Alright here is the new fic as promised. I hope that you enjoy the ride and as always I stake no ownership over the Marvel characters. Oh yeah and of course comments are very welcome.

Awkward was finding a stain on your shirt after just finishing a business meeting.

Awkward was falling down the stairs on your first date and the date laughing accidentally.

Awkward was saying congratulations to someone who was fat, not pregnant.

There was something that was not awkward. That something was living in the same house as your husband and your ex-boyfriend whom was suffering from amnesia, whilst carrying the child of one of them. There really wasn't a word for what that situation was, well, maybe one word, if you happened to be Rona. That one word was screwed. She was definitely screwed.

After the rescue from the hotel, she and Wade got her sister and checked out of the hotel and made a run for it. The three of them drove quickly back home. The trip was made mostly in silence. When they got to her sister's house, the three of them got out, not really looking at one another.

"What now," Margie asked slowly.

Wade shrugged not really sure what to say.

"I don't know, I mean he doesn't remember anything."

"Nothing, nothing at all? But what about the-"

"Not right now," Rona said hastily.

"Look you don't have t' do this, Rona. I'm a big boy I can take care of myself."

"What's your middle name?"

"Uh-"

"Where's your house?"

"Well-"

"Wade, you don't have a memory and until then you're staying with me."

Wade looked at her and nodded slowly. Wade watched as Rona turned to her sister. The two of them looked completely hopeless in face of the situation. Really, what could they have done? Even this close to her he still didn't know if he wanted to drop into Rona's life. He couldn't remember her, only flashes of the past came up. She loved him, he knew that but how did he feel about her?

"You don't have t' do this for me, Rona. I don't remember any of this, you, me, I don't recognize any of it."

"I know that. I also know that you saved my life. Even if...even if you don't remember a thing, I still owe you."

The last part had hurt her, he knew that. He watched her purple and grey eyes close as she took a deep breath. She opened them and looked at him, forcing a smile to her lips.

"Let's just get home."

"Two months! Rona this ridiculous! It's not-it's not normal!"

"Don't you think I know that! I know what it is but he can't leave!"

"Dammit Rona this won't work!"

"David, it has to! It-Oh!"

Rona sat down on the bed hastily pressing her hand to her belly. The baby kicked just beneath her fingers, startling her. Another kick made her hiss in pain and she squeezed her eyes shut until it faded.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

" S'not your fault, just woke her up I think." She patted her stomach and hummed softly to calm the baby down. The baby stilled and she let out a breath. David knelt beside her on the bed, laying his larger hand over hers. The fight went out of her almost instantly as he muttered sweet nothings to their child. He really did love the idea of being a father and she had done nothing to dissuade him of the idea, including telling Wade that he may be the father. How could she tell him after all that he'd been through? She could just see that conversation unfolding. Hey, I know that you can't remember anything about your previous life but I just wanted you to know that I'm probably pregnant with your child. Oh what's that? I'm a crazy lying bitch, well I already knew that. Yeah, that conversation couldn't happen.

"I'm sorry, Rona, he can stay. I know that he's...well y'know, but I trust you."

And then there was the guilt. David had bent over backwards to accept Wade into their home. She should be grateful that she had David in her life after all the lies she had told. She couldn't bring herself to hurt him anymore. She moved her hand away and looked up at him.

"I'll talk to him, right now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, help me up?"

He did, of course he did and he let her leave the room.

She went down the stairs carefully, almost in a waddling manner. She went to the kitchen and saw Wade there sitting at the table. He looked up when he saw her come in, a soft look in his eyes. Even though the rest of his face had been damaged the eyes were still the same. Still the ones that she could drown herself in. She shook her head and continued to the table. She pulled out a chair and sat as comfortably as she was able.

"We need t' talk."

"I know, heard the, uh, dramatized version upstairs."

"I'm sorry about that."

"No big, the little man just wants what's his. Can't say I blame him." He looked at her intently and she blushed under his gaze. Looking down at her stomach she continued to talk.

"I know that you don't remember much but you still have t' make an effort to get out there. I don't mind helping you, not at all but with the new baby almost here..."

"Is the baby mine?"

"What!?"

"The baby. I've been thinkin' about why you let me stay, why you kissed me back at the hotel. I've been thinkin' about why I woulda went to Stryker if I already knew he was a bastard. I've been thinkin' about it Rona and the only reason I can come up with is you...and the baby."

"Wade-"

"You told me I was dying of cancer and I went to see him. Did I come t' you first?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because even with most of my brain missing I know that I want you. I know that y'want me and I know that something happened with us, somethin' Dave doesn't know."

"And what if there was," Rona whispered, "with your memory gone what can you possibly do about anything?"

"Take care of you, love you."

"But how? You don't-"

He stood up, the chair scraping against the floor. She felt her heart thud in her chest as he approached her. His muscled arms were lined with black tattoos. They moved against the sinuous flesh as his fingers touched her face. She thought he would kiss her, the way his eyes watched her mouth, but instead he did the most curious thing. He knelt down and kissed her stomach and she felt it through her nightgown as if she hadn't been wearing it at all. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Just like that she had fallen for the man again.

"I can't seem t' stop, Rona. I don't know how t' stop."

"You said that t' me, before you left. You said that t' me a few months before when...when we were about t' make love."

She waited silently, to see how he'd react. He looked up at her again, moved so that he was standing over her. He tilted her chin up until she was looking up at him and then he kissed her. There were new scars, that she could feel as his lips reacquainted himself with hers but how she felt was still the same. She always got a little stupid when he kissed her which is probably why she opened her mouth and let him deepen the kiss. His tongue moved into her mouth with a quick predatory grace, making her squirm in her seat. She let him taste before doing her own exploration, letting her tongue move against his.

Then her living reminder moved faintly and she pulled away.

"We can't, we can't."

"Babe, I can't die, I can teleport, and I'm under the strong suspicion that I got lasers in my eyes, who says we can't."

"I do," and the two turned to see David in the doorway arms folded tightly over his chest.