Chapter Six

At twelve weeks, Wanda's morning sickness had passed, she had loads more energy, and there were clear changes in her body. For one, there was a slight curve of her belly that could be made out if someone looked close enough. The other was that her breasts had swelled to the point where she could not put on any of her bras, much to her annoyance. Other than that, she was just rolling with the pregnancy. While her fears were still in the back of her mind, she was trying not to think about it too much. Thankfully all the planning for the wedding helped with that and she was actually somewhat enjoying the planning.

When they got home the afternoon of their twelve-week scan, Wanda looked at her profile in the vintage mirror she had bought in preparation to spray with chalkboard paint and use as a table plan for the wedding.

"Yep, I am definitely showing. It is going to be completely visible by the time we get married next month."

"At least they cannot call it a shotgun wedding," said Steve wrapping his arms around her waist.

"To think I actually have to buy the dress this afternoon."

"You don't sound too excited."

"I'm excited to buy the dress, shockingly; I just don't want to spend hours trying everything on."

"You'll look beautiful no matter what." Wanda smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Steve responded by laying her down onto her couch. However, their impromptu make out session was cut short when they heard the front door ring. "Oh my God, who is ringing?"

"It's probably Pepper taking me to the dress store," answered Wanda. "I'm sorry. I was enjoying it too."

"It's fine. Go get the dress."

-o-

"Pepper, I'm not sure this dress is suitable for a wedding," said Wanda attempting to adjust the dress she was trying on to fit her newly developed chest. "The bottom just looks too puffy."

"I don't think the bottom is the problem," said Pepper looking the dress over. "The top doesn't exactly fit you. When was the last time you properly measured your chest?"

"I don't know. I don't really think I need to."

"Wanda, your boobs are threatening to spill out of your bra, and your stomach looks as though you have eaten Thanksgiving, Hanukah, and Christmas dinner in one sitting-"

"I'm pregnant Pepper. I'm three months pregnant," Wanda blurted out.

Pepper smiled and hugged Wanda, "I thought so. You have been wearing more baggy clothes, you have not eaten a tuna sandwich in two months and you ran out of the room when Tony brought in a chicken."

"To be fair he had his hand up the chicken's carcass and tried to make it dance."

"Why we are in a relationship I do not know sometimes. For all his childish behaviour, I do love him. How is Steve feeling about this?" Pepper asked letting her go.

"Steve is over the moon."

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know. I think I am still in shock," Wanda said, some tears welling in her eyes.

"I take it the hormones have started kicking in," Pepper chuckled.

"You should have seen me the other night. Damn WWF appeal. Anyway, I may as well get measured properly. My breasts are getting squished."

Wanda's bust and waist were measured and the assistant told her that she would need to be measured again a few days before the wedding in case she got bigger. However, the dress she ended up picking was a strapless white dress that was loose enough to adjust to the growing bump.

"Pepper, can you do me a favour and not tell Tony? I have not even told Pietro yet and I do not want him to be the last to know."

"I promise. Tony doesn't understand tact so I will let you tell him after you tell your brother."

-o-

"Okay, so we have the dress, the suit, flowers, rings and the register office booked. Are you sure you don't want to do it in a church because I really do not mind?" Wanda asked going through the checklist.

"I don't mind. It's booked now and all it would do is cost us," Steve answered resting his head on her lap, facing the slight swelling of her belly.

"Steve you are doing it again."

"What?"

"The baby cannot hear you and you seem to be having more conversations with my stomach than you are actually with me."

"Sorry," he said placing a kiss on her belly before sitting up.

"I hope you don't end up neglecting me," she said with a coy smile.

"I won't," he said placing a kiss on her lips.

"We still need to do this seating plan you know before I can do the chalkboard table plan. I've got the design, just not the order they are going in."

"Well, we need to keep Thor as far away from the buffet."

"Why did we think a buffet was a good idea? It will get demolished in ten minutes."

"I think it was to do with you saying that there cannot be anyone complaining if we got a set menu."

"Oh right. Okay, so you, Pietro, Tony, Pepper, and I are on Table One. As you said, Thor needs to be kept as far away from the buffet. I have no idea where all the food goes inside him. Do Asgardians have a wormhole at the bottom of their stomach?"

"No one has explained how Asgardian stomachs work."

"Mind you, the sound of that trifle sounds good."

"I think we might need to keep you away from the buffet."

All the talk of food was making Wanda hungry and her stomach was indicating this, "Steve, you don't mind ordering a pizza do you?"

"Are you sure that you should be eating processed food?"

"Just because I am pregnant does not mean I am going to go vegan. Besides, I was planning on having the vegetarian pizza."

"I'll get the pepperoni then."

"What is pepperoni made of?"

"I think it is cured beef and pork."

"I'll have that then. For some reason pork sounds delicious."

"Wanda you are Jewish. You refuse to have any meat on your pizza because it is not Kosher to have meat and milk mixed together, and I don't think red meat is supposed to be good for your blood pressure."

Wanda sighed, "You're right, my cravings should not take over my religious beliefs. Though having read around, I should not be eating pizza anyway. White flour equals negative calories."

"Is that in general or just while you are pregnant?"

"While I am pregnant. I'm supposed to be having nutrient filled food."

"Well, what do you want to eat that won't affect the Kosher diet and has nutrients?"

Wanda thought about it for a moment, "Stir fry. Chicken and vegetables."

"No noodles?"

"Nah."

"Okay, I'll go and make it."

Steve left the room and Wanda's hand went to her slightly curved stomach.

"I know you want to have pork in your system. You're like your father who would eat bacon all the time if I let him. I just cannot do it. I'll explain why when you are about seven but I will not make you be Jewish if you do not want to be. You come from a Christian-Jewish family so you have a choice. Even if you want to be atheist, I think that is fine. At least you will have a good man for a father raising you."