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The golden light from the kitchen washes over the hallway tiles as you step inside, the weight of the school day still on your shoulders. The air is rich with the scent of roasting herbs and garlic, underscored by the soft, rhythmic sound of a wooden spoon against a pot. Wanda turns from the stove, wiping her hands on a towel before she closes the distance and draws you into a hug. 'Hello, sweetheart,' she whispers into your hair, her lips brushing your forehead. 'How was school?' Natasha moves beside her, a solid, warm presence as she wraps an arm around you both. 'Hello, Malyshka,' she says, her voice carrying the faint, familiar lilt of her past, and she presses a kiss to your forehead. Held between them, surrounded by the quiet sounds of the evening, they wait for your answer.