Barely an hour had passed, but for the merc it had been one of the most difficult of his entire life.
Emily was in a foul little mood.
She had glared at him almost the entire way home, and had pulled herself from his grasp the moment he had tried to get near her to take off her tiny red coat, mittens or hat.
There had been barely any point anyway, because after a second to two of her detaching herself from his arms, Em had hidden behind his couch and tugged the articles off, flinging them to the floor angrily.
Wade had at first laughed it off, but as the minutes ticked by, it was obvious that he had a very, very angry toddler on his hands.
"Hey, hey, hey," he muttered crouching down in front of her as she folded her arms across her tiny puffed out chest and scowled at him. "What's wrong, Baby Bear?"
But Emily just continued to stare him out, a furious look plastering itself across her features.
Was this because of Vanessa?
Wade frowned at her curiously, before letting out a puff of air, as she swiftly kicked him in the shin and ran off to hide underneath his dining table.
"Women…" he mumbled, getting to his feet.
He would leave her to cool off for a while he thought.
But as the afternoon slipped by, it seemed that Emily was not shaking her irritable mood.
Wade fixed her up one of the mac and cheese pouches that Missy had left for her, but to his dismay, she had refused to eat anything, trying to wriggle from the seat and out of his clutches the moment he drew near her.
Finally, after an age, catching her around the middle, he plonked her back down in front of the plate of food, picking up a forkful.
"Look…." he said lifting it to his own mouth and taking a bite of the gloopy orange tubes. "…yummy.." he uttered with his mouth full.
But Emily pursed her lips together hard, turning away from him every time the fork made it near her face.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asked, eventually giving up and tossing the fork down loudly, causing Emily's frown to deepen further.
If looks could kill, Wade would definitely be six-feet under right now.
But the toddler did not reply, she merely continued in her scowling as there came a knock on the door.
Wade checked the small cartoon watch at his wrist. Jeez was it really four o'clock already? Time really did fly by when you had a two-year old to take care of…
Wade strolled over to the door and tugged it open, to see Missy standing nervously on the other side.
He felt his heart begin to pound just that little bit faster, as usual..
She, as always, looked gorgeous, with those lovely green eyes…and amazing legs…and those soft, pink lips…
In fact, Wade was so lost in thought, he barely had the chance to say a word, as two little legs ran past him.
Missy gave a surprised look down at her feet, as Emily appeared, making grabby hands for her.
Missy quickly obliged the tiny girl, and lifted her up into her arms.
"Ohhh, Mommy missed you," said the caramel haired woman smiling gently and pressing three or four kisses to Emily's little cheek.
But to Wade's horror, Emily was still scowling and she suddenly pointed a chubby digit up towards him.
"Waydee tawk to laydee," she said accusingly, pressing her face close to her mother's. "Bat Waydee shupposs to onwy tawk to Mommy."
Missy gave a confused frown, staring at her daughter for a long moment, before slowly giving a chuckle.
"Baby, Wade can talk to whoever he wants," Missy said, stroking at Emily's little puffed out cheeks with her fingers.
"No Waydee tawk to laydee, an' he goin see 'er," said the toddler once again loudly, as if desperately trying to get the point across…. to make Missy understand.
The merc gave a sigh, scratching the back of his neck with his hand.
"She's talking about Vanessa," he declared, shuffling from foot to foot as he did so.
God, it hurt him to even tell her that…
Missy finally glanced his way and stopped suddenly, her smile faltering.
"O-Oh…that, uh...that's nice…" she said stuttering slightly. Her smile widened, but her eyes had a hint of something Wade couldn't quite read. "T-That's good."
Was it good?
Was this really what Wade wanted? To go, probably get wasted and end the night, going home with Vanessa?
The old Wade Wilson would have course gone for it. There was a hot little vixen pretty much offering him up sex on a plate.
But Wade didn't want that. He didn't want her…
He wanted Missy…Jesus Christ, he wanted Missy. Big time.
All he had to do was look at her, standing right here in front of him to see that….
No. There is no way he was going out now. Not to meet Vanessa anyway. No, he had decided that he'd rather be alone right now than be with anyone but Missy.
Wade gave a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, but she wanted to meet me at eleven. Eleven?! I mean, do I look like a teenager? Nah, for me, it's in bed, with a milky drink and a good book by ten," he uttered, grinning down at the pair of them.
Missy brightened a little, biting on her lip, her eyes travelling up and down his face.
She and Emily really were everything he'd ever wanted and regardless of whether she thought he was good enough, he wanted to try and prove to her that he could be…maybe not now…but some day…he could be there to protect them from anything that came their way. Especially after they had obviously been so let down in the past…
"Well maybe….. in that case…I mean, if you're not going out…." said Missy suddenly, trying to search for the words, her face flushing slightly. "….You, errr….you want to come over for dinner?"
Wade's heart stopped.
What had she just said?
Missy reddened further and she glanced over at Emily trying to distract herself. "I mean…only if you definitely weren't planning going out…I mean if you are…I just…well…you don't have to come over, it would just be chicken and vegetables.….I just thought…"
She trailed off as Emily clutched at Missy's cheek with her sticky paw.
"No, Jesus Christ, I want that….a lot!" said Wade, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. "I mean, I am a sucker for a girl who can cook…or a guy who can cook…..or maybe just chefs in general….."
Missy smiled, her shoulders relaxing a little, as she turned to face him fully.
"Ok…..well…cool," she said trying to rifle inside her bag for her keys, suddenly noticing Emily's face still scrunched up into an angry scowl. "Hey sweetie, what's that face for huh? Listen, shall we go make some dinner? You want some chicken?"
Emily gave a slow nod, jutting out her bottom lip, before turning her head towards Wade.
"An' Waydee, you shtay tonighh, yea?" she said in a firm little tone, causing both Missy and Wade to laugh.
He could see that Missy was cringing slightly, pursing her lips as she did so.
But Wade sucked in a breath.
"Only if you promise to share your chicken with me, Em-bear?" he said, raising an eyebrow towards the toddler.
And to the merc's utter delight, Emily's little mouth curved up into a smile and she let out a tiny giggle. The frown was finally gone.
"Noh…" she said, chewing on her hand and clutching her arms around Missy's neck.
"Yes," teased Wade.
"Noh…" argued the two year old, as Missy shook her head and turned back over towards her own apartment.
"Yes…"
"Noh.."
"Yep,"
"Nohhhh, Waydee!" giggled Emily, holding out her chubby little arm and batting him on the shoulder.
"Hey, baby," said Missy in a stern tone, as she pulled out her keys and shoved open her front door. "We don't hit…"
Emily turned back to her mother and shook her head, causing her little red bow to wobble slightly.
"Sowwy…" she uttered in a quiet tone before turning around in Missy's arms once more and sticking her little pink tongue out at Wade.
The merc gave a chuckle, following the duo inside their clean, homely apartment.
"Hey, I've had waaaay worse than that, believe me," muttered Wade, closing the door with a snap behind him. "Like that time I got hit across the face by some seven foot-tall drag queen's size 13s."
Missy dropped Emily gently down onto the couch before removing her own chic raincoat.
She glanced up at Wade, smiling.
"So, you want a drink before you help me make dinner?" she asked in a teasing voice, as Emily stared up at the pair of them curiously.
Wade raised an eyebrow, taking a step towards the caramel-haired woman. "Before I help you make dinner, huh? I mean, I like your confidence, but-"
But Missy strutted past him, nudging him with her hip as she did so.
"Quit your complaining, mercenary," she said hanging up her coat before walking back past him and tugging on his sleeve. "Come on…"
She flashed him a look, which caused Wade to grin widely, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he did so.
"Yes, Ma'am…" he replied, watching as Missy bent over the couch, picking up her wriggling daughter, before handing her to the merc.
"Good…" she murmured, batting her long eyelashes, before heading off into the kitchen.
Wade gave a small growl of longing as he watched her go.
Fifteen minutes later and the three of them were stood in the kitchen, Emily sat up on a kitchen counter beside Missy, watching her chop some vegetables.
Wade was busying himself by playing with the tiny toddler's sock covered feet, making her giggle intermittently.
"So have you forgiven me?" he asked the little girl as she squirmed out of reach, letting out a little cackle of joy.
She stared up into his long stubby face, making a grab for it finally.
"Noh Waydee….naw you onwy tawk to Mommy," she said in a bossy voice. "Waydee kissh Mommy."
A foot or so away, Missy gave a laugh.
"Now baby, you can't go around telling people what to do," she said shaking her head.
But Emily gave a scolding little frown. "But Waydee mai favwit and Mommy mai favwit," she said pouting slightly. "Waydee and Mommy vamires!"
This time it was Wade's turn to laugh.
"Wow, I've had an upgrade to favourite? That's it. Life. Made," he said clutching at his heart.
It was seven thirty by the time the three had them had plated up, eaten, done the dishes (with a sudsy battle commencing between the two adults, causing Emily to shriek with laughter as Wade got an enormous pile of soap bubbles down his long nose), even watched a bit of TV, before it was time for Emily to take a bath and go to bed.
Missy had then disappeared off for twenty minutes, before peeking her head back around the door of the living room eventually.
"Uh… she's asking if you can come say goodnight to her," said the caramel-haired woman in a quiet voice, her green eyes meeting with his.
Wade, who had been sitting on Missy's couch, flipping through the TV channels lazily, gave a wide-smile and got to his feet with a sigh.
"What can I say?" he said giving a stretch and flexing his large biceps as he did so. "Women just love me…"
Missy rolled her eye as he slipped past her, strolling into Emily's room.
The tiny toddler was tucked up in bed, in little pink pyjamas with pigs on the sleeves, she gave Wade a little wave as he approached her.
"Waydee, I say guddnighh," she uttered, making grabby hands for him.
The merc slowly lowered himself down onto the bed beside the toddler, as Missy stood in the doorway watching the pair of them.
"Night Chicken-Little," he said in a soothing voice. "See you in the morning."
And with that, he leaned forwards, allowing her to grab at his cheeks with her pudgy little hands and press a sticky little kiss to his nose.
Almost immediately she let out a yawn, her mouth forming into an almost perfect O-shape as she let go. Her eyes blinking shut.
"Waydee shtay tonighh, yea?" she murmured, her breathing becoming rhythmic and her eyelashes fluttering closed.
Wade grinned, pulling the blankets up towards her chin and tucking her snugly in.
Jeez, he loved her.
He didn't care that she wasn't his. Right now, his heart swelled with pride at even the littlest things she did.
Letting out an internal sigh, he got to his feet and turned around to find Missy behind him.
She had moved away from the door, and was now stood just an inch or two from him…
His breath caught slightly in his throat as he stared down at her…perfection in human form…
But she didn't say anything...
She just stared at him, the tiniest of frown lines lingering between her brows, her look questioning, searching his face….for something….
Wade's breathing shallowed as she lifted a hand to his chest, her fingers curling around the fabric of his grey hooded sweatshirt.
Wade's lips parted slightly, as his eyes travelled down to hers…all pink and soft, and moving slowly towards him…
And with that…..
….she kissed him.
Soft and gentle… and Wade could barely help the hand that snaked its way around her waist.
Jesus Christ, he wanted her. And as her lips moved against his, he could think of no one in the world he would rather be with right now…
It must have only lasted for a second or two, before Missy tugged herself from him, biting her lip and looking flushed.
Her eyes dropped to the floor and she took a step back, but much to Wade's surprise… she was smiling.
Her eyes travelled slowly back up to his face once more.
"You wanna go watch some TV or something?" she asked him in a whisper, making sure to not wake the, now sleeping, Emily.
Wade beamed before he could stop himself, giving a nod.
"As long as I can pick the show…." he said cheekily. "I'm thinking we binge-watch Game of Thrones, I mean you only have an entire six seasons to catch up on."
Missy rolled her eyes giving a small laugh as Wade strutted past her, back into the living room, before she pulled the door to Emily's room, tightly shut behind her...
Was that ok?
Thanks to petite-yoyo, Ranging Raven, Legolas Girl 31, Smaug the golden, jonstar1034, Momochan77, TheHappyKitty, dancindonna, AngiMK and Guest for reviewing the last chapter.
I'm not American but I hope you all have a lovely thanksgiving (And enjoy the weekend!). Oh, and let me know what you thought about this chapter! :)
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