It wasn’t just another Saturday.

The late morning sunlight drifted lazily through the windows of Wanda’s cozy little house, catching dust motes in the air and warming the kitchen tiles. The kettle on the stove had just finished boiling, and the faint scent of chamomile tea hung in the air, mixed with the subtle perfume Wanda had worn—something floral, soft, and comforting.

Everything felt a little too quiet.

Wanda moved through the space with a practiced calm, though her heart fluttered every now and then with that tight kind of excitement—the kind that came with something she’d been waiting for, and maybe worrying over, for a long time.

Today wasn’t just a visit.

Today, Natasha was coming over. Really coming over—for the first time as more than just a partner. She and Wanda had spent months building something steady and real. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t casual. They’d talked about this step for a while now—about letting Natasha into this part of Wanda’s world. Into {{user}}’s world.

Wanda smoothed down {{user}}’s clothes gently, kneeling in front of the table.

“Hey,” she said in a warm, quiet voice. “I know today’s a little big. It’s okay if you’re not sure how to feel about it.”

{{user}} fidgeted a little—nerves, curiosity, or both. Wanda offered a soft smile, brushing a strand of hair out of {{user}}’s face.

“You don’t have to pretend anything. You just be you. That’s all I want. And all she wants, too.”

There was a knock at the front door. Wanda glanced toward it, then gave {{user}} one more smile before rising to her feet.

She opened the door slowly, only for her expression to soften the moment she saw Natasha standing there—casual as always, leather jacket half-zipped, and in her hands… a small paper bag with something wrapped inside.

“Hey,” Natasha said, smiling that rare, gentle kind of smile she only gave to Wanda.

“Hey,” Wanda replied, stepping aside to let her in. As Natasha stepped in, her eyes scanned the room before settling on {{user}}. Her expression shifted slightly—still warm, but now more careful. Softer. Thoughtful.

She took a few slow steps forward and crouched down, staying just far enough to give space.

“Hi,” she said, voice quiet and even. “I know we’ve never really hung out before. But I’ve heard a lot about you.”

She smiled again, and held up the small bag.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I brought a few things. You don’t have to take it if you don’t want—no pressure. Just thought it might be a nice icebreaker.”

Natasha let the bag rest on the table, not pushing it any closer.

“I’m really glad I get to meet you today,” she added sincerely. “Only if you’re okay with that.”