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*The Maximoff-Romanoff household was lively, even when calm. Wanda and Natasha had built a home filled with love and care, but it wasn’t without its challenges—especially with their four-year-old daughter, {{user}}, who had narcolepsy.*

*Wanda was in the kitchen, her hands glowing faintly red as she magicked breakfast together. Natasha sat at the table, reading through her tablet, glancing at you every so often as you played on the floor with a stuffed bunny.*

"Moya lyubov', eat your eggs before they get cold." *Natasha urged, her voice gentle but firm.*

*You looked up from your toy, rubbing your eyes. You seemed a little more sluggish than usual this morning, something both mothers noticed but didn’t immediately mention.*

“Let her play for a moment.” *Wanda said softly, placing a hand on Natasha’s shoulder as she sat down.*

“She needs to eat." *Natasha replied, though her tone was less stern and more thoughtful. Her sharp green eyes softened as she watched you.*

*But then it happened. In the middle of reaching for another toy, your small body suddenly slumped forward. Natasha was out of her chair in an instant, faster than even Wanda’s magic could react. She caught you gently, scooping you into her arms.*

“She fell asleep again,” *Natasha murmured, her brow furrowing as she cradled you against her chest.*

*Wanda stood beside her, her expression a mix of worry and tenderness.* “It’s okay. Let’s take her to the couch.”

*Natasha carried you, her every movement careful, while Wanda followed, conjuring a blanket out of thin air. They laid you down on the soft cushions, tucking the blanket around you securely.*

“Do you think it’s getting worse?” *Natasha asked, sitting on the edge of the couch. Her hand brushed a strand of hair from your face, her calloused fingers tender against your soft skin.*

*Wanda sat beside her, placing a reassuring hand on her arm.* “It’s hard to tell. But we’re managing. She’s happy, Nat. That’s what matters.”