All of the Deadpool characters do not belong to me, majority of the story is mine, but all of the actual story line remains with Stan Lee and Marvel~

Chapter Thirty Four

After we got the papers to be legally married and our wedding bands came in the mail, Emily and I started to settle down nicely. I would teach, but when I was asked to go on missions, Emily stayed at HQ in case if the group needed any back up or a quick rescue.

Life was good for two years, and then dread set in when Emily got pregnant. Look, don't get me wrong, I love my daughter with all of my heart, but when Emily was pregnant with our second child, it was SO much easier!

When she was pregnant with Ellie, things were so hectic. She was emotional, hungry, and horny all at the same time.

I didn't know what to do! I brought her flowers to make her feel better about having Ellie kick her so much, but then Emily would tell me that I didn't get the flowers that she wanted!

You know, you'd think the thought alone would be enough, but nope! Fucking nope! Not when you're pregnant, it doesn't! You have to get the EXACT ones that she's wants AND have the nice gesture behind it.

I debated strangling her at least twice a week during the last four months of her pregnancy.

I learned very quickly that I could deal with the cravings, those were easy, just buy whatever she's in the mood for in that moment.

Seriously, buy it WHEN SHE CRAVES IT! Not when you think she might, when she is actually craving it. And wort case scenario, if she changes her mind, then at least you'll have it for when she craves it again.

With Xavier, Emily was a veteran, she knew everything that she had to do to keep herself calm.

She had to drink a lot of bottled water, Dasani in particular, have a bucket size worth of caramel popcorn to munch on during the day, and red velvet cake with coconut shavings on top for a late night dessert.

Not only was the first pregnancy difficult, but adjusting to life with a baby was even harder.

Having sex when Ellie was born, couldn't happen in our house because when Ellie fell asleep, she would cry the instant she heard a noise. More often than not, Emily and I had to leave Ellie with Charles or Logan in order to get ANY alone time.

Our sleep schedule was probably the hardest change to make with Ellie. Emily and I decided to switch every two wake ups so that one could get a bit more sleep every time. It didn't help much, but it definitely didn't hurt to get a few more winks in either.

As Ellie grew, I noticed how much she reminded me of Emily, not that it surprised me at all, but she was smart, creative, and sweet.

Then again, it wasn't all roses, one time Emily was working and I took the day off to watch Ellie.

When I was making lunch for us, I turned around every once in a while to see where she was and make sure she wasn't getting into anything.

However, this time I didn't see Ellie and my heart sank. I turned off the burner, even though the grilled cheese was almost done, and got down on all fours to start crawling.

"Ellie?" I called as I made my way out of the small kitchen and heard a small crash before a cute giggle followed. I bolted to the bedroom and found Ellie with a box of my favorite knives on the floor.

She's holding a black Bowie knife and lightly drags her finger across the blade.

"Ellie, no!" I yell and try to stop her, but I don't do it in time. She draws her hand back quickly and starts crying.

I pick her up, letting my knife drop to the ground, and gently rock her, "I'm sorry, Ellie," I sigh, trying to comfort her and she leans into me saying, "Ouchie, Daddy!"

I nod as I walk us back to the kitchen and use my free arm to start digging for a bandaid, "I know it hurts," I acknowledge and she cries for about a half an hour, but when I get the bandaid on her and feed her, she's calmed down considerably.

I smile down, loving her striking green eyes that resembled her mothers, before leaning down and giving her a kiss on the cheek. She was a difficult kid, but a good one. She's stubborn, smart, loud, and fun, it was everything that I hated and loved about her.

Xavier was different. Ellie was a few months past two when we brought Xavier home and Emily and I prepared for the sleep deprivation, the crying, and all of the different techniques we tried on Ellie to get her to fall back asleep, but we didn't need to.

Xavier was a very good sleeper, he didn't cry for too long unless he had ruined his diaper, and just like being rocked to sleep.

As the kids got older, their personalities started to switch. Ellie used to be incredibly loud and fun, but then Xavier became the more carefree and loud one.

Ellie grew up to be more and more like her mother, in both looks and personality. She was getting tall and her brown hair was dropping to her hips which we knew she hated, but she also told us to never cut it.

Her heart shaped face made her look really young for a five year old and although Xavier and Ellie were vastly different in looks and personality, they both had their mothers eyes, which I love.

Xavier was definitely starting to take after me at three with his short brown hair that I used to have and having a big goofy grin on his face.

Unfortunately, after Xavier was born, we had to move. The place that we had at Charles' school was only an apartment and we needed more room.

Emily and I also decided to have the kids go to a normal school for a while because Emily was worried that the kids would get bullied for having parents that teach at their school. I didn't think it was a big deal, but I went along with it anyway.

Things were great, but when Xavier was five and Ellie was seven, Emily got really sick.

She would fall to the ground because her body started to shut down and her muscles always grew stiff after.

She got dizzy easily and I would often find her trying to stand still in the middle of her stride.

I worried about it a lot and even though we went to four separate doctors, they didn't know what they could do for her. They tried different types of treatment and drugs, but none of them worked.

A month after Xavier turned five is when Emily hit rock bottom with her illness. I told the kids that if I wasn't in the room with mommy and she fell than they needed to come and get me when that happened.

One day, Ellie runs into the kitchen screaming, "Daddy! Daddy! Mommy won't get up!"

She pulls on the sleeve of my sweater as she does so and I rolled my eyes, "Sweetie, I already told you, mommy can't get up on her own," I told her and then Xavier runs in, "Daddy, mommy fell asleep!"

I sent him a concerned look as I asked, "What do you mean she fell asleep?"

"Daddy, mommy closed her eyes when she fell, I tried to shake her, but she won't wake up!" Ellie cries, pulling on my sleeve harder and I rush to the back yard.

I open the door and see Emily next to the swing set we set up for the kids, as well as me, and I see Emily curled up on the ground not moving. I run and move her so she's laying on her back to see a gash on the side of her head profusely bleeding.

"Shit!" I dug my cellphone out of my sweat pants and dialed Matt's number.

"Kids! Grab my keys off of the counter, we're going to the hospital!" I yell as I pick up Emily and put my phone on speaker so I can lay it on her lap.

Xavier holds my keys as we make our way to the car, unlocking it as well and helps Ellie move the seat back so Emily can lean back a bit as I take my phone back.

The phone rings three times before Emily's brother finally picks up, "Hey, Wade, what's up?" He asks casually and I put pedal to the metal, "Matt! Emily hit her head when she fell, I'm going to the hospital right now, get your ass over there!"

"Daddy, don't swear!" Ellie yells and I groan. God damn, Emily for trying to keep our kids from cursing because now they're doing it to me!

I ignore her as I hear Matt shuffle on the phone. He yells to his wife that he had to leave and then I hear a door slam on the other end of the line before he says, "I'll meet you there,"

The line cuts and I end the call as I go faster, if that's possible.

We lived about thirty minutes away from the closest hospital, but I got there in only fifteen. They took her to the back immediately and told me to wait since they didn't know if they'd have to operate or not.

Not that I was going anywhere until Matt got here because I wasn't gonna leave the kids here alone.

I sat down in the waiting area with Xavier in my lap and Ellie sitting in the chair beside me.

Xavier was antsy, getting on and off of my lap constantly and asking if he could have money to get candy, but I couldn't speak. My heart was thudding painfully against my chest as I threaded my fingers together on my lap, shaking as I do so.

I ignored Xavier for the most part and that started to bother him, so what does a five year old do to get attention from their parent? They start yelling and smacking their leg apparently.

Before I could do anything, Ellie got out of her seat and grabbed Xavier's wrist before pulling him towards the chairs.

"Ow!" He exclaimed, but Ellie pushed his shoulders down and made him sit in the chair.

"Mommy is sick and you aren't helping! Now stop it!" She yells then sat back down, trying to steady her breathing as she did. Xavier calms down and rubs his wrist soothingly and I smile down at Ellie who's just patiently waiting for a doctor to come out. I ruffled her hair and pull her closer to me as I said, "Thank you,"

Ellie doesn't say anything, but she did smile and that was all I needed to verify that she was okay.

Twenty minutes pass and Matt walks into the ER and sees Xavier sleeping, his head on Ellie's lap.

"Have you heard anything?" Matt asked and I shook my head as my way of telling him no. He sighs, sitting down next to Xavier as he rubs the back of his neck, probably a nervous habit.

We were there for another hour before a doctor finally came out. She's in a white lab coat, her blonde hair is pulled back and her brown eyes skim the clip board in her hands before calling out, "Wade Wilson?"

I jump to my feet as I rush over to her and ask, "How is she?"

She shifts her gaze to my kids and Matt then back to me, "We should talk about this somewhere more private,"

My heart drops at that statement. I nod and follow her as my thoughts start to cloud with negativity.

Something's wrong, Emily isn't okay, but what? Is she sick? Do they have to do some elaborate surgery? Is she going to be okay? Will it take a long time? Will she need rehab? Oh god, will we have the money for that?!

My thoughts are interrupted when the doctor closes the door to her office and offers for me to sit down, but I don't. She turns around to face me before saying with her eyes full of sorrow, "I'm sorry to say this sir, but your wife is dying,"

If my heart was thudding painfully before, it stopped now. I was having major deja vu because this numbing feeling was the exact same as when I heard that the chemotherapy treatment wasn't working.

"Careful," the doctor says with a small raise in her voice because I fell my body getting heavy and I fall back against the wall, the doctor reaching out to hold me up by my arms.

I start to hyperventilate as I reach up and run my face down, feeling my hood start to slide down, but I don't care if she sees my face anyway.

Sweat collects in my palms and I'm shaking as I replay her words in my head over and over again.

My wife is dying, Emily is DYING!

Of all of the scenarios that I could think of, THIS happens instead? No! I don't want this to happen, not to Emily, not to her. If she dies...if she dies...

I slide down the wall and pull my knees up to my chest, "No, not Emily," I said to myself and the doctor bends down to lightly rub my shoulder, trying to offer me any kind of comfort that she could, but it didn't help.

It made me feel lonelier, it made me want Emily to come over and give me a hug.

"You can still go see her, if you want, she's awake for the most part," she says and part of me is scared to.

If I go and see her, I'll have to say goodbye.

Am I ready for that?

No, of course not, what a dumb question.

But if she goes, I don't want her to leave alone, I would rather be there to hold her hand as she dies instead of her facing it scared and alone.

I gulp and nod, still shaking as I get to my feet.

We walk out of her office and into the room that they were keeping Emily in and my heart tore in half when I saw her.

She was hooked up to three different machines, stickers and wires covered every inch of her body and she looked ungodly pale.

The door closes behind me and I know that I'm alone. I walked over to her, pulling up the stool from the desk to her bed. When the stool scratches the floor, Emily stirs before opening her eyes.

She turns her head to where the sound came from and sees me sitting in front of her. She smiles and reaches her hand out to place it on my cheek, "Wade," she says my name in a slightly raspy voice.

I return her smile as I placed my hand over hers.

"Hey," I said and stroke her hand gently. Before she could say anything, I tell her, "The doctor says that you're gonna be okay," I lie.

"She says that you'll have to take another test or two, but then you'll be out of here in a jiffy," I go on, lying through my teeth, but try to put on a convincing smile for her. She sees right through me and shakes her head at me.

"Don't lie to me, Wade, I know that I'm dying," she says plainly and I let all of the pain that I was feeling go in that moment. I move her hand from my cheek and take it in both of my hands before giving her knuckles a kiss.

I start to shake again as I let the tears that I held in for so long fall down my cheeks. She moves a bit to be on her side so that she's facing me more, "Oh, Wade, please don't cry," she pleads and I shake my head.

"Emily, what am I gonna do? We have kids, we've made a family, I don't think that I can take care of them without you," I admit, feeling my heart sink further into my stomach as I say that and she looks up at me lovingly.

"You'll be strong for them," she says, raising her free hand to place on top of mine, "You have to be their strength now because they need you, Wade," she says confidently, but I let her hand go to cover my eyes with my left hand.

"But I don't want to lose you," I say, feeling myself go into a bit of a crying fit as I go on, "I don't want to do this alone, I don't think I'll be able to. I need you, I fucking need you,"

My grip tightens on her hands and I feel them start to shake because of me.

"Wade," she calls my name and I look back down at her to see her green eyes filled up with tears as well and she says, "You don't need me to raise great kids, they're already wonderful on their own. But I know that they'll miss me, and I don't want them to be sad because all three of you gave me a wonderful life,"

She cups both of my cheeks lovingly before continuing, "I love you and I want to thank you for everything you've done for me. You made me a wife, a mother, and you gave me an amazing life. I wouldn't change anything that happened to me. I know you're probably thinking that you could have done something differently, but frankly I don't give a shit. I've never been so happy in my life and that's all I could ever ask for,"

She pulls me down and our foreheads touch as she strokes my cheek more, "Just don't forget me, okay?" She says and I nod, feeling fresh tears burn my eyes.

Emily winces in pain, grasping her side and the heart monitor goes crazy. Our eyes widen and tears fall down her cheek as she says, almost panicky, "Wade, kiss me,"

I knew that this was the end and I held her hand tightly as I lean down to kiss her lip one last time.

I had felt pressed for time with some of our kisses in the past, but this was something completely different. I had never wanted a kiss to keep going this badly. I just wanted one more night, one more night to hold her, to love her, to cherish her the way that she deserved.

Her free hand gripped my hoodie tightly, but as the kiss went on, the heart monitor slowed down, her grip started to loosen, until they both completely stopped.

I feel my heart squeeze painfully as I pull away to hold Emily's body closer to me. If I didn't consider myself to be crying before, I definitely was now.

My throat was constructed, I couldn't tell if I was breathing, but I didn't really care at the moment. I moved a piece of Emily's hair out of her face to tuck it behind her ear.

Nurses rushed in and tore me away from her and I probably would have freaked out if I had been aware of what was going on.

I just felt like I was having an out of body experience, people were pulling me every which way and I could hear very muffled voices talking to me, but I couldn't respond.

Eventually, I'm pushed back into the waiting room and I see Matt's head snap up. He looked almost as disheveled as I did, his hair being messy and his scruff uneven, but when he saw me he got to his feet and ran to me.

He pulled my hood up and pulled me in for a hug.

I didn't even notice that it had fallen, but I guess that it was making people in the waiting room pretty uncomfortable so I was glad that Matt did that.

I didn't have much strength to wrap my arms around Matt, but I did return it slightly, there was no way of getting around the hurt expression that I knew painted my face. He knew what happened and just tried his best to comfort me.

I gulp, keeping new tears at bay as I see Xavier and Ellie start whispering their concerns to each other.

"Wade, I never did get to say it, but thank you for being with my sister," he says, tightening his grip and I nod, not able to speak at the moment, "And thank you so much for staying with her while that happened, I don't think that I could have," he finishes and I push him away slightly and I said, "It's because no one else could that I wanted to stay with her,"

Matt's quiet, but he understood where I was coming from. Matt clears his throat and tells me that he has to make a call, most likely to tell his wife about what happened, so I walk back over to my kids.

Ellie sat up straighter when I came over and I get on my knee to be eye level with the two of them.

"Guys, I don't have the best news...mommy went to sleep and I can't wake her up, just like you guys said. She's okay, but she's not coming home with us. Unfortunately, mommy is gone," I said, trying to sound strong for them, but my voice cracked.

Ellie's eyes tested up because she knew what I meant, but Xavier on the other hand didn't.

He reacted like a five year old should, just nodded and said okay, not fully understanding why his sister was so upset.

She practically jumped on me and gave me a tight hug as she cried into my shoulder. I returned her hug, but Xavier pulled on her shirt, "Ellie? Why are you crying?" he asked over and over again, but Ellie couldn't answer him, so I did.

"She's just tired, Xavier. She'll be okay,"

He shrugged and waited for Ellie to stop crying, but that didn't happen. I held her even when I went over all of the paper that I needed to get taken care of. Not even when we left the hospital did Ellie let go of me. She just played with the strings on my hoodie as she quietly sniffled on and off in the car.

When I put the kids to bed, I walked back to my room, looking down at the empty bed and didn't even want to go to sleep, but was exhausted. I laid down and reached for her pillow, holding it closer and went to bed absolutely depressed that night.

To Be Continued~