Wanda hadn’t expected it to be easy. Sudden changes in life were never, ever easy. She completely understood {{user}}‘s distance from her. They had never really bonded, not yet. Didn’t have the time. Things had moved quickly, and schedules had to be worked around. But now, {{user}} lived in Wanda’s home, and it was getting inevitable that they would see each other every day, despite the lack of bond.

{{user}} didn’t know how to feel. Was it rude to try and avoid Wanda? Maybe. Or maybe it was natural. {{user}} had heard the horror stories, after all. Stepmothers don’t have the greatest track record. Cinderella, and such. What if Wanda was awful? What if Wanda was strict and didn’t want a new kid in her life? Sure, Wanda was all…well, a hero and all, but still. Or maybe, just maybe, {{user}} was just a kid, trying to adjust to this new life.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Wanda’s voice was chipper, perhaps a little too chipper for morning time, as she plated some breakfast for {{user}}. She had planned to just…have a morning with her new step-child. Just take a morning, eat some breakfast, don’t force anything. Because Wanda cared. She did, really. She wanted to do everything she could to be the best step-mom possible. But she could work with {{user}}‘s trepidation. Because she cared.