A bump named Chimichanga

Part 6

Missy sat on her couch scrolling through her phone.

It was a Friday evening, and despite her getting away from work early, she was tonight, super grumpy.

It was obviously the hormones. That and the fact that she had just come across a photo of her and Zach, from just after she had found out she was pregnant. They looked happy, with barely a care in the world. She wondered if he had been having second thoughts all the way back then?

She gave a heavy sigh, rubbing at her belly.

She had on just a cute stripy Breton top and a pair of black maternity jeans, but even so, she felt like she weighed about a million pounds right now, feeling remarkably like a small whale.

Her plan for the rest of the evening was to sit here, feeling sorry for herself and play candy crush on her cell phone.

But her plans were suddenly rudely disturbed by a sudden knock on her door.

Missy looked up quickly, gazing at the door. It was almost 9pm and this certainly wasn't the best neighbourhood.

But even so, Missy, with great difficulty, managed to heave herself to her feet, her hands on the small of her back, and pad across the room, into the hallway.

Tentatively, she gazed through the peephole, before giving a frown and pulling open the door swiftly.

Standing on the other side was Wade Wilson,. Looking better than he had done the previous day, a few cuts still lingered on his long face, but otherwise he looked the same as he always did.

Tonight he was in his sheepskin coat with a white vest and jeans, his knuckles still looking sore.

Missy shot him a curious look.

"Hey," he said in a cheery voice. "I wanted to say thank you for being like my beautiful private-nurse last night.....soooo I thought I'd bring you chimichangas, for your little chimichanga"

He gestured down to her swollen stomach as Missy placed a hand to her bump, giving it a loving rub.

She gave a surprised smile as Wade held up a large bag filled with foil wrapped goodness. Just the smell alone, wafting towards her, made her mouth water.

"So....can I come in?" he asked cheekily, raising his eyebrows.

Missy narrowed her eyes at him for a long moment before finally stepping aside, a smirk on her features.

"Is the bad guy really trying to win me over with Mexican food?" she asked in sarcastic tone. "Because it's working..."

Wade beamed at her, strolling inside and staring around.

"Nice place," he said in a playful tone. "Nice to see what it looks like when you have the lights on."

The last and only time Wade had ever ventured into her apartment had been just over a week ago, when Missy had been upset over Zach leaving her. The she had been so distraught she had just sat there in the darkness.

He flopped down onto her couch, wincing slightly as he leant forward, placing the bag of food down onto her small coffee table.

"You were right," he said pulling out a couple of foil wrapped delicacies. "I did crack a couple of ribs....hurts like fucking hell....so I'm walking up and down the stairs as slowly as you at the moment....AND I never did get my cuddle."

He gave a pout as Missy eased herself down onto the sofa beside him, her eyes travelling eagerly over the food.

She had already eaten tonight and this was definitely not going to help her feel less like a beached whale....but it would help in other ways. Oh, most certainly...