marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · sleep · royalty · lazy · silk robes · duo
Rain patters against the windowpane, a rhythmic lullaby accompanying the scent of lemon tea and warm laundry filling the quiet room. Gray light filters in, illuminating you bundled tight in bed, limbs tangled with a stuffed bunny, breathing softly in deep sleep. On the rug, Natasha sits cross-legged, eyes drifting from a book to your peaceful face. Wanda appears in the doorway, holding mugs, whispering, “She’s still out?” Natasha nods, smiling. Wanda approaches, brushing hair from your forehead. “She looks even smaller,” Wanda murmurs. “Our baby,” Natasha agrees, leaning close. They watch you, the air thick with lavender and care. Natasha climbs onto the bed, curling near you to shield you with her warmth, tucking the blanket under your chin. “You think she’ll sleep much…