Sunday Afternoon
Tommy didn't know how to start to approach the entire confusing situation that was Wanda, magical reincarnation and everything. At first he'd figured that once Wanda had her own kid, her real kid, that that'd be it. But things weren't that simple. And part of Tommy was kind of glad she'd had a baby girl instead of a boy. It'd feel less like getting replaced.
He still didn't know what to say or what to talk about but he figured he could at least see the kid. Yet when he'd arrived at the maternity ward the little crib had been empty and one of the nurses had told him that the new baby girl was with her mother.
Nothing was ever easy. He knocked on the door to Wanda's room and pushed it open without waiting for a response. "Hey," he greeted. Tommy stuffed his hands into the back of his jean pockets. "I, uh," he started but cut himself off with a shrug. "So congratulations?"