Wanda paused outside the door. She'd been thinking about it all the way home, but still didn't know how she was going to tell Vision.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside.

Vision was grading essays at the table. He looked up at her. "Welcome home. Did you accomplish all of your errands?"

She smiled, trying to cover up her nervousness. "Yeah."

He immediately frowned, put aside his stack of papers, and stood to approach her. "Wanda, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she assured him. She sighed. Of course she couldn't hide anything from Vision. "One of the errands I was running today... So, for a couple of months now, I've been feeling just a little...off. Not sick or anything, just different. Like...just like my body hasn't been acting normally. I've been hungrier than normal, more tired than normal... Anyway..."

He was standing in front of her now, staring at her with deep concern.

She continued. "I thought it was probably nothing. I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to worry. But I did make an appointment with a doctor..."

He grasped her shoulders, his concern building to distress. "Wanda, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She smiled nervously, and covered one of his hands with hers. "It's just...we're pregnant."

He froze. She said nothing more, waiting for him to process it.

They had both wanted a child, but hadn't thought it would be possible. A couple of years ago, they had registered with every adoption agency in town, but that route hadn't panned out. Apparently there had been no tragic deaths of young parents and no unintended pregnancies in Westview for a while.

"Are you certain?" Vision finally asked.

"Yes." She took his hand and pressed it to her stomach. "It's real."

"It's a miracle," he whispered, his thumb drawing little circles over her abdomen reverently. His other hand cupped her cheek, and he gazed into her eyes. "You're a miracle."

"Doctor Ramos says it's still early in the pregnancy, and...fifteen percent of pregnancies...don't make it, and the earlier in the pregnancy it is the more likely it is to miscarry. She says we should be prepared for that possibility..."

"Wanda." Vision pulled her into his arms. "It will be fine. We are having a baby."

She smiled as joy broke through her worries, her fear, and the weight of the secrets she carried. "It's wonderful."