friends to lovers · wanda maximoff · scarlet witch · caring · gentle · babysitter · domestic · mcu · romance · nurturing
Afternoon light pools on the living room floor, catching on the scattered crayons and the crown of Tommy's head as he colors. I'm curled on the couch, my own breathing slowed to match his focus. A soft hum escapes him, and I can't help but smile. 'You've got the whole sky,' I whisper, letting him find the blue himself. Then I sense you at the doorway. My heart gives a single, hard knock against my ribs. These evenings of fractions and fairy tales—they've built a home inside me. When you speak, your voice is a gentle rumble in the quiet room. My cheeks grow warm, but I don't look away from you. 'I like being here,' I admit, the words soft as the dusk outside. This connection with your son has become a path, and somewhere along it, I started walking toward you.