whined at the loss of warmth and comfort. Natasha unbuttoned the onesie and slid her hand between the tissue and your body. She rested her hand over your small chest and tummy, the immediate contact immediately giving satisfaction. "Mama's right here."
"I think you'll love the park, especially when you'll be older but nothing is stopping you from enjoying the park in the safety of my arms for now." She continued to speak to you throughout the change. Natasha knew you didn't like it when she changed you. You didn't like when the cold air hit your body or when Natasha was moving you around just to get you into a new diaper. Too much disturbance. Natasha's voice was a good distraction, you just stared at the red haired woman above you with curious eyes and let it happen without a fuss. She tapped the diaper shut with a smile, "There, all nice and clean. Now let's pick out an outfit. What are we thinking?"
Natasha needed to find something practical, but she also wanted something nice. It was a sunny day outside, and even though it was a bit chilly and windy, she wanted to enjoy every minute of it. She took out a long-sleeved onesie, a cardigan and baby dungarees. She'll regret it later when she'll have to change you out of them and she knows it, but it didn't matter cause you looked absolutely adorable. To finish off the look, she placed a little bonnet over your head to protect it from the sun but also to cover your little ears from the cold.
She wrestled you into the carrier. Even if it seemed like you didn't want to be strapped to your mother, you immediately accepted your fate and laid your head on her chest anyway. She buttoned up her coat and took a look into the mirror, smiling softly when she saw your little head poking out. "Well you certainly look cosy." She commented.
She slung her bag over her shoulder, checking she had everything from diapers and bottles to her phone and keys. She released a deep sigh, and one of her hands came to rest on the back of your head as the other fumbled with the lock. "Prepare to leave the house Y/n." She spoke looking down at you, however your focus was on the noise the keys made.
The fresh air hit her face immediately after opening the door. This kind of weather was one of Natasha's favourite, cold but sunny. She could feel the sun rays against her skin warming her up, but it was still cold outside and couldn't leave without a coat.
The walk to the park wasn't far, and she reached it within ten minutes. She didn't know what day it was, but she was thankful school aged children were in class as she didn't want to deal with a million kids running around and be in a large crowd. So far, she'd seen runners, people walking their dogs and elderlies taking their daily walks. It was a nice moment, and she was incredibly happy to be able to share it with you.
Eventually, and sooner rather than later, you began to show cues you were hungry. "No baby, no fingers. They're yucky." She told you as she pulled your hand you were subconsciously sucking on. Natasha stopped at a small café inside the park. She would've gone somewhere else, but it was the closest stop and if that meant she could feed you comfortably, then she'll pay for a ridiculously priced iced tea.
When the employee came back with the warmed up bottle and her iced tea, she unstrapped the carrier and lifted your squirming body into her arms. She laid you across her forearm, and held up the bottle with her other hand. "Hey, look what I have for you." She said while stroking your cheek. You turned your head towards her and parted your lips, Natasha expecting this reaction placed the bottle in your mouth. She sipped on her tea while you fed, sometimes she'd take the bottle away when you were going a bit too fast. She didn't want you to get the hiccups. "Hey, slow down little girl. No one is gonna steal this bottle away from you." She 'told you off' after the third time she had to take the bottle away.
In the end, you ended up falling asleep without even finishing your milk and Natasha gently burped you. It was time to go home. She paid her overpriced iced tea and cinnamon roll and left, but she was definitely going to add going to the park into your routine from now on. She had a great time finally being out of the house and your little cocoon.
At home awaited a new load of laundry she had to do, and knowing this, she dragged her feet a little on the way back. She reluctantly unlocked the front door, but she was glad to be in the comfort of her own home once again. She promptly removed her coat and hung it, she slipped her shoes and made her way to your nursery where she unstrapped the carried and laid you down on the changing table.
Yeah, she definitely regretted the dungarees now that she had to change you without waking you up. She was a trained spy, she could do this... right?
After all, there was nothing she couldn't do.
It was a painfully slow process, but she eventually managed to get everything off of you. The dry diaper felt like a blessing and the redhead waisted no time in putting you in a fresh onesie and sleep sack swaddle. She wiped your hands clean and just like that, you were finally ready for bed. She laid you down in the crib, turned on the white noise machine. She stopped on her way out and leaned against the door for a second. She could see the rise and fall of your chest through the cribs bar so she contently watch you sleep for a minute.
It brought her peace.
Her baby sleeping in the nursery she spent months preparing for your arrivals. She remembers painting the walls... She had spent hours in the hardware store with Steve and Wanda because she wanted to choose the perfect colour and literally went through every single shade to end up with a dusty purple that she loved. Then she spent hours painting the closet, from floor to ceiling, and made sure every inch of each wall was covered in paint.
She and the team wrote all over the rest of the nursery's walls before applying wallpaper over those sweet notes. She also spent a while before choosing it. Hey, can you blame her for wanting this room to be absolutely perfect in every way?
This was for the most important and her favourite person in her life!
The wallpaper... she didn't install though. The delivery was delayed, and when it finally got there she was too far along in her pregnancy to do it. She was disappointed of course.
However, the wallpaper was absolutely worth the wait. The small details of the flowers fit perfectly with the shade of purple she chose for the walk-in closet, and it tied everything together. So even if she told herself that she wanted to turn this room into a nursery all on her own, it was worth to delegate this one task. She got to watch Bucky and Sam struggle to install it. It was a good show and in the end they did a pretty decent job.
The only part of the actual nursery that wasn't covered in wallpaper were the doors and moulding. They were painting a deeper shade of purple. Natasha definitely had a theme in mine here.
She built a side table herself, and it was now against the wall and not too far from your crib. She placed a lamp on it, and the warm glow it bathed the room in made a huge difference. She installed painting and carpets. Melina gifted her a quilt that she was obsessed with, and now it was resting on the back of the rocking chair she had in this room. She only ever used it on colder evenings, when doing some skin to skin.
She put so much thought into that space that if she could spend every moment in this room she would. All the sentimental touches around made her heart burst with love, she didn't know she could care and love someone so much and it hurt. She framed some of the emails she sent to an address she created for you and hung them on the wall in a photo frame. Every drawing your cousins made were on display next to ultrasound's pictures.
Everything in this room was a labour of love from the paintings to Steve's handmade mobile to the furniture to the toys and books she picked out. She hung up a small ballerina tutu her sister gifted her as a joke on a cute bow hook, and next to it was a perfect little jumper with your name on it that Wanda kindly knitted for you.
She couldn't wait for you to grow up just a little bit, so you could enjoy the room as well. You had so many things to discover in here.
She gently closed the door on her way out, not all the way though. And now, she had more chores to do. With good music on, time seemed to fly by, and the laundry was done, she cleaned the rest of the living room and tidied up the kitchen after cooking.
She checked on you repeatedly, every fifteen minutes to be exact, but you were still asleep. Natasha turned on the TV and a movie to distract herself. But after three and a half hour, you were awake and let the entire world know with sharp screams. Natasha was used to hearing her newborn's cries after waking up... but screaming? This wasn't your regular whimpers and tears, but a sudden cry that caught her off guard and sent her in a panic. But of course, the minute she picked you up, you immediately calmed down. "Hey, what was that all about, huh? Were you scared because mama wasn't there any more?"
She didn't bother to wait for an answer, but feeling you relax against her was all the confirmation she needed., "Yeah? You fell sleep against my chest, and I bet you had no idea where you were or how you got there or where mommy was. It's okay my sweet little one."
The sound of her voice and the vibrations of her chest where your head laid helped you drift back off to sleep. Natasha didn't notice your small yawns and droopy eyelids. She only caught it when she passed a mirror and saw her reflection, spotting her sleeping little one clinging to her like a little koala.
"Hey! No, no. No falling back asleep, you've slept enough for now, and you need to eat. Let's get you changed, and then you can hang out with mama. How exciting is that?!" Natasha laid you down once again after struggling to detach your tiny little hand from her shirt. You were stronger than she imagined. Then she went through the process of changing the diaper once more. It feels like it's all she's been doing lately.
When your fingers found your mouth, Natasha took it as her clue to hurry up before you start crying out of hunger. After prying your fingers from your mouth, and earning an unhappy grunt, she sat down on the nursery's rocking chair. Natasha made herself comfortable before adjusting you correctly. When she made sure everything was going smoothly, she let out a small sigh. She let her head fall on the headrest, exhaustion finally starting to sink in. Her hand absent-mindedly started to softly pat your lower back, and she relaxed. She focused on the noises of breastfeeding that she learnt to love them.
She was surprised the first time by the feeding noises that come with breastfeeding a baby. Her parenting books did not mention these sounds. Photos are silent, and she had never spent time with a breastfeed baby before you. So it came as a surprised the first few times she heard you grunt, suck or breathe heavily.
But it came in a cycle suck, swallow, breath, suck, swallow, breath and it brought her some type of comfort.
Natasha was pulled out of her thoughts when you detached yourself and turned your head away. Your head now simply rested in the crook of her elbow, and you looked up at the woman hoovering over you. And Natasha, just like you, was taking in every detail of your face. She let her finger caress the bridge of your nose, and watched in awe as your face cutely scrunched up and your eyelids flutter.
"Are we all done now?"
Placing the burp cloth over her shoulder, she held you upright with the head resting on her shoulder. She began to pat the back with your other hand. Everything was doing fine until you spit up on the both of you. "Thank you, this is exactly what we needed." Natasha muttered. For the umpteenth time, she headed towards the dress to pick out a new romper. She laid you down and you wailed loudly. "I'm sorry darling... But you know if you don't want to be changed again then you shouldn't throw up all over us. It's the consequences of your action." She talked to you through it, something she recently found out helped you and made you stop crying and squirming around so much. It didn't stop the occasional whines or grunt as she moved you around, but it was definitely an improvement from the screaming and wailing. "I know, I'm so annoying. Must be tough being a baby." She teased, grabbing your little feet as you started kicking.
"Yep, you're definitely my child. I don't even know why I'm surprised."
Natasha lifted you into her arms once more and she walked out your room. She noticed the TV still playing in the living room, oops. Looks like she completely forgot about it.
She contemplated what to do, and to be honest she didn't really know what she wanted. She started by putting you down in a nest like mattress, kinda like a baby cocoon. Then she laid down a yoga mat. She moved the nest from the couch to the ground. Natasha hovered over you, and watched as you looked up. "Hello."
You tilted your head, Natasha laughed. "Hi." She said again through giggles.
"What is mama doing huh?!"She questioned while lifting your but so she could strap you down and made sure you were safe. You didn't like that one bit. "Ooh, someone isn't happy to be stuck in there. I'm sorry baby, whine all you want it won't stop mama from keeping you safe. See! You're all good now." She continued. You did in fact calm down a moment later. Well, you just didn't like being disturbed much.
Natasha took a look at the outfit she changed into after the spit up accident, an oversized shirt and biker shorts... At least she didn't have to change as well for this. She would've if it were necessary, but she just strapped you down, and she really didn't like the idea of leaving you alone even for a minute. Especially if you weren't in sight. She pulled a hair tie from her wrist and tied up her hair so it wasn't in the way, and now she was ready to begin.
To prepare her body, she did a quick warm up before starting a few of the exercise her midwife showed her.
Then, the redhead came onto her hands and her knees with her baby resting at the top of the mat facing her. Natasha let her hands can be on either side of your chest. She positioned herself so her shoulders were over her wrists and she spread her fingers. Then, she walked her knees back slightly and dropped her hips until she was in the shape of an incline plane with her knees on the floor. She widened her collar bones and firmed the muscles of her arms. She Inhaled and exhales, slowly lowering herself down by bending her elbows. As you couldn't roll away give, Natasha gave you a quick smooch before she lifted herself back up on the next inhale. She repeated this exercise a few times. She enjoyed watching you squirm every time she bothered you but she couldn't lie, it made her heart burst with love.
"Yeah mama's a bit crazy, isn't she? To be honest, I don't really know what I'm doing either. I thought it could be fun you know?" She shared her thoughts as she prepared for the next position.
Still on her hands and knees facing you, with her hands inches from your feet, at each inhale she reached her right leg back behind her, so it was parallel to the floor. She exhaled and rounded her back. She pushed the floor away as she pulled her knee in toward her nose, always careful not to hit you in the process! She planted the foot right between her hands. Inhaled and lifted her torso up, so she found herself in a low lunge. She lifted her chest and softened her shoulders. As she exhaled, she lowered her torso toward the floor and give her newborn a sweet tickle on your tummy. Then she inhaled and lifted her torse before exhaling. She repeated a few time before switching legs. At one point, you yawned, "Oh I'm sorry, am I bothering you?"
She didn't want you to fall asleep on the floor but she wasn't done yet. The best compromise was the swing. It was gifted to her and she had never used it until now. Still not a fan of being disturbed, Natasha earned herself a a few angry cries as she buckled you in. It took her a minute to figure out how on earth that thing worked cause she simply had no idea. She even got the little handbook out to make sure she wasn't doing anything she wasn't supposed to. She was a nervous mama. It worked out perfectly in the end cause you loved that thing and Natasha was happy to have some time to finish her yoga exercises.
By the time she was done, it was still pretty early. So after a little snack she got you out of the swing. You woke up briefly but didn't complain about being in her arms. No, this was the dream, way wayyyy better than the swing.
Up in the bathroom, she filled up the tub with a small amount of water. After undressing you, she placed you immediately in the water feet first, so you didn't get cold. Natasha was stressed every single time she bathed you. For some reason it felt like you were even more vulnerable in the bath.
She gently splashed warm water over you to keep them warm in the tub before reaching for a wash cloth to clean your face and your scalp. She squirted a small amount of shampoo in her hand, and gently massaged in your hair. To wash it out, she carefully and slowly tipped your head back and with one head poured some warm water on the back of your head. You cooed and wriggled in Natasha's hold but stayed relatively relaxed, she hoped that it'll stay that way in the future. She witnessed the Bartons trying to bathe her niece and nephews and it always was a nightmare, pure chaos.
The second she got you out she wrapped your body in a hooded towel and pulled the hood up. You looked absolutely cute in your little duck towel and snuggled against Natasha's chest.
She barely had time to finish dressing you that the doorbell rang. A new sound for you that you didn't like. It was loud and startling, a big no no. The bell rang over and over again, so Natasha rushed to the front door with you in her arms. As she got closer to the door, she could recognize the friend's muffled voice and the giggles.
She opened the door to reveal a smiling Wanda and her two sons causing mischief. "Wanda, hi! What are you... What are you doing here?" Natasha was thrilled to finally see and talk to another adult, but she just couldn't figure what the woman was doing there. The twins pushed past her, not wasting one more second and rushed into the living room to dump the content of their bags on the floor to begin to play. They had priorities.
"You said the boys and I could come over to meet Y/n today... You forgot, didn't you? I can't blame you when you have a little one to keep you on your toes. Speaking of the baby, where is Y/n?" Wanda's eyes immediately fell on you, cradled protectively in Natasha's hold. "Oh hello to you too." Natasha pushed your fits away from your face so Wanda could take a proper look. You wrapped your hand around Natasha's figure with such force and didn't let go. "You're just too cute but why are you crying hmm?" The brunette asked as your cries turned into pitiful little sniffles. Natasha soothing motion against your cheek and the fresh air must've helped.
"The doorbell startled her just as she was falling back asleep, she didn't like that. The little miss likes her sleep." Natasha said, and watched as Wanda's face fell before the witch began to apologize profusely.
"I'm sorry about the boys. I tried to make them stop, but Billy saw Tommy do it, and you know how they are. I don't have enough hands, they have so much energy in such small bodies–"
"It's fine Wanda, honestly. Now, come on in before Tommy and Billy destroy my living room."
The redhead ushered the other woman inside and they were met by the sight of the boys fighting over a toy truck as if they didn't have three others. But no apparently they both wanted to play with the red one.
This type of arguments often happened according to Wanda. One twin sees the other playing with a certain toy and suddenly they both want it. It happened over everything and anything, pens... if Billy was colouring with a blue pen then Tommy needed the blue pen. Not another one no, no. He wanted the one Billy was using and holding. Wanda tried everything and went as far as buying everything twice, but it wasn't working.
Natasha and Wanda walked into the living room to find Tommy on his back, holding the truck up and away from his brother Billy how tackled him to reach the vehicle. "Boys! No fighting!"
They both scrambled away hearing their mother's voice, and they abandoned the truck in the middle of the room. All of this just for that?! Wanda quietly sighed before sitting down comfortably on the couch to keep an eye on her little devils.
Natasha looked at the scene before her fondly until "Here take her while I make her a bottle. Maybe that'll get her to sleep." She didn't let Wanda reply and immediately transferred you gently into the witch's arms. The boys watched it happen from the distance. "Y/n, be good for your aunt." Natasha warned before leaving the room.
"Boys, come look." Wanda beckoned them over, they were hesitant at first but they quickly overcame it. Billy and Tommy climbed either side of Wanda, and the two of them looked down.
"Baby." One pointed out.
"Tiny." The other added.
"She is, isn't she?!" Wanda couldn't help but agree. You were small, just like her boys were when they were born, but they were twins and premature, you however just took after your mother. She was broken out of her little trance when one of the twins hit your arm a little too strongly to her liking. He didn't mean to hurt you, sometimes they don't realise their strength and she knew that but this type of behaviour was not allowed. She quickly grabbed Tommy's wrist to stop him. "No, no mister. Gentle hands remember?"
Natasha came back a while later, and to her big surprise you were just fine. You usually didn't like being away from her, and she didn't know how you'd react to someone else holding you. Maybe you just liked Auntie Wanda. She lifted Billy out of his seat to take his place and sat him on her lap instead. She handed Wanda the bottle. "Wanda, here."
Wanda shook the bottle, and it immediately captured your attention as you moved around in her arms. "Is someone hungry?"
The boys looked curious, so the mothers decided to have the boys included in the process. "Wanna help mommy feed Y/n?" Tommy quickly nodded his head and he rested his hand on top of Wanda's. To be honest you couldn't care less, you were being fed and about to go back to sleep, as long as you were not disturbed everything was fine.
The boy looked fascinated and quickly after, Billy wanted to try as well. Like mentioned earlier, if one twin was doing something the other had to do it as well. After a couple of minutes, Natasha took Tommy's hand away to replace it with Billy.
However, they both got bored by it quickly. It was predictable of course. The two toddlers were just two years old. They went back to play cars, while Natasha looked for a movie to play in the background. She chose The Lion King, the critically acclaimed movie's volume was turned down to not disturb the sleeping baby, but it was loud enough for everyone else to watch if they wanted to.
Everything was fine, the atmosphere was perfect.
You were on the verge of falling asleep when you and Wanda were hit by a tiger stuffed animal. You immediately started to cry, and Wanda was shocked at her boys' display of jealousy. So much that she accidentally dropped the bottle on the ground... you were almost done anyway. Tommy and Billy were still young, and she expected them to have big feelings, but they were nice and caring boys. This type of behaviour was out of the ordinary.
To have a word with her boys, she passed you back to your mother who let you cuddle close to her. "Sh, sh, sh little girl. Go back to sleep. It's okay. You're okay." Her gentle pats against your back were effective and the small lullaby she was humming helped you fall asleep. She placed you back down in the swing to get started on dinner. She didn't leave without covering you with a small quilt though, it was starting to get cold, and you wear just wearing a onesie.
Wanda came back with each of her boys perched up on her hips. She sat them down on the couch, the Lion King still playing. They were both sniffling, and their tears stained cheeks were the evidence of a small breakdown. She handed them each a sippy cup and a snack to hold them off until dinner, and she smiled realizing everyone was finally at peace. "I'm sorry."
Natasha was quick to dismiss the witch's apologies again. Despite being painted as a cold and stern individual, she was actually quite understanding. Especially now that she was a mother of her own. "It's okay. They were just a little jealous that's all. They're not used to share you with anyone else. It's understandable. And they're two. They don't know better."
"Is Y/n asleep?" She inquired for peace of mind. Natasha pointed to the swing in the corner of the room and Wanda took a small peak. "She looks sooo cute all snuggled in the swing."
They deemed the boys to be calm enough to get started on dinner. Obviously they still checked on the kids every five minutes, but the boys were too engrossed in the movie to notice their mother was gone, and you were snoozing away peacefully.
It was now or never.
They managed to get the majority of the meal done when they heard some ruckus coming from the living room. The movie was done, and the boys were gone. It took Wanda five seconds to scan the room and find them. Both the the toddlers were gathered around the swing. "We can't leave you alone for five minutes, can we?" She muttered under her breath.
She made her way over, and saw the boys were pushing the swing from side to side. "If you want to rock the baby, you have to be gentle. Like this." She demonstrated for them, and let the boys copy her. When they were a bit too rough, she made them try again. "Good boys."
Playing nicely was boring though, and Tommy had the wonderful idea to poke your cheek. And if Wanda didn't stop him, he would've done it over and over again with Billy joining him at some point. You had just fallen asleep, and Wanda dreaded the idea of waking you up. "Hey, no! Stop poking her. I know she has chubby cheeks, and it's really tempting but Y/n doesn't like it."
"M'kay." Tommy didn't seem convinced. Wanda decided to leave you alone and grabbed the boys hands to get them ready for dinner.
The witch got them to watch their hands, and even managed to get them to stay in their seats. When Natasha served the ma and cheese they prepared, they stilled and began to eat. They were so fast, you'd think that Wanda was starving them.
Dinner went by without a hitch. Natasha, not wanting to leave you alone in the living room alone for too long, picked you up from the swing and strapped you to her chest where you continued to sleep. By the end of the evening, the boys were just done and overtired. They were whining and crying, Wanda had no choice but to take them home. She got them dressed, and was saying her goodbyes with two boys pulling at her hands or her jacket. You must've been extremely tired because you were completely unbothered about the whole thing.
"So, we're going to leave you guys alone. Thank you for having us." Wanda panted as she picked up Billy to rest him on her hip while Tommy was pulling at her pants.
"Well thank you for coming. I'm not gonna lie it felt nice talking to another adult."
"It does, doesn't it?!" Wanda giggled, the two women started a new discussion but no one was having it. The boys kept whining and crying, they were so loud that Wanda's ear started to hurt. "Yes baby, we're going... We're going."
Natasha walked them to the car, and watched from the side as Wanda fought with the boys to get them to sit in their respective car seats. She closed the car's doors, and took her little time saying goodbye to you. "Bye Y/n. I'll come back soon alright? When Vis has the boys, I'll come back to get all the baby snuggles." She promised. She stroke your cheek with her index finger. You wrapped your hand around it and Wanda just knew she'd never been able to say no to you from now on.
"I'm here to you know." Natasha joked. She watched the whole scene happen with eyes filled with love. Wanda grumbled, the moment 'ruined'. "Wow, I've been replaced."
"You're just my bestie's mother." Wanda continued before heading to her car. She left Natasha on the side walk in a state of shock while she climbed in her car to get her boys home. "Bye Nat!"
She waved to the boys from the sidewalk and waited until the car was out of her sight to go back home. She felt you squirm against her, it surprised her because a second ago you were asleep, but now you were wide awake staring up at her. Natasha's smile was wide noticing he had your attention. Her finger came to brush your cheek and like you did with Wanda, you grasped her finger. "Did Auntie Wanda wake you up from your beauty sleep?"
She leaned down to kiss the top of your head, earning a whine for some reason. She cocked an eyebrow, surprised by your behaviour. "I apologize for bothering you, but you're just too cute for this world. And I will remind you... Every... Single... Day."
Natasha then began to wash the dishes she was supposed to do earlier. She had a dishwasher that for some reason she didn't use it. It was just a question of habits, but it was a stupid decision to purchase a dishwasher that she never even used before.
It went by quicker than she thought, and when she checked the clock it read 10:13. She dried her hands turned off all the lights in the living room and kitchen. She double-checked everything was closed and locked before heading to her room. "Come on. Mama's gonna change you real quick and feed you one last time before bed. Does that sound like a good deal?"
The redhead stayed true to her word and did exactly that. After making sure you were all clean and your tummy was full, she laid you down. Your eyes were droopy, but you were still awake for some reason that Natasha couldn't figure out. She tried everything and even began to sing all the nursery rhymes she knew. It worked eventually, and she was relieved to finally be able to catch up on sleep.
Natasha fell asleep shortly after you, her heart filled with love. She needed to get some rest in order to be able to get up in four hours. However, she was happy to do it. Even if all of her days blended into each other, she savoured every moment because you were already growing up too fast for her taste.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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