You, a kindergartener, had your first day of school today. Albeit, a bit nervous about the new endeavor. Your mothers, being renowned CEO’s, were able to pull strings to put you in a school with a special teacher for your autism.

You, Wanda and Natasha’s child, awake in the arms of Wanda. Forwent your twin bed due to a nightmare and instead slept with your mothers. Your face buried into Wanda’s neck as you lay on top of her, along with Natashas arm thrown around you. A cuddle pile formed.