A bump named Chimichanga

Part 1

It was a Thursday evening and Missy, who had just finished work, held onto the handrail as she climbed the three flights of stairs up towards her apartment.

It had been a tough day, with meeting after meeting.

She had been minute-taking in her admin job.

Being sat in the corner of a boardroom desperately needing to pee for a ninety minutes had certainly not been a great end to the afternoon...that was for sure...

Missy was six-months pregnant.

And even she still could not believe it...

Currently stuffed into a black maternity pencil skirt with a not-so flattering elasticated waist and a blouse which barely stretched over her rounded stomach. She still had on her usual black patent high heels, but with the way her back had ached today, she vowed it would be the last day she would wear them... ever!

She sighed grumpily as she turned the corner.

But before she could blink, a tall figure in a sheepskin coat suddenly bowled right into her.

Missy wobbled precariously on her heels as a sudden swift hand caught her around the middle.

"Geez! Can you watch where you're-" she said, staring up suddenly, coming face to face with her next-door neighbor.

Wade Wilson.

She recognised him well enough, of course.

The pair of them shared a hallway. The only two apartments on their floor.

He came and went, with his handsome face and smart comments. She would either see him non-stop for a week or not hear a peep out of him in months and that's how it always had been in the eighteen months she had lived there.

"...oh, it's you," she uttered icily, pulling herself from his grip.

He grinned down at her, his long, tanned face titling slightly as his eyes travelled over her.

"Wow, you're huge," he said raising his eyebrows. "Still gorgeous, but fucking huge! I'd recommend a low calorie diet and a place of the next season of The Biggest Loser, if I were you."

Missy rolled her eyes, before staring up at him.

"Such a charmer," she said in a sarcastic tone, brushing him aside with her hand and making to walk past him.

He was always like this...

Unable to shut his mouth.

He was so annoying. But luckily for her, she barely had anything to do with him.

Her boyfriend Zach, who she shared her apartment with, always referred to Wade as 'the douchbag lowlife next door'.

Missy had never really caught on with THAT nickname, but she could see where Zach had gotten it from.

Wade definitely hung around in bad circles.

At least twice, he had tracked bloody footprints down the hallway and on more than one occasion Missy had seen him with a hooker or two on his arm.

But he wasn't all that bad. He mainly kept himself to himself and always gave her a smile when he passed.

But it was probably the flirting that Zach hated. It was harmless of course, but it always still managed to rile Zach up.

Wade made it perfectly clear that he liked her and he had definitely been very vocal about this fact on more than one occasion, especially when Zach was around.

But that had been loooong before she became the size of a small porpoise.

Missy winced, rubbing at the small of her back as she ambled up the rest of the staircase as Wade watched her, smirking.

"You know if you ever need someone to give you a back rub," he said raising his eyebrows. "You know I am only a knock away..."

Missy shook her head, smirking back. She was just about to hit Wade with a retort when-

"I'll be the only one giving her back-rubs, thank you," came the voice of Zach, striding up the stairs behind them.

Her blonde, good-looking boyfriend looked irritable, dressed in a suit and tie.

He shoved past Wade, leaning over Missy and kissing her cheek, making a bit show of the entire thing.

"How're both my babies?" said Zach in a 'baby' voice, placing a possessive hand to the small of her back, causing Missy to redden.

"Yeah fine," she muttered embarrassed, catching Wade's eye momentarily.

Her tall, neighbor merely stood there, giving a grin and shoving his hands into his coat pockets.

"Well, offer's still there if you want it," said Wade to Missy, over Zach's shoulder with a last smug look, before turning and heading down the stairs "Catch you later baby-momma."

And with that he was gone.

"Come on let's get you inside," muttered Zach, irritated by Wade's words, leading her gingerly up the staircase.

Missy gave a small, interested smile, taking one last glance back down the stairs.

She doubted it would be long before she ran into him again...

Run-ins with Wade Wilson always seemed to come in threes...