Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

MORNING

NATASHA X DAUGHTER READER
Y/N'S AGE : FOUR YEARS OLD
TYPE : FLUFF
PROMPT : You have a nice and cozy summer morning with Natasha and Wanda, your moms.

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THIRD PERSON POV
On a warm summer morning, the rising sun cast a rosy hue across the sky as golden rays of sunlight seeped into Wanda and Natasha's room. As they were sleeping soundly, their legs tangled together and their naked bodies pressed together, they were suddenly woken up by a loud thud.

"Wanda?" Natasha croaked out as she adjusted to the light.

The younger woman's eyes snapped open abruptly as she questioned. "What?"

"I think it's Y/N." Natasha sighed, reluctantly standing up and putting some clothes on as she ended up naked after having spent a tiring but thrilling night with her wife.

"I'm coming." Wanda whispered, rubbing the sleep away from her heavy eyelids.

Both lumbering towards their daughter's room, they were met with an oddly familiar sight. Their four year old was laying on the floor, obviously having fallen off the bed.

"Jesus, we need to start putting pillows on the floor." Wanda groaned, tiredly leaning into her wife's side.

"We really do. Everytime she wakes up, she's either upside down, shirtless, missing a sock or literally on the floor." Natasha chuckled wearily, pinching the bridge of her nose and comfortingly rubbing Wanda's arm with her other hand.

After thinking for a moment, Wanda's eyebrows furrowed. "How does she even manage to stay asleep? It's insane."

Raising her eyebrows teasingly, Natasha encircled the shorter woman's waist and started tickling her. "She gets it from her Mama."

Trying to get out from her grasp, Wanda laughed lowly. "Stop! That's not even true!"

"Oh but it is, waking you up is always a nightmare." She kept going, then pecked the desperate woman's lips a few times, who was now out of breath.

"Keep it up and you'll be sleeping on the couch." Wanda huffed lazily, crouching down next to her daughter.

Natasha joined her, sitting by her side as she stroked her little miracle's auburn hair. "Wake up baby, it's Mommy and Mama."

Slightly whining, Y/N opened her eyes, her back hurting from laying down on the floor. "Up?" She asked adorably, making grabby hands towards Wanda who then happily picked her up.

"Morning, my sweet angel." Wanda whispered quietly as Y/N curled up in her chest, Natasha watching them in awe. "Want to say hi to Mommy?"

Y/N nodded wearily against her shoulder, then slipped into her other mother's arms.

"Morning, sweetheart. Does anything hurt?" Natasha asked carefully, swaying the both of them side by side.

"My back, Mommy." Y/N answered, almost falling asleep again due to the amount of thoughtfulness and love she was receiving.

"Breakfast will definitely make it better. Let's go." Wanda smiled, grabbing her wife's hand and leading her little family to the kitchen.

Natasha sat on the counter, still holding Y/N against her, letting Wanda work her magic.

After a few quiet minutes, the amazing cook plated up fresh waffles for her family. As everyone was now wide awake, they all made their way outside to enjoy the comfortable dew of the morning.

"Mama! Mama! Can I have strawberries on my waffles?" Y/N asked excitedly, now fully alert.

"Of course, love bug." Wanda chuckled, doing as asked.

Chattering merrily, Natasha popped her last piece of waffle in her mouth and rubbed Wanda's fingers with her thumb. "Thanks for breakfast, baby."

"You're very welcome." She grinned, pulling her into a short but passionate kiss, until they were interrupted by a whine.

"Ew! Mama, stop! Only I am allowed to kiss Mommy." Y/N hid her eyes childishly, crossing her arms and pouting.

She then ran over to the other side of the table and cupped Natasha's face to shower her with kisses, pushing Wanda away from her.

"Hey! That's not very nice!" Wanda pouted teasingly, stifling a laugh as she observed her daughter's jealous manners.

"Both of you can give me all of the kisses in the world, my favorite girls." Natasha giggled, stretching her arm out to pull Wanda into a hug as well as her daughter, until that one whined loudly.

"No! Only me!" Y/N screamed, climbing up into her mother's lap and clutching onto her.

Wanda decided to put on a show and start fake crying. As Y/N noticed that, she quickly let go of Natasha and desperately tugged on Wanda's shirt.

"I'm sorry... Mama... Up?" Y/N asked confused, unconsciously sucking on her fingers and looking up to Wanda.

"Can I kiss Mommy, then?" Wanda teased, wiping her fake tears away.

"Yes, you can... Mommy always says I have to share." Y/N huffed slightly, still wanting to be carried.

"That's right, angel." Natasha smiled madly.

Wanda picked her daughter up and placed her on lap, cradling her and swaying her chair back and forth.

"Who wants to go to the beach?" Natasha asked out of nowhere, eyes full of love.

"Me! Mommy! Me!"