Chapter 1: Expecting
"Baby cakes, you okay? You don't look so hot."
A groan emitted from between Wanda's lips. She was sprawled on the couch with her hands over her eyes. "Is it oblivious?" she replied, sardonically.
Todd squatted down beside her, concern etched on his wide face. Ignoring his better judgment, he grabbed one of Wanda's hands to look at her face which seemed paler than usual. "You've been sick a lot lately."
On most days, he found her lying on the couch or in her room. If any of the Brotherhood did something to irritate her, another hole would be added to the collection of them in the walls.
"I'm getting worried about you. Maybe you should see a doctor."
Wanda glared at him with the one eye that wasn't covered, but didn't move to hex Todd away, which concerned him even more. "Me and doctors don't get along, remember?" she growled. Todd could have slapped himself in the face with his know tongue for saying that. Wanda had been tormented during her time in the asylum; of course she wouldn't want to see a doctor!
"Sorry, snookums," he apologized, sheepishly. Todd's frown deepened as Wanda pulled her hand from his. He peered around the room for a moment in thought. "Hey! Maybe that old lady that helped you calm down when you first came here can help you again!"
The next day while the house was empty, Agatha arrived after Wanda called her. They sat at the kitchen table, Wanda's hands covered by the older woman's. It was many minutes before Agatha opened her eyes, a soft gleam shining from them.
"You are expecting, child."
For a moment, Wanda stared at her blankly. "Are you saying I'm going to have a baby?"
Agatha nodded. "You are over a month along, child. Where is the father?"
Wanda closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. "He lives here."