It was a warm, Sunday morning and a gentle breeze wafted through Missy's bedroom window.
She and Wade were currently tangled in sheets, both of them close to completeness...
The merc was on top of Missy, their fingers interlaced above her head.
She gave a soft moan, closing her eyes as Wade ground his body into hers.
He lapped at her slender neck before letting out a groan of his own. And in that moment, the pair of them came apart together, Missy giving a pleasurable "yes...yes".
In a moment it was over and both of them collapsed back against the pillows, breathing hard.
Missy trembled slightly beneath his tender touch, but Wade pulled her close, unlinking his hands with hers and instead slipping his palms down her bare side.
He kissed her gently, feeling her chuckle into his mouth.
He pulled back grinning and was about to make a usual Wade Wilson smart remark, when suddenly, there was a creak from the corner of the room.
Both of them instantly turned, to see Emily stood in the doorway staring at them.
Neither of them had any idea how long she had been there for, or how much she had seen...
Missy pushed Wade from her and clutched the sheet, giving Emily a smile.
"Y-You ok baby?" she asked a little worriedly, propping herself up into her elbow.
Emily looked between the pair of them, the tiniest of frowns on her face.
"Mommy...wha was Waydee doin to you?" she asked after a long pause.
Missy immediately reddened, as Wade gave a laugh behind her.
She elbowed him swiftly in the ribs, causing him to shut up.
"Nothing sweetie, we were just...uh...playing..." she said, smoothing down her caramel-blonde hair.
But Emily's little green eyes flickered between Wade and Missy, that little frown still there.
"Playin?" she asked cautiously, as if wondering whether they really were 'playing'.
Missy's flush deepened. Oh god, she wished for once Wade had done as he was told and locked the door!
The caramel-blonde woman, reached for her robe, that lay pooled on the floor where she had left it the previous morning, and shucked it over her bare shoulders.
"You want some breakfast, baby?" Missy asked her daughter, padding across the bedroom floor towards her and taking her tiny hand in her own.
But Emily narrowed her eyes at Wade, ignoring her Mom.
"Waydee noh allow shcleep in here wif Mommy no mor," said the little brown-haired toddler, giving a scowl.
At this, Missy instantly pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. She chanced a glance behind her at Wade, who ran a hand through his short hair, shooting her back a bemused expression.
"I wasn't doing anything to hurt your gorgeous Mommy," said Wade, his voice sounding a little strained. "But you see Chicken Little, when grownups start to have urges-"
"Nope!" said Missy instantly, turning Emily around on the spot and leading her hurriedly from the room. "Nope, nope nope…"
"What?!" she heard Wade utter behind her as she exited the room with Emily at her heels.
Missy shook her head, lifting the little girl up to sit at the table, ready for breakfast.
The toddler peered up at her mother, searching her face carefully.
"Mommy mine, noh Waydee's," said the two year old in a firm voice, trying to squirm out of the chair and make her way back to Missy.
Missy let out a smirk.
"Ok, baby, let's have some cereal, yeah?"
After a long day, Wade disappearing off to a job Weasel had set up for him, and Missy having headed into the city to buy some new clothes for Emily.
The trio finally arrived home, the two girls, bumping into Wade in their hallway.
"Well if it isn't my two favourite ladies," he said kissing Missy on the lips possessively, his hand snaking its way around her waist.
As it did so, Missy saw the flash of a blade beneath his jacket.
So it had been one of those kind of jobs?
She rarely asked about Wade's work and he rarely ever spoke about it. They were both happy with that. The less Missy knew the better. She would only worry anyway.
But as Wade pulled away from her, the couple looked down to see Emily, scowling angrily up at Wade trying to push his legs away from Missy.
"Noh, Waydee, Mommy mine!" she said an angry little tone.
Wade gave a chuckle and crouched down before her, linking his fingers together in front of him.
"Hey Em-Bear, I thought we were cool to share-" he began, but before he could even finish his sentence, Emily had balled her hand up into a little fist and hit Wade across the shoulder.
"Emily!" said Missy in a reprimanding voice, tugging her away. "We don't hit!"
Wade, as easy as ever, merely chuckled, pretending to rub at his bruise mockingly.
But Emily hearing the scolding in her mother's voice, looked up at Missy for a long moment, before her face suddenly crumpled.
"No, no-" said Missy quickly, but it was too late and Emily began to cry. Loudly.
The noise filled the entire hallway as Emily stood there, tears slipping down her cheeks and her face turning red.
Missy instantly bent down and picked the toddler up into her arms, flashing Wade a frown as she did so.
"This is all your fault y'know?" she said accusingly, brushing past him and flouncing into her apartment as Emily continued to cry.
"My fault?" said Wade with a bemused expression, following her. "I wasn't the one who raised the next Mohammed Ali over there!"
Missy glared at him.
"Me?! You're the one teaching her bad habits, Wade!"
But Wade gave a groan, tossing his head back. "Godddddd, you take a two-year old to one little, underground cage-fighting match, and you never hear the end of it-"
Missy rolled her eyes and tutted.
"You realise this is all because she caught us this morning," said Missy, rocking the crying toddler in her arms, trying to soothe her.
"Worth it though," said Wade suddenly, winking at Missy fiendishly.
But the caramel-haired woman did not appreciate that.
She merely scowled as much as Emily had, looking remarkably similar to her at this very moment.
"I told you to lock the door, Wade!" she uttered through gritted teeth.
"Uhhhhhhh, I think I was a little distracted by you sitting naked on top of me, thanks very much!" the merc swiped back over Emily's wails.
But Missy gave a frustrated growl at him, turning away and jiggling the two-year old on her hip.
"Aww baby, it's ok, don't cry," she uttered in a gentle tone. "You want to make some cookies together? Huh?"
At this, Emily blinked her eyes a few times, her sobs subsiding slightly.
She gave a tiny sniff, snot and tears running down her red face.
The toddler pressed herself into her mother, her sticky little fingers toying with Missy's hair.
"Yesh," she said giving a tiny nod. "But me an' Mommy onwy, nat Waydee."
The two year old suddenly turned to Wade and shot him a dark frown.
At this, Missy couldn't help but let out the smallest of laughs. More at the look on the merc's face than anything else.
It wasn't often that Wade was put out, or even lost for words, but right now he was.
He gave a long sigh, taking step towards a pair of them.
"Are you gonna tell me what I can do to make it up to you, Chicken Little?" he asked the little girl, giving her pout. "Or am I going to have to beg?"
"Oh begging sounds good," said Missy smirking and raising her eyebrows teasingly.
But Wade shot her a withering look in return as he approached the pair of them, reaching out to tickle Emily's little cheek.
But as he drew closer, Emily turned her head away from him irritably.
"Noh Waydee, I no fwend wif yoo noh mor," she said in a grumpy little tone.
Wade pursed his lips together in frustration, a frown appearing between his brows.
"How about a bribe?" he tried, plucking a roll of twenty dollar bills from his pocket. "Or if you'd prefer it by Pay pal, I'm good for that too?"
But Emily pulled away from him further.
Missy smiled.
This was just what dealing with a toddler was like sometimes, and if Wade really was planning to stick around with them for good, he would come to realise that moods like this, really were a weekly occurrence.
Missy and Wade had been dating for coming up to two months now, and although the merc now spent most of his time here, with the pair of them, he had been graced with the good days. The ones without the tantrums and the dramas, over a lost cuddly toy, or over a piece of broccoli discovered beneath her mashed potato.
Wade let out a tired huff, looking slightly despondent. Unluckily for him, Emily didn't fall for his oh-so-smart remarks like everyone else did.
Perhaps Missy would let him out of his misery.
"Sweetie?" she asked gently, placing a finger beneath Emily's chin, forcing the tiny toddler to look up at her. "You shouldn't get jealous ok? You know that Mommy loves you so, so much. But she also loves Wadey too…"
Missy chanced a smiling glance up at Wade, whose jaw seemed to drop open.
In two months of dating this was the first time Missy had ever mentioned that she loved him.
The merc, of course, expressed how in love with her he was all the time, but Missy being a little more reserved and a little more nervous about showing her feelings, had held off.
Until now that was.
Suddenly she saw Wade's mouth curve up into a beaming smile, causing his eyes to wrinkle at the corners.
"…so you can't be mean to him, or hit him, or anyone else. Ok, baby?" she finished, stroking Emily's soft cheek with her thumb.
The little girl stared at Missy for what felt like the a longest of moments, before finally giving a nod, jutting her little lip out sadly.
"Okway, I sowwy Mommy," she said in the faintest of voices.
"And what do you say to Wadey?" Missy asked.
Emily turned to look at Wade, tears brimming in her little green eyes. "I sowwy Waydee. I wuv yoo too."
Wade suddenly cocked his head, staring back at the pair of them adoringly, but he didn't open his mouth to reply.
But Missy merely smiled, pressing a kiss to her daughter's temples.
"That's ok baby," she whispered happily. "So, shall we make cookies then?"
Emily gave a giggle, brightening at her mom's words.
"Yesh!"
"Ok, then!" said Missy bouncing her on her hip and heading in the kitchen.
At the door, Missy turned back to Wade, who was stood there with that same besotted expression still plastered across his long face.
"You coming tough guy?" she asked, shooting him a grin, wrinkling her nose as she did so. "You're on frosting duty."
Wade seemed to shake himself and let out a smile.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied strolling over to her, looping his arms around her shoulders as they headed into the kitchen.
But at their contact, Missy grinned to herself, biting her lip.
She turned and leaned forwards into him, her pink lips lingering close to his ear.
"And then…..later tonight….. if you have any of that frosting left over…."
She pulled away, giving him a long, lingering look, causing Wade to instantly give a groan of need.
"Jesus Chriiiist, we are making sure that door is double-locked tonight!" he said longingly, causing Missy to let out a gentle laugh.
Sorry it's only a short one. But this close to Christmas and I'm kind of short on time.
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