"It took Wanda four days before she was conscious again, and another week before she was back to her original health. Until then the three of us hid out in Agatha's old place of residence, laying low until we could get out. I must have thought a million times about leaving a note for Tabby, but I never did. What was the point? By now, no one would even remember my name, even her. Wanda had tapped into Magneto and Mystique to alter their memories and emotions towards both her and I, so they would never think to look for either of us ever again. Then she had sent out a huge charm to alter the memories of everyone else, wiping us both from everyone's memories, even the professor's and Jean's. Even Tabby's.
"When Wanda was restored fully, Agatha opened a series of portals that transported us from place to place until eventually we were sitting in Piotr's living room. Agatha retired herself to her room for a time, and Wanda and I sat on the couch, looking at each other with awe. To this day we can still hardly believe it worked. But now here we are, safe from any harm, happy and living our own lives."
"But what about Boom Boom?" asks Tobias. He looks so much with his moth, with black hair tousled on top of his head. His yellow eyes, so much like mine, stare up at me innocently.
"If you ask Mom really nicely, I bet she'd let you peek in on her." Eagerly, he runs out of the room to fetch Wanda. Soon enough he tows her back in, pulling at her hand as she moves too slowly for his taste. Her swelled belly only further hinders her pace.
"What is it Toby?" she asks, looking between the two of us.
"Dad says we can see Boom Boom. Is it true, is it true?" Wanda somewhat scowls at me, and I shrug.
"He asked me to tell him, for his birthday," I tell her with a smile, and she smiles back at me and shakes her head.
"You said when I was older. I'm seven now Mom! And it was a great story! Now can we see Boom Boom? Please? Please?" he prattles, begging with his huge eyes. With a sigh, Wanda sits down next to me and puts her hands together, forcing them to start glowing purple.
"Look carefully, I can't work too much with my powers with your sister on the way so I'll only do this once." Obediently, Tobias scoots closer and peers deep into Wanda's pool of magic as an image takes place.
There she is, grown as we are. She looks healthy, and happy just as I'd always hoped for her. We can't see much of her background, but I can determine the blue arm slung around her shoulder's as Nightcrawler's. I smile knowingly at Wanda, and she smiles back. So what if we did a small unethical favor for Tabby before departing? She deserves the best, and for her that's Kurt. So what if his emotions had been meddled with just the tiniest bit? Now she is treated like a princess by the man she loves. I still see no downside to this.
"What's that?" Tobias asks, pointing to something on her shoulder. I smile almost bitterly at this.
"That's her pet. Ever since we left, she's kept a pet toad. Wanda only messed with the masses memories, not emotions. Not many people besides Mystique and Magneto had emotions for the two of us. Pietro still refuses to like the color red, and Tabby has had a fascination with toads that even she can't understand. Aside from that, we are all but forgotten." Wanda lets the magic fade and leans against me as Tobias crawls up to settle himself into her lap.
"See Mom, that wasn't so bad," he tells her, and she only shakes her head.
"It's definitely a story, to be sure," she muses and kisses my cheek softly.
"Ew!" yells Toby, who shifts into a dog and runs out of the room.
"I told you I shouldn't have been using that much magic when I had him. I don't think he'll ever stay in one shape for more than an hour," she sighs and I only smile. Sure enough, black cat with yellow eyes runs back into the room and jumps onto the couch.
"Time for bed Toby," I tell him, and my son appears again.
"Awwwe, c'mon," he whines, but I shake my head.
"To bed with you!" calls Wanda playfully, using a small spell to pick him up and put him in his room. He fusses for a little bit, then falls silent. "Do you ever regret it?" she asks me quietly, and I hold her close.
"Never. Nor will I ever. I'm yours, forever and always." I can feel her smile as she kisses me softly. That familiar fire ignites and burns through my body, lighting my lungs on fire and throwing my heart into overdrive.
For as long as I live, I will never get used to that. I guess that happens, when a witch kisses a Toad.
