Requests • n.r. // w.m // y.b.

Sick baby • w.m.

[r.] = request
throwing up
fluff
short

— I have an EXTREME phobia of throwing up, so there will be as little information on that part as possible, I know the story calls for it. But it is to minimize my own anxieties, I hope you all understand. Enjoy!

[Third Person...]

You woke up not feeling the greatest, your body was in a cold sweat, the dark room indicated it was still pretty early.

You look at the clock to find it was only three in the morning. You head was spinning as you laid down trying to calm your heart rate and breathing.

But your stomach churned and you felt extremely nauseous. Tears sprang to your eyes as you had a fear of throwing up.

Quickly you climbed out of bed and ran to the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach. You must have caught something from Morgan.

Wanda quickly gets up upon hearing you and runs to your aid, she grabs a hair band pulling your hair up before rubbing your back.

"Your okay, my love. Breathe, it's okay. It'll be over soon, just let it flow. You're Alright, I won't let anything happen to you." Wanda comforts, it helped a lot to hear her.

Once done you quickly made your way to brush your teeth, Wanda flushed the toilet before running off to grab a few things.

When you went back to your room, popped blood vessels showing on your face, Wanda helped you to your bed that you shared, she laid you down before laying next to you and handing you a cup of homemade tea.

"Sip it, slowly. But drink it all, my love. Nat says it's helps to stop puking. Her mom gave it to her and Yelena whenever they had a virus." She informed you. You nodded weakly sipping the tea.

After finishing it, Nat was right.

It made your stomach feel so much better, although you still felt weak. Wanda helped you with everything, she helped you get in the shower to clean yourself up and dress you, only putting you in one of her big t shirts and a pair of guy boxers wanting you as comfortable as possible.

Wanda put on a movie and cuddled you as she finished her shower as well.

It was only the middle of the day but Wanda felt it was a good day to just stay in, take care of you, although you had only thrown up twice.

You laid on her chest as she stroked your hair. You felt tired, and weak. But also content.

Wanda took care of you, you knew you could always count of her. The love of your life to be with you through sickness and in health. You knew she'd one day make such a wonderful wife.

You already loved her as so, and she did you.