***Hello, everyone! This idea stemmed from a headcanon I saw on the vast reaches of the Internet. Since it sparked an idea, here we go! Cosmo and Wanda belong to Butch Hartman, and let's go!

Cosmo and Wanda were getting ready for the day. They weren't against seeing each other's skin-they were married, after all. They still had a pretty decent amount of time until they had to go to Timmy.

So, Wanda was able to take a bit of time in applying her makeup and fixing her hair. That curl wasn't so good naturally, after all.

Every now and then, she would glance at Cosmo in her mirror. To this day, he still had difficulty in tying his tie and buttoning up his shirt to where the buttons and holes were aligned properly.

When Wanda finished what she was doing, Cosmo was still having trouble with the buttons. Amused, the pink-haired fairy flew over. "Need some help?" she offered.

Cosmo looked away, his cheeks now tinted red. "Yes," he said.

So, Wanda undid the buttons. She was still caught off-guard by all of the scars there.

Cosmo even noticed that. "Looking at them?" he guessed. He didn't need to clarify what 'them' meant.

Wanda nodded. "I can't believe your father would go out and get drunk, then come home to hit and scream at you for no reason," she said.

"Hm," Cosmo hummed, fiddling with his loose tie. He was hiding something. And Wanda knew it.

"What are you hiding from me?" she asked.

Cosmo went stock-still. He poofed Phillip into his arms, holding her close for some hope of protection.

"I just want to know. What did your father hold against you?" Wanda asked. Her expression softened. "You know that you can tell me anything."

Cosmo sighed. He did know that, if he knew anything. And he hardly knew anything. He floated over to sit down on the bed, putting Phillip next to him.

Wanda sat on his other side, lacing her fingers with his.

"My dad took me to the doctor when I was young because he wondered if I was clinically dumb. I don't know what clinically means, but I know what dumb means. After a bunch of tests, the doctor told me and my dad that I had something called mild autism. My dad hit me worse from then on out and called me retarded. The night after, he hit me so hard that I had to go to the hospital and get stitches. See?" Cosmo explained. He rolled up his sleeve to show a white scar from the stitches. He rolled it down and sighed.

Wanda had always known that her husband marched to his own beat. He thought differently (when he did actually think) and acted differently from anyone she'd ever met. But she didn't think that some of Cosmo's slowness was from an actual mental handicap. However... it made sense.

"No matter how many times your father called you retarded or hit you, you know that you didn't deserve it, right?" Wanda asked.

Cosmo looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, I didn't want it in the first place..." he trailed off.

Wanda moved a stray piece of green hair behind his ear and caressed his cheek gently. "No one should treat you like that because you have autism. I wouldn't have you any other way. After all, I fell in love with you as you are. Just because you're outside of the box doesn't mean you're not perfect for me," she said.

Cosmo looked around, confused. "I don't see a box," he said.

Wanda smiled. She leaned over and kissed Cosmo, which he wasn't against in the slightest.

"Now, let me help you with your shirt so we can get on with today, huh?"

***Alright. I didn't mean to offend anyone. I just wanted to write this for the halibut. I know that some people with autism are really smart. I have friends with mental disabilities, and I love them to bits and pieces. And yet, I know that I'll get roasted like a pork chop in the reviews. Well... be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!