It was Friday evening and Missy was stood in her bedroom gazing at her reflection in her full length mirror.
She had on the most gorgeous red dress that hugged at her slender figure, her hair was loosely curled and her make-up pretty.
Since the merc's offer on Tuesday evening, of a Christmas party at his buddy's' bar, Missy had so desperately wanted to go. So after much deliberation and fretting, she had moved some funds around in her account and found some spare cash for a sitter. It had been tough to even find one this close to Christmas but $150 later and she was all set to leave at 8pm.
Wade had sent over the address earlier on in the week on the off chance she would change her mind, and just an hour ago, Missy had replied with a {See you there at 8.15}, and had instantly received a smiley face emoji back within seconds.
Missy fiddled with her hair, the strangest of feelings fluttering inside her stomach. To say that she was excited was an understatement. It had probably been years since she'd been out like this, getting dressed up…but that was all she was excited for, of course it was….not the idea of spending any time with Wade Wilson…no….of course not….
She had found the perfect dress in the back of her closet, which luckily still fitted like a dream, so pairing it with a pair of peep-toe heels and a short leather jacket that currently lay across her bed, she was pretty much ready, just applying one more coat of mascara to the her top lashes.
Emily was sat up on the bed behind her, playing with her mother's hairbrush and staring up at Missy's refection in awe.
Emily had never ever seen her Mom dressed up like this…and by the way her tiny mouth hung open she was enjoying watching Missy get ready, her little green eyes following her every movement.
Missy smiled, turning to look at her little daughter, who was already in her fluffy white onesie pyjamas.
"So are you going to be a good girl tonight for the sitter while Mommy goes out?" she asked gently, coming over and toying with the tiny bow on top of Emily's head.
Emily gave a nod, her eyes travelling over Missy's soft features.
"Mommy luks pwetty," she said after a second or two, her little mouth falling open once again.
Missy beamed, bending down and kissing Emily's forehead.
"Thank you, baby," she said, feeling so much love for the little girl before her.
Missy had managed to convince Emily to give day-care another try and to her relief that sour-faced old witch from the other day, was nowhere to be seen. Missy couldn't exactly say that the little girl was happy to go back, but there definitely hadn't been anymore tears.
Emily titled her little head to the side, putting her hand into her mouth and chewing on her pudgy knuckles. She watched Missy carefully, as she walked back over to the mirror, slipping into her high heels.
"Waydee see yoo tonighh?" asked Emily suddenly.
Missy felt a blush creep up her neck, and she couldn't help but smile, her eyes falling to the floor momentarily.
"Wade might be there, yes," she replied.
Emily wriggled to the edge of the bed, staring up at her Mom in wonder.
"Waydee wil like you," said the toddler, trying to reach out and grab the hem of Missy's dress. "An den he wil be my Daddy."
Missy instantly turned to Emily, blinking twice.
What did she just say?
Missy gave a gulp, her face turning scarlet in colour and her heart beginning to thud inside her chest.
The caramel-haired woman didn't reply but merely leant forward once more, pressing another kiss to the top of Emily's head.
Missy felt those butterflies that she hadn't felt in so so long appearing in her stomach once more.
Tonight would be a good night….she was sure of it.
Tucked inside her handbag, she had a drawing that Emily had done, that Missy had promised she would give to Wade from the little girl. It was yet another drawing of the three of them, but this time their little stick figures were all standing around a green blob that was supposed to be their decorated Christmas tree. Missy had a feeling Wade was going to love it.
Missy chewed on her lip…she was so excited. The prospect of being out… having a drink…and spending some time with other adults…with Wade…
But as she turned back to the mirror, suddenly her phone buzzed across the surface of her nightstand.
Perhaps that was the sitter, thought Missy, reaching for it and answering almost immediately. "Hello?"
"Good evening, is that Melissa?" came the friendly tone of the woman down the line.
"Yes it is," replied Missy, turning back to the mirror and smoothing down her hair.
"Hi Melissa, this is Jane from SitterCity," said the woman. "I'm very sorry but I'm afraid the sitter who we were supposed to send over has called in sick, so we're having to cancel I'm afraid. We've already refunded the one hundred and fifty back into your account."
Missy gave a frown, blinking.
"But…I…" she looked back over to Emily. "Is there no one else you can send…I'm supposed to be going out in fifteen minutes…"
There was a short pause down the line.
"I'm really sorry Melissa…this close to Christmas…we really have no one else free," said the woman, sounding apologetic. "We can offer you ten percent off your next booking with us though."
Missy's heart plummeted into her stomach, her eyes falling to the floor.
That was it…her night out over, before it had even begun.
"No, that's…" she gave a gulp. "…that's fine…thanks…bye."
And with that, she dropped the call, staring down at the phone in her hand….feeling, very much at that moment, like she wanted to cry…
Wade stood at the bar at Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls, a beer in front of him and one eye on the door.
It was 8.45, and every few minutes, Wade would check the time on the small cartoon wristwatch on his arm.
"You waiting for someone?" asked Weasel from behind the bar. The bespectacled, bartender, tonight wearing a rumpled AC-DC tee and flannel shirt, was busy wiping glasses with a dirty rag.
Wade merely sighed, glancing at his phone.
No messages.
"Nah…" he lied, running a hand down his face.
He really had hoped she'd come…. Missy.
For weeks now he'd been looking for a chance to invite her out on a, well, sort of, date…and this Christmas party had been a great excuse.
Weasel's bar was currently decorated with a medley of tacky Christmas decorations and loud, rock-music renditions of Christmas songs were playing loudly over the jukebox.
Ok, perhaps this wouldn't have been Missy's scene, but Wade would definitely have been willing to give all this up and head out for some pizza at a little joint down the street…just the two of them. If that's what she had wanted…
He propped his head up on his elbow, taking along sip of beer before glancing back at the empty doorway once again.
Wade was just about to check his phone once more, when all of a sudden, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey baby…why the long face?"
For the slightest of seconds Wade thought maybe it was Missy, but he turned, to see a short, dark-haired woman, with thigh-high boots and a tiny black dress. Her red, painted lips curved up into a smile as she sauntered around him, coming to stand close to his side.
Wade straightened up slightly, looking her up and down.
"Just got the Christmas blues," uttered the merc, giving a half chuckle.
He had seen this woman around and knew exactly what she was after. She was gorgeous of course, but paying for sex wasn't really high on his agenda tonight.
"He's been stood up," came Weasel's sudden voice from his side. "He's just sulking."
Wade gave a scowl.
"Am not," he swiped back with a faux-pout.
"Are too," said Weasel, pointing at him. "You've been looking at that door every thirty seconds for the past forty-five minutes. Admit it, you've been stood up."
Wade gave a huff, but the dark-haired woman to his right placed a hand to Wade's knee.
"Poor baby," she said in a teasing voice. "But maybe I can help take your mind off it."
Her hand ran up his thigh, as she batted her eyelashes at him.
Wade grinned.
"As tempting as that offer sounds-" said Wade, stopping her hand in its tracks.
"-Vanessa," answered the woman.
"Vanessa," said Wade easily. "I'm gonna have to decline. See I'm sort of crazy about a girl….two girls actually…and I was kinda hoping one of them would be here tonight…"
"Called it," muttered Weasel, slapping his hand down on the bar, listening intently.
Vanessa retracted her hand and raised an arched eyebrow at him, ignoring Weasels' comment. An interested smile remained fixed to her lips. "Maybe she got held up?"
Wade sighed, not looking at either of them, merely staring down at the remnants of his beer.
"Perhaps," he uttered remorsefully.
Or perhaps she just didn't want to have anything to do with him. It was a possibility…
She was way too good for him and he knew it.
Her and Emily were what he dreamed of having. A perfect family like that…
But he was a merc, a lowlife and they both deserved better than him.
But that didn't stop him being upset.
Pulling out his phone he checked the screen to find a message…
…From Missy…
{I'm really sorry. Perhaps another time.}
That was all the message read. No explanation, nothing…
Wade frowned to himself.
"That her?" asked Weasel, staring at Wade's face.
But Wade didn't answer, merely pushing back the barstool and getting to his feet.
Vanessa grinned, shooting Weasel a look.
"That's her," she guessed, as Wade slunk past them heading towards the door.
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