Loki & Wanda
"I'm sure there could be room for some naughtiness," Wanda chuckled, though granted, she could scarcely remember what that was. Her feet were always swollen (like right now, she did not even attempt heels - they were sparkly flats that matched the top portion of her dress, and stretched easily enough), everything constantly hurt, and she had to use a special pillow with a belly cut-out to get an ounce of a visit from the Sandman. And even that was difficult.
Still, she could appreciate the idea of naughtiness, despite how she was sure that becoming a mother would temper a lot of that. Things would change. But she was okay with it. "I am excited, yes," she smiled serenely, hand resting atop that twin-bump that made it impossible for her to see her feet. She'd picked names, at least - William Stephen and Thomas Anthony, and she thought they fit well. Once she saw how individual their personalities and talents were, she'd have even more confirmation. "A little scared," she admitted. "Obviously I've never given birth before." And pushing out twins? Well, yes. A feat.
"I also wanted to thank you," she added. "If you were my Secret Santa?" It was a fun little game she hadn't gotten a chance to experience before, and she hoped Tony liked the gifts she gave - she didn't have a ton of money to spend, but the thing about that mug was that the worry stone was charged with actual magic. Her own magic. So it would do what it was supposed to do, of that she was certain.