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"Wade! This is unacceptable!"

"You're unacceptable!" He yelled from the bedroom.

"Get out here, now!"

Grumbling, Wade got out of bed and wandered into the living room. "What's wrong?"

"Your dog at my costume!" Abby exclaimed, pointing at the shreds on the floor.

"You don't need it right now anyway, you're too fat to fit into it," Wade said, stretching.

When he woke up, Wade was on the floor, a large red welt on his forehead. There was a sticky note on his chest.

Dear Jackass,

I went to the office to tidy up since it's such a pigsty. Come over when you're conscious, and you'd better have an apology.

P.S. I took the dog with me.

Wade sighed and stood.

"My beautiful not fat wife! I've brought you chocolate and flowers!"

"Oh, you shouldn't have," she said in a monotone, taking the flowers and putting them in a vase that was on her desk, awaiting Wade's apology flowers.

Mister Ticklebutt barked happily and nipped at Wade's ankles. Wade patted his head and looked around.

"Wow, you really did get the place clean," Wade said. "You did this all by yourself?"

"Weasel helped," Abby said.

"Um. Weasel did the cleaning while Abby sat there eating taffy and complaining about her feet swelling," Weasel said as he set down a box of files to be shredded.

"Well, they are," Abby said, shoving chocolate into her mouth.

Wade sat down and pulled her feet up, massaging her ankles.

"I have a Doctor's appointment at three," Abby said.

"Okay," Wade said. "What's it for?"

"We're going to find out the sex of the baby."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me that was today?" Wade exclaimed. "I have a mission tonight!"

"What? What kind of mission?" Abby said. "This is important!"

"The Savage Lands again, with the rest of the Avengers! I don't think I can make it!"

"Well, I guess I'll just go alone."

"No, wait! Take Weasel!"

"Got a SHIELD job tonight," Weasel said, continuing to sort files.

"Wade!" Abby whined. "It's fine!"

"Someone needs to go with you, several people are trying to kill you! Don't worry, I'll make sure someone goes with you," Wade said. "You know what, I know who's perfect for the job. He owes me a favor anyhow."

"Who?" Abby frowned.

"Okay, Abby Wilson and Erik . . . Lensherr?"

Everyone in the waiting room was uncomfortable. Magneto was getting a lot of fearful looks from everyone in the waiting room.

"I haven't bothered anyone in a long time," he muttered as he and Abby were led back to the ultrasound room. "And why am I here, anyway?"

"Because Wade insists I need someone to escort me to these kinds of things, and he said you owed him a favor."

The villain – former villain? Abby wasn't sure – continued to sulk. When the doctor came in, he looked slightly uncomfortable.

"Um, hello," he said. "Abby, how are you and your . . . associate, today?"

"We're great, Dr. Birmingham," Abby smiled.

"Speak for yourself," Magneto said as he looked out the window.

"Ignore him," Abby smiled sweetly.

"Ahem . . . right. Well, are you ready to find out the gender of your baby?"

"Yes! I can't wait."

"Alright, let's do this, then."

As he prepared the ultrascan, Abby reached out her hand. When Magneto didn't take it, she frowned.

"Ahem."

He looked up. "Yes?"

She held her hand out again.

Magneto looked down at her hand.

"Take my hand," Abby ground out between her teeth.

"Why?"

"Because this is a big moment for me!" She exclaimed. "I'm nervous, I want someone to hold my hand!"

"I don't think –"

"Take. My. Hand. Now. Magneto."

He quickly placed his hand in hers, and she squeezed so tight, Magneto felt his fingers crack.

"Sorry," Abby said, easing up when he let out an objective squeak. "Super strength. I forget sometimes."

"It's fine, just . . . can you tell what it is?" Magneto demanded of the Doctor.

The Doctor smiled, pointing at the screen. "I sure can. Congratulations, Abby. You're having a . . ."