Last one- The Epilogue.


Two months later

"An' then Daddy took me to see Weezel," said Emily in a happy voice.

It was a warm, sunny evening and the tiny toddler was sat up on Wade's strong shoulders, as he walked, matching pace with Missy.

The last few months for the trio, had been a bit of a whirlwind. Wade had, of course, worried that his scars would be too much for Missy and Emily to cope with, but it in fact had been the opposite.

Emily was still as enamoured with him as ever, and Missy and the merc had actually been at it like rabbits for the past eight weeks.

The scars didn't bother her, especially in the dark of night….when his lips and body was on hers….

The merc's new identity as Deadpool had been the only thing that needed getting used to, on Missy's part. Mainly due to the bloodstains that Wade tended to track across her carpet when he returned from a job late at night, and also the weapons he tended to leave lying around within reach of tiny toddler grabby-hands.

Missy, who strutted in high-heel, a pencil skirt and blouse, had just finished work and turned to look at Wade.

Normally she would have made a comment or rolled her eyes at his mention of his frequent visits to Weasel's bar with their four year old daughter.

But today there was something else playing on Missy's mind.

In fact, there had been all week…

She had been feeling under the weather for the past fortnight and knew that there had only been one other time in her life when she had felt this way.

But finding a way of telling the mercenary what was wrong, was proving to be harder than she first had thought.

Wade was today, of course, dressed in full Deadpool costume, mask and all.

He gave a shrug as she shoved open the door to their building, holding it open for Missy to pass through before him.

"We did only stay for one teensy drink," he said in a simpering voice, his gloved hands holding onto Emily's tiny brown-booted ankles. "Ok….maybe three. But I swear it wasn't me who slipped that shot of whisky into her chocolate milk."

Missy gave a scowl, as they began to ascend the two flights of stairs up towards her apartment.

"You'd better be kidding, Wade, or I swear to God.." she scolded, bumping him with her hip as they turned the corner.

But Wade merely grinned back at her from behind his mask.

"Of course I'm kidding," he said in a reassuring voice, as Emily above his head suddenly began to babble on about ponies. "I'm a responsible fucking adult now…."

But Missy rolled her eyes.

"When have you ever been a responsible adult, Wade?" she said, tutting and shaking her head.

"Ughhh….ex-fucking-cuse me," said Wade in playful tone as they rounded the corner into their hallway. "Whilst you were fucking playing at being a goody-two shoes with Steve ' make America great again' Rogers, and the other shitty so-called superheroes at SHIELD. I was at home trying to fucking wrestle Chicken Little here, into a sweater, because she, quote-' wanted to be nakey today'. So since I spent twenty minutes trying to bribe a with twenty thousand dollars toddler to put on some clothes, I think I fucking deserve the merit of responsible adult."

Missy scoffed. "Welcome to my world, Wade," she uttered, fishing out of keys from inside her purse and opening her front door. "She's like that every day. God, if you're this bad with one kid, what are you going to be like when the second one comes along?"

She paused for a second breathing hard, realising what she had just said….

She turned around looking at Wade, who was still…frozen like a statue….

"What did you just say?" he said in a low voice.

Missy's eyes flickered away from his. This was not really the way she had envisioned telling him.

"I wan down Daddy," came Emily's sudden voice, cutting across the silence. "I wan to play ponies."

Wade, his eyes never leaving Missy's, grabbed Emily around the middle and lifted her down from his shoulders.

Instantly the little girl ran off across the room, immediately pulling toys from her basket.

But Wade's white eyes remained locked to Missy's. He took a step towards her, removing his mask and lowering his scarred chin.

"Babe…" he breathed, as his dark chocolate eyes flickered down to her stomach.

Missy felt her heart begin to pound.

"I…um…..I haven't been feeling right for days now…." she said in a quiet voice.

Missy was nervous….and perhaps even a little scared. After all that had happened with Scott….how that had turned out…she had more than a right to be. But Wade was different, and she knew that, but that didn't mean her heart wasn't pounding at a mile a minute.

"….so this morning….I…uh…." she continued. "…..I did a test…."

She gulped.

In fact, she had actually done seven tests in total, just to be sure.

"….it was positive…"

She let out a shaky breath….waiting for Wade Wilson's response.

A second passed…

Followed by another…

And another….

But still Wade didn't say a word.

Missy gave another uneasy gulp….her mouth was dry and she felt like she was about to puke.

"Wade?" she tried…but before she could say another word, the red suited mercenary had grabbed Missy tightly by the waist and pressed his lips to hers.

Missy chuckled into his mouth, before he pulled away staring at her.

"Fucking Christ!" he uttered, shaking his head before kissing at her lips once again.

Missy gave another laugh into his mouth, before taking a small step back and gazing up at him.

Right now Wade looked happy…happier than she'd ever seen him.

"As long as this is what you want?" she said, stroking at his scarred face with her hand.

"Of course this is what I fucking want…" cried the merc loudly, making Missy bite at her lip happily. "Fuck I've been in love with you since the day I fucking met you. Jeez, I'm gonna be a fucking Dad?! For real? Fuck….there is no way I'm gonna fuck this up. Not now, not ever. You want anything, either of you and I'll make sure you get it, alright. Fuck!"

At Wade's loud outburst, Emily looked over curiously.

"Whas goin' on?" she uttered bossily, waddling up to them, bunny clutched in her tiny hand.

Wade instantly grabbed the toddler around her middle and lifted her up into his strong arms.

"Well Em-bear," he said in a happy voice. "You Mommy has just made me the fucking happiest guy in the fucking world."

Missy tutted at him, but she couldn't help but smile, as she turned to address her gorgeous little daughter. "Sweetie, how would you feel about having a little brother or sister?"

Emily stared at Missy for a long moment, her reaching out to grab a strand of her Mom's long caramel hair with her stick paw.

"I wud have sumwun to play wif?" she asked, her little mouth agape. "Waydee doesn' play ponies gud. He's always tha bad red pony wif tha gun."

Missy laughed.

"Yeah, you will, baby," she said gently, pressing a kiss to Emily's soft cheek. "But until then, you'll have to put up with me getting fat, ok?"

Emily wrinkled her tiny nose, giving a giggle.

"Why you gettin' fat?" she asked shaking her head, causing her tuft of short brown hair to wobble on top of her head.

"Because I'm going to have a baby in here, Sweetie-pie," Missy said in a hushed voice, pointing to her stomach.

Emily suddenly let out a quiet "Ohhh." Her green eyes widening into orbs. "My bruvver or sister?"

Wade gave a nod.

"And then when they come along , you can both be my drinking buddies. Deal?" said Wade raising one of hands aloft and looking down at Emily.

Emily beamed, hugging at Wade's neck and holding out her tiny paw, giving him a high five.

"Okway, Waydee," she said in a happy voice, as Missy looked on beaming at her perfect, but now growing, little family. "But noh mor wishkeys in my chwoclat milk, dweal?"

Missy gave a scowl.

"Wade!" she said slapping the merc on the leather-clad arm.

But Wade, slipped his free hand around Missy's waist and tugged her into them both.

"Fucking Christ I'm so fucking glad I met you out there in that hallway," he said, his scarred lips curving up into a wide smile.

Missy felt butterflies in her stomach as he stared her wa…., remembering back to that day where she had seen Wade Wilson for the first time.

Not even anticipating that two years later she would be standing here, the happier she had ever, ever been….

…..with his baby growing inside her…..

"Me too…." Missy said contently, as she leant in towards him, her soft pink lips brushing his ear...

"…Papa-bear…"


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