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Pregnancy was the last thing she expected to go through, especially considering how single she’d been for...basically her entire life. But strange things happened, and the next thing she knows Pietro Maximoff’s on one knee and asking her to marry him. Then sped them both off to a honeymoon following a very swift reception.

What’d she expect? This is Quicksilver, we’re talking about.

And after a year of peace, with the occasional minor villain here and there, they finally found themselves settled into the Tower with a surprise on the way. The type of surprise that most would label a surprise, and others life changing.

Because there was a baby in the mix, now.

(Name) sighed happily as she lounged on the couch, the tranquil noon air soothing. There was nothing better in the world than sprawling out on a sofa and chilling all day. And the best part was that no one could knock her for being lazy. According to the doctors, she was confined to bed/chair rest for the remainder of pregnancy.

Which meant she got to do this kind of thing daily. She grinned at the thought, rubbing her massive baby bump in content. The TV was rolling, rain was pouring outside and the cravings were at an all-time low. Nothing could get better than this.

At least, until she realized she needed to go to the bathroom. (Name) grimaced at the feeling, slipping her phone out and searching for her man’s contact. That was one of the many down sides to pregnancy; No bathroom-ing on your own.

”Hey baby, I need your help” She texted, and in literally the half-second after she sent it, Pietro had zipped into the room. (Name) didn’t even have the chance to blink before he was right in front of her, hands on her tummy.

“Vhat is it? Vhat’s wrong? Are you hurt? Are you having contractions again? Did your vater break? Are you okay? Is the baby kicking too hard? Are you craving something? Vhat is it?!” The questions flew by a mile a minute, and she laughed, shaking her head.

“No, dear. I just need your help getting me to the bathroom, is all.” She replied simply, and for the first time in his life, Pietro had nothing to say.

“...You totally just scared me for nothing?” He realized, and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. You’re the one who started freaking out. All I said was I needed help. And now that you’re here, you can!” She concluded, holding her hands out for him to take. Pietro sighed, running a hand through his curly blonde hair before taking hers, and gently lifting her from the couch.

“How bad you need to go?” He asked her, supporting her back with an arm around her waist. “If it’s an emergency, I can get you there right n-”

“Pietro, seriously? We need to go through this again? How many times do I have to tell you-”

“-No speeding vith baby.” They said in unison, one of them a lot more sad sounding than the other.

One of the most excruciating things for this pregnancy was how slow he was forced to take everything. Seriously; No running around with her, no moving quickly or pulling too hard, no zipping her back and forth to doctor’s appointments, the list went on and on.

Top that off with a nine month waiting period for Mini Maximoff, and you have the worst kind of torture for Quicksilver.

“Good boy.” She hummed, giving his hand a squeeze as Pietro took her into the bathroom. The business took a while, as usual, and the man could hardly stand it. Not that he had a choice; Since Wanda was out yet again on a mission with Hawkeye, he was in charge of doing all the things his sister was more than happy to do.

And Pietro Maximoff loved his wife. But he just wasn’t built with the patience needed for this kind of work. Even after suffering through nine months of it.

“Are you done yet?” He asked impatiently, earning a silencing death-glare from his wife. But she nodded, cleaning up and getting out of there with an extremely satisfied sigh.

“Hopefully that’ll be the last break for a couple hours.” She stated, earning a quiet groan from Pietro. She chose to ignore it though, placing a hand on her swollen tummy as he took her back over to the couch and set her down.

“Vhy do you have to go so much, anyvays? It’s really annoying.” Pietro grumbled, flopping down next to her and resting his chin on the baby bump. (Name) rolled her eyes when he peered up at her, the biggest pout on his face.

“You are such a child.” She chuckled, running her hands through his hair soothingly. “And you think it’s annoying, huh? You’re not the one who actually has to go, sit and wait an eternity to pee and then start it all over forty times a day.”

“Is it really forty?”

“I counted. Nothing better to do, right?” (Name) joked, leaning back against the couch cushions. Pietro hummed, rubbing his hands on the growing baby.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, treating your мама like that. Not even out of the vomb and you’re giving her hard time.” Pietro scolded the baby, making both parents grin when the peanut kicked at his hands. “Go easy on her, da? She’s been doing this long time.” He murmured, pressing a kiss where the baby’s foot had been.

“You’re gonna be the best dad ever.” (Name) mumbled, and Pietro beamed, leaning up to peck his wife on the lips.

“And you’ll probably be the best мама ever. So long as you don’t, you know, abandon your child in the middle of nowhere to be raised by strangers.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” She laughed, despite the tale being her husband’s. Pietro sighed happily, slipping behind his wife and holding her close to his chest as the TV rambled on. Even though he was reluctant to admit it, still moments like these could be pretty nice.

“I don’t know vhat I vould do if you disappeared.” He said quietly, peppering her neck with sensual kisses. She hummed, feeling the desire to nap coming on stronger every second. Pietro watched her with a calm look, warmth spreading through his system. He could hardly wrap his head around the fact that this was his girl.

After all the crap that he went through in his life, he still came out on top. His arms wrapped around her body gingerly, pulling her closer to him. He could’ve stayed like this all day. And he gladly would have…

Until (Name) suddenly shuddered, and he heard a light pop. And cue the wetness on his pants leg.

“U-Um, Pietro?”

“Are you kidding, (Name)? You just vent to the bathroom! Vhy’d you do it again on me?”

“I didn’t! My water broke!” She snapped, though her resolve to grump quickly faded when she felt familiar waves of pain. She groaned, lurching forward and clutching her stomach as the pain started to really set in.

“Your vater broke?! Ve have to get you to the hospital, now!!” He exclaimed, scooping her up in his arms and preparing to make a break for it. But (Name) cried out, slamming a hand to his chest and stopping him.

“No you don’t!! You can’t just run me to the hospital, you could-- ack!! Hurt the baby! Put me down!!” She practically screeched, and he complied instantly, popping her on her feet in a millisecond.

“Vhat do you vant me to do, then??” He asked worriedly, feeling panic creeping into his system.

“I ‘vant’ you to go get the overnight bag, and then carefully take me to the elevator, then to the car, and then to the hospital!” She ordered through clenched teeth, and he nodded. He zipped out of the room, snagging the bag and filling it with all the planned clothes and toiletries and coming back in a record 0.4553 seconds.

“Okay, okay, let’s go!” He stated, arm around her waist as he lead her to the elevator. His fingers sped through the numbers, the velocity nearly breaking the buttons. And the trouble of getting his wife to the car was even worse.

“Ughhh, this hurts worse than the time Steve passed me a basketball and hit my face!!” She groaned, clutching her tummy. Pietro yanked her door open, ushering her in. Then he whipped around to his side, and had himself strapped in and the car running before she even had a chance to sit down.

“Hurry up, hurry up! The baby’s coming, voman!!” Pietro urged her, and she glared the most deadly, evil stare he had ever seen.

“Quit showing off and get us to the hospital! Safely, please!!” She demanded, and he nodded, getting them out of the parking lot and onto the highway in a matter of seconds. She prayed to God he wasn’t gonna get them pulled over.

The entire car ride, she clutched onto Pietro’s hand, squeezing it painfully to ride out the contractions. Pietro’s teeth were grit in concentration, trying his best not to swerve whenever she gave him a particularly damaging squeeze.

“Just hang on, (Name); Ve’re almost there!” He assured her, and they couldn’t have reached the hospital fast enough. But it was when they got there that the fun really started.

~*~

Pietro paced outside the room, moving so fast the other Avengers only saw him standing still. Of course, the crazy wind blowing in their faces told them otherwise. Natasha growled when she got a faceful of her hair, grabbing Pietro’s shoulder and yanking him into a chair with surprising strength.

“Maximoff, for the last time, calm down. Otherwise they’re gonna kick you all the way out of the hospital.” She warned him, making Pietro sigh and Tony snicker.

“She’s right. You’re way too anxious about this, kiddo.” Tony told him, arms folded as he relaxed in his chair. The father-to-be shot him a look, foot tapping rapidly on the waiting room tile.

He’d initially been in the room, supporting (Name). But after he started yelling at her for breaking one of his fingers and then floating around the doctors to make sure they were doing their jobs right, he was banned from delivery fairly quickly.

“I just vant to make sure she’s alright. How else vill she vent if she can’t break my hand?” He pointed out, earning chuckles from Bruce and Steve.

“It’ll be fine, Pietro.” Steve told him. “She’s a strong girl. She can handle giving birth on her own, I know it.”

“But I don’t know it, and I’m her husband!” Pietro cried, sliding down in his chair with the most defeated look on his face. “Vhat if something bad happens to her? Vhat if a bad guy invades and kidnaps her? Vhat if one of the doctors are evil and try to attack her? Vhat if all the doctors are evil and try to brainwash my baby into an evil-”

“Are you kidding?” Bruce deadpanned. He knew Pietro’s anxiety was bad, but this was just ridiculous. Pietro shook his head, opening his mouth to continue.

“And that’s just the beginning! Vhat if she has a complication, or if the baby’s born with the chord around its neck or it’s got some crazy superpowers, or she bleeds out and the baby dies or they have to perform Caesarean or-- or--”

Cue Natasha slapping him across the face.

“Calm. Down.” She said bluntly, and Pietro stared, touching the red spot spreading on his cheek. “She’s going to be fine, and the baby will be, too. You don’t need to get so worked up about this.” Natasha told him, and he huffed, settling back into his seat again. He did his best to ignore the snickering men around him.

“You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry.” He muttered, rubbing his cheek. “I’m just vorried about them.”

“Yeah, Speedy, we know. You made that pretty clear.” Tony jeered from the side. Just as Pietro flipped him the bird, a nurse stepped into the waiting room.

“Excuse me, Mr. Maximoff?” She called for him, and instantly he was up, rocketing to her side and scaring the living daylights out of her.

“Yes? Vhat is it? Is (Name) alright? Is the baby okay? Did they make it? Or did something happen? Vhere are they? Can I see them? Can I--”

“Mr. Maximoff! Please!!” She stopped him, holding a hand up to silence his endless questions.

“Ooh. I like this one.” Tony mused, earning a smack on the back of the head from Bruce.

“S-Sorry.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I just wanted to come in and let you know that both (Name) and the baby are perfectly healthy. If you’d like, you can come visit them, now.”

She didn’t even have a chance to finish before Pietro disappeared, a gust of wind trailing behind him as he sped to the delivery room. He stopped himself with the doorway, grabbing onto it as he peered into the room, A115.

And that’s when he locked eyes with (Name). She had tears staining her cheeks, sweat matting her hair and beading her face, and the biggest smile he’d ever seen. She gestured for him to come in tiredly, adjusting the blue bundle in her arms.

Blue meant boy.

“Hey there, Trouble.” She joked weakly, completely limp against the pillows. Pietro slid onto the bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against him. He kissed her forehead sweetly, rubbing her shoulders as he worked the anxiety out of his system.

“I’m so glad you’re alright. I vas so vorried something bad vould happen.” He mumbled, and she looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

“So I heard. The nurses kept talking about how you were freaking out in the waiting room.”

“I couldn’t help it. They veren’t letting me see my family.” He argued, looking down at the pink little boy snoozing away on his mother’s chest. His heart swelled with pride at the sight, and he grinned at his son.

“Well, you were kind of causing a lot of drama.”

“You broke my finger.”

“You got me pregnant.”

“You vanted me to.”

“...Just shut up and hold your son.” She laughed, carefully lifting the boy up and into his father’s arms. She instructed him how to hold the baby properly, even though Pietro looked like he was ready for this his entire life.

He couldn’t take his eyes off his little boy as he landed in his strong hold, cuddling him close to his chest as he watched him sleep. The baby’s tiny brow furrowed, as if he realized he wasn’t being held by his mommy anymore.

“Hey, little boy.” Pietro cooed, leaning down to look at his son. “Hello, baby.”

(Name) couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Pietro was grinning widely, eyes filled with laughter as he stared down at his squeaking little boy. His finger ghosted across the baby’s face, chuckling softly when he squirmed in his blankets.

“You look just like your мама, already. Pink face, cute nose…”

“My face isn’t pink.”

“It is right now.”

“That’s because I just spent the last eleven hours pushing that kid out of my body. What’d you expect?” She huffed, making him snicker. He pecked her forehead, gently returning the baby to her arms.

“You’re the best, (Name).”

“Darn right I am. And don’t you forget it.”

“And you’d be even better if you let me pick the name.” He whispered, making her roll her eyes and look up at him again.

“Oh, really? And if I let you pick his name, what would you call him?” She inquired, and he hummed, tapping his scruffy chin. Then he smiled, looking down at his son again.

“Yury. I vant to call him Yury.”

“Yury Maximoff? I like it.” She stated,d leaning against her husband with the brightest smile in the entire world. “Welcome to the world, Yury.” She cooed, letting her sleeping little boy grasp her finger.

And the peaceful joy they felt couldn’t have been better. It was truly wonderful.

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“YES! MINI MAXIMOFF HAS LANDED!!”

“Tony?! Shut up, you’re gonna wake him up!!”

“NATASHA OWES ME A DATE! IT’S A BOY!”

“No way, it was supposed to be a girl!”

“CHECK IT, BABE!”

“TONY!!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaah!”

“...Sorry, (Name).”

“Pietro, sick’em.”

“Vith pleasure.”

~Ende~

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Pregnancy was the last thing she expected to go through, especially considering how single she’d been for...basically her entire life. But strange things happened, and the next thing she knows Pietro Maximoff’s on one knee and asking her to marry him. Then sped them both off to a honeymoon following a very swift reception.

What’d she expect? This is Quicksilver, we’re talking about.

And after a year of peace, with the occasional minor villain here and there, they finally found themselves settled into the Tower with a surprise on the way. The type of surprise that most would label a surprise, and others life changing.

Because there was a baby in the mix, now.

(Name) sighed happily as she lounged on the couch, the tranquil noon air soothing. There was nothing better in the world than sprawling out on a sofa and chilling all day. And the best part was that no one could knock her for being lazy. According to the doctors, she was confined to bed/chair rest for the remainder of pregnancy.

Which meant she got to do this kind of thing daily. She grinned at the thought, rubbing her massive baby bump in content. The TV was rolling, rain was pouring outside and the cravings were at an all-time low. Nothing could get better than this.

At least, until she realized she needed to go to the bathroom. (Name) grimaced at the feeling, slipping her phone out and searching for her man’s contact. That was one of the many down sides to pregnancy; No bathroom-ing on your own.

”Hey baby, I need your help” She texted, and in literally the half-second after she sent it, Pietro had zipped into the room. (Name) didn’t even have the chance to blink before he was right in front of her, hands on her tummy.

“Vhat is it? Vhat’s wrong? Are you hurt? Are you having contractions again? Did your vater break? Are you okay? Is the baby kicking too hard? Are you craving something? Vhat is it?!” The questions flew by a mile a minute, and she laughed, shaking her head.

“No, dear. I just need your help getting me to the bathroom, is all.” She replied simply, and for the first time in his life, Pietro had nothing to say.

“...You totally just scared me for nothing?” He realized, and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. You’re the one who started freaking out. All I said was I needed help. And now that you’re here, you can!” She concluded, holding her hands out for him to take. Pietro sighed, running a hand through his curly blonde hair before taking hers, and gently lifting her from the couch.

“How bad you need to go?” He asked her, supporting her back with an arm around her waist. “If it’s an emergency, I can get you there right n-”

“Pietro, seriously? We need to go through this again? How many times do I have to tell you-”

“-No speeding vith baby.” They said in unison, one of them a lot more sad sounding than the other.

One of the most excruciating things for this pregnancy was how slow he was forced to take everything. Seriously; No running around with her, no moving quickly or pulling too hard, no zipping her back and forth to doctor’s appointments, the list went on and on.

Top that off with a nine month waiting period for Mini Maximoff, and you have the worst kind of torture for Quicksilver.

“Good boy.” She hummed, giving his hand a squeeze as Pietro took her into the bathroom. The business took a while, as usual, and the man could hardly stand it. Not that he had a choice; Since Wanda was out yet again on a mission with Hawkeye, he was in charge of doing all the things his sister was more than happy to do.

And Pietro Maximoff loved his wife. But he just wasn’t built with the patience needed for this kind of work. Even after suffering through nine months of it.

“Are you done yet?” He asked impatiently, earning a silencing death-glare from his wife. But she nodded, cleaning up and getting out of there with an extremely satisfied sigh.

“Hopefully that’ll be the last break for a couple hours.” She stated, earning a quiet groan from Pietro. She chose to ignore it though, placing a hand on her swollen tummy as he took her back over to the couch and set her down.

“Vhy do you have to go so much, anyvays? It’s really annoying.” Pietro grumbled, flopping down next to her and resting his chin on the baby bump. (Name) rolled her eyes when he peered up at her, the biggest pout on his face.

“You are such a child.” She chuckled, running her hands through his hair soothingly. “And you think it’s annoying, huh? You’re not the one who actually has to go, sit and wait an eternity to pee and then start it all over forty times a day.”

“Is it really forty?”

“I counted. Nothing better to do, right?” (Name) joked, leaning back against the couch cushions. Pietro hummed, rubbing his hands on the growing baby.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, treating your мама like that. Not even out of the vomb and you’re giving her hard time.” Pietro scolded the baby, making both parents grin when the peanut kicked at his hands. “Go easy on her, da? She’s been doing this long time.” He murmured, pressing a kiss where the baby’s foot had been.

“You’re gonna be the best dad ever.” (Name) mumbled, and Pietro beamed, leaning up to peck his wife on the lips.

“And you’ll probably be the best мама ever. So long as you don’t, you know, abandon your child in the middle of nowhere to be raised by strangers.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” She laughed, despite the tale being her husband’s. Pietro sighed happily, slipping behind his wife and holding her close to his chest as the TV rambled on. Even though he was reluctant to admit it, still moments like these could be pretty nice.

“I don’t know vhat I vould do if you disappeared.” He said quietly, peppering her neck with sensual kisses. She hummed, feeling the desire to nap coming on stronger every second. Pietro watched her with a calm look, warmth spreading through his system. He could hardly wrap his head around the fact that this was his girl.

After all the crap that he went through in his life, he still came out on top. His arms wrapped around her body gingerly, pulling her closer to him. He could’ve stayed like this all day. And he gladly would have…

Until (Name) suddenly shuddered, and he heard a light pop. And cue the wetness on his pants leg.

“U-Um, Pietro?”

“Are you kidding, (Name)? You just vent to the bathroom! Vhy’d you do it again on me?”

“I didn’t! My water broke!” She snapped, though her resolve to grump quickly faded when she felt familiar waves of pain. She groaned, lurching forward and clutching her stomach as the pain started to really set in.

“Your vater broke?! Ve have to get you to the hospital, now!!” He exclaimed, scooping her up in his arms and preparing to make a break for it. But (Name) cried out, slamming a hand to his chest and stopping him.

“No you don’t!! You can’t just run me to the hospital, you could-- ack!! Hurt the baby! Put me down!!” She practically screeched, and he complied instantly, popping her on her feet in a millisecond.

“Vhat do you vant me to do, then??” He asked worriedly, feeling panic creeping into his system.

“I ‘vant’ you to go get the overnight bag, and then carefully take me to the elevator, then to the car, and then to the hospital!” She ordered through clenched teeth, and he nodded. He zipped out of the room, snagging the bag and filling it with all the planned clothes and toiletries and coming back in a record 0.4553 seconds.

“Okay, okay, let’s go!” He stated, arm around her waist as he lead her to the elevator. His fingers sped through the numbers, the velocity nearly breaking the buttons. And the trouble of getting his wife to the car was even worse.

“Ughhh, this hurts worse than the time Steve passed me a basketball and hit my face!!” She groaned, clutching her tummy. Pietro yanked her door open, ushering her in. Then he whipped around to his side, and had himself strapped in and the car running before she even had a chance to sit down.

“Hurry up, hurry up! The baby’s coming, voman!!” Pietro urged her, and she glared the most deadly, evil stare he had ever seen.

“Quit showing off and get us to the hospital! Safely, please!!” She demanded, and he nodded, getting them out of the parking lot and onto the highway in a matter of seconds. She prayed to God he wasn’t gonna get them pulled over.

The entire car ride, she clutched onto Pietro’s hand, squeezing it painfully to ride out the contractions. Pietro’s teeth were grit in concentration, trying his best not to swerve whenever she gave him a particularly damaging squeeze.

“Just hang on, (Name); Ve’re almost there!” He assured her, and they couldn’t have reached the hospital fast enough. But it was when they got there that the fun really started.

~*~

Pietro paced outside the room, moving so fast the other Avengers only saw him standing still. Of course, the crazy wind blowing in their faces told them otherwise. Natasha growled when she got a faceful of her hair, grabbing Pietro’s shoulder and yanking him into a chair with surprising strength.

“Maximoff, for the last time, calm down. Otherwise they’re gonna kick you all the way out of the hospital.” She warned him, making Pietro sigh and Tony snicker.

“She’s right. You’re way too anxious about this, kiddo.” Tony told him, arms folded as he relaxed in his chair. The father-to-be shot him a look, foot tapping rapidly on the waiting room tile.

He’d initially been in the room, supporting (Name). But after he started yelling at her for breaking one of his fingers and then floating around the doctors to make sure they were doing their jobs right, he was banned from delivery fairly quickly.

“I just vant to make sure she’s alright. How else vill she vent if she can’t break my hand?” He pointed out, earning chuckles from Bruce and Steve.

“It’ll be fine, Pietro.” Steve told him. “She’s a strong girl. She can handle giving birth on her own, I know it.”

“But I don’t know it, and I’m her husband!” Pietro cried, sliding down in his chair with the most defeated look on his face. “Vhat if something bad happens to her? Vhat if a bad guy invades and kidnaps her? Vhat if one of the doctors are evil and try to attack her? Vhat if all the doctors are evil and try to brainwash my baby into an evil-”

“Are you kidding?” Bruce deadpanned. He knew Pietro’s anxiety was bad, but this was just ridiculous. Pietro shook his head, opening his mouth to continue.

“And that’s just the beginning! Vhat if she has a complication, or if the baby’s born with the chord around its neck or it’s got some crazy superpowers, or she bleeds out and the baby dies or they have to perform Caesarean or-- or--”

Cue Natasha slapping him across the face.

“Calm. Down.” She said bluntly, and Pietro stared, touching the red spot spreading on his cheek. “She’s going to be fine, and the baby will be, too. You don’t need to get so worked up about this.” Natasha told him, and he huffed, settling back into his seat again. He did his best to ignore the snickering men around him.

“You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry.” He muttered, rubbing his cheek. “I’m just vorried about them.”

“Yeah, Speedy, we know. You made that pretty clear.” Tony jeered from the side. Just as Pietro flipped him the bird, a nurse stepped into the waiting room.

“Excuse me, Mr. Maximoff?” She called for him, and instantly he was up, rocketing to her side and scaring the living daylights out of her.

“Yes? Vhat is it? Is (Name) alright? Is the baby okay? Did they make it? Or did something happen? Vhere are they? Can I see them? Can I--”

“Mr. Maximoff! Please!!” She stopped him, holding a hand up to silence his endless questions.

“Ooh. I like this one.” Tony mused, earning a smack on the back of the head from Bruce.

“S-Sorry.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I just wanted to come in and let you know that both (Name) and the baby are perfectly healthy. If you’d like, you can come visit them, now.”

She didn’t even have a chance to finish before Pietro disappeared, a gust of wind trailing behind him as he sped to the delivery room. He stopped himself with the doorway, grabbing onto it as he peered into the room, A115.

And that’s when he locked eyes with (Name). She had tears staining her cheeks, sweat matting her hair and beading her face, and the biggest smile he’d ever seen. She gestured for him to come in tiredly, adjusting the blue bundle in her arms.

Blue meant boy.

“Hey there, Trouble.” She joked weakly, completely limp against the pillows. Pietro slid onto the bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against him. He kissed her forehead sweetly, rubbing her shoulders as he worked the anxiety out of his system.

“I’m so glad you’re alright. I vas so vorried something bad vould happen.” He mumbled, and she looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

“So I heard. The nurses kept talking about how you were freaking out in the waiting room.”

“I couldn’t help it. They veren’t letting me see my family.” He argued, looking down at the pink little boy snoozing away on his mother’s chest. His heart swelled with pride at the sight, and he grinned at his son.

“Well, you were kind of causing a lot of drama.”

“You broke my finger.”

“You got me pregnant.”

“You vanted me to.”

“...Just shut up and hold your son.” She laughed, carefully lifting the boy up and into his father’s arms. She instructed him how to hold the baby properly, even though Pietro looked like he was ready for this his entire life.

He couldn’t take his eyes off his little boy as he landed in his strong hold, cuddling him close to his chest as he watched him sleep. The baby’s tiny brow furrowed, as if he realized he wasn’t being held by his mommy anymore.

“Hey, little boy.” Pietro cooed, leaning down to look at his son. “Hello, baby.”

(Name) couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Pietro was grinning widely, eyes filled with laughter as he stared down at his squeaking little boy. His finger ghosted across the baby’s face, chuckling softly when he squirmed in his blankets.

“You look just like your мама, already. Pink face, cute nose…”

“My face isn’t pink.”

“It is right now.”

“That’s because I just spent the last eleven hours pushing that kid out of my body. What’d you expect?” She huffed, making him snicker. He pecked her forehead, gently returning the baby to her arms.

“You’re the best, (Name).”

“Darn right I am. And don’t you forget it.”

“And you’d be even better if you let me pick the name.” He whispered, making her roll her eyes and look up at him again.

“Oh, really? And if I let you pick his name, what would you call him?” She inquired, and he hummed, tapping his scruffy chin. Then he smiled, looking down at his son again.

“Yury. I vant to call him Yury.”

“Yury Maximoff? I like it.” She stated,d leaning against her husband with the brightest smile in the entire world. “Welcome to the world, Yury.” She cooed, letting her sleeping little boy grasp her finger.

And the peaceful joy they felt couldn’t have been better. It was truly wonderful.

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“YES! MINI MAXIMOFF HAS LANDED!!”

“Tony?! Shut up, you’re gonna wake him up!!”

“NATASHA OWES ME A DATE! IT’S A BOY!”

“No way, it was supposed to be a girl!”

“CHECK IT, BABE!”

“TONY!!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaah!”

“...Sorry, (Name).”

“Pietro, sick’em.”

“Vith pleasure.”

~Ende~