We eat in silence at the dining table. Each bite of his chimichanga, Wade moans in delight. I try not to smile at the noises he makes, but they are both hilarious and sort of turning me on. I put my feet on his and I catch the smirk that appears on his face. I finish my tacos and reach for the small desert box that Wade purposefully set next to him. His eyes grow wide as he pushes it further from my reach.

"You can't share with me?" I fake pout. "I thought you loved me?"

Wade scoffs and bites his lip in thought. "Let me put it on a plate for you."

He gets up with the box and carries it to the counter where I can't see him gypping me on the tres leche cake he bought. I get up and watch as he starts to move hastily to get something from the box. I race over to him and try to grab his hand, but he quickly pulls away and slides something into his pocket. I can tell he thinks I didn't see him do that.

"Don't give me the bigger piece," I laugh as I add, "You might get to meet Obeesah."

He smirks and turns his head towards me. "Oh so now we can joke about it?"

I sit myself up on the counter. "Only if you tell me something embarrassing kids used to call you."

"Used to?" he looks down and keeps separating the cake. "They used to call me Raccoon King."

I dip my finger into one of the cake halves. "Tell me more, Raccoon King."

"Mmm," he closes his eyes in sarcastic ecstasy. "I love it when you give me dirty nicknames."

I wipe my finger on his cheek. "Come on, tell me why."

He smacks my hand away and wipes the cake from his face. "Because…I was…poorer than the other kids. My mom bought my clothes at Goodwill."

"Kids are shits."

I stick my finger back into the cake and go to wipe it on his face again, but he grabs my hand and smiles. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly brings my finger to his mouth. My thighs are on fire as his lips engulf my finger and slowly suck the cake off of it. I bite my lip and pull my finger away. I get off the counter and take my cake back to the table. As Wade sits across from me, I remember that he put something in his pocket.

I keep a mental note of that through the rest of dinner and when we go into my room to get ready for bed. Wade strips down to his boxers and climbs into my childhood bed. I guess some good came out of me being a fat kid; a queen-sized bed. I cross my arms at him and put on my best disgusted face that I can fake.

"You really aren't going to brush your teeth?"

Wade groans and gets out of bed. "Thanks, mom."

He grabs his toothbrush from his bag and leaves the room. I quickly change into my shorts and tank top. I go to the other side of the bed and grab his pants and reach into his pocket. My eyes land on the prettiest thing I've ever seen. My heart starts slamming in my chest and I sink to my knees and land on my butt. How…why…this can't be for me…

"You know," Wade says from the hallway coming closer. "I really want to know why the frog is riding a unicycle, but I just-"

I don't have to look back at him to know he's in the doorway. My eyes can't leave the small ring in my hand. We stay silent and unmoving for a while. I finally turn around and immediately tears fall from my face. Wade somehow, silently had gotten down on one knee behind me. I stand up so quick that I get a head rush. I hold out the ring to him in attempt to ask him if this is a joke, but he takes my hand and the ring from it.

"Sarah," his voice is shaking. "I really wanted to make this moment…special, but you are kind of a moment ruiner."

"Shut up, Wade Wilson." I warn.

He shakes his head and laughs nervously. "Sarah, will you marry this Raccoon King?"

I wipe my tears. "My god, you are the worst romantic."

"Is that…a yes?"

I stare into Wade's eyes and think about it for a second. I love this man and everything about him. Will marrying him be worth the crazy bad guys coming to kill me? Will it be worth him losing me over? Will he love me when he sees my scars? Is he just doing this because it's on my bucket list?

"Put the ring away." I say slowly.

Wade's eyes lose all hope as I speak. "What…"

"Ask me again in an hour."

His forehead scrunches in confusion. "Why?"

I gently pull my hand away from his and take off my tank top. Wade gasps softly and stands up. My eyes close and hands shake as I reach back and unhook my bra. I let it slide to the floor and I reach for my shorts. I take a deep shaky breath and push them to the floor.

"Sarah," Wade breathes my name like it's the most important word.

My eyes flutter open to find a very red and nervous man standing in front of me. Wade takes my hand and leads me to the bed. I avoid looking into his eyes as we lay down on top of the covers and face each other. His hand touches my waist and he slowly leans over and kisses my lips.

"Why won't you look at me?" he asks painfully.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, still not able to look him in the eye.

"For what?"

I lick my suddenly dry lips. "I know this isn't the pretty body that you were expecting."

"Sarah, the fuck are you talking about?"

I sit up on my knees and point to my stretch marks on my stomach, thighs, and chest. "These scars are gross and I'm sorry that it's not what…it's not…beautiful."

Wade groans. "Am I this annoying when I talk about how ugly I am?"

"Fuck you," I say getting off the bed.

Wade gets up too and walks over to me. I suddenly feel really exposed and realize Wade is the first man to see me this naked. His hands cup my face and his lips land on mine forcefully. His lips slide across mine and I open them slightly. His tongue darts into my mouth and his hands slip down to my shoulders. He pulls away a little.

"I would love you and want you if you had a thousand tattoos of Garfield's dick."

I laugh and lean my forehead on his. "Tell me more…King."

"You could have that weird fetish where we dress up as dogs and fuck, and I would still want you."

"Do you mean bestiality?"

His eyes widen and he smirks. "How do you know what it's called, weirdo?"

"Shut up and kiss me," I say getting on my tiptoes and reaching for his lips.

Wade pulls away and shakes his head. He leads me back to the bed and we get under the blankets this time. I go to kiss him again, but he stops me. He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses it gently. I feel him wrap his legs with mine, but he doesn't advance from there. I look at him confused, but he just watches me contently.

"Not for another hour."