A bump named Chimichanga

Part 7

Tonight Missy was in a terrible mood.

Her pregnancy and mood swings were really taking its toll. And the awful combination of the two meant that Missy was feeling truly and utterly sorry for herself.

She felt huge and bloated and because her entire maternity wardrobe was currently in the wash, she was left with just some of her old shirts that barely fit around her swollen belly anymore.

To say she was miserable and uncomfortable at the moment was a massive understatement.

It was 6pm, and Missy was stood in front of the mirror inside her bedroom pulling at her too-tight pants and t-shirt unhappily.

Giving a sigh, she turned, just as there was a sudden rapping on her front door.

Missy shuffled over into her hallway, pulling the door open with a flourish, to un-surprisingly see Wade stood on the other side, carrying a huge stack of pizza boxes.

"Hey, yummy-mommy," he said shooting her a grin and gazing down at her sad face . "Wow, Don't you look like a total grumpy-little kitten tonight? What's up?"

Missy gave a pout, resting a hand on her ginormous stomach and moving back into her living room.

"I feel like Jabba the Hut," she said in an unhappy voice, as Wade kicked the door shut behind him.

The merc gave a chuckle, dropping the pizzas down onto Missy's dining table.

"Does that mean I can be your sexy-slave Leia?" he asked in a playful tone.

Missy ignored him, waddling over toward the kitchen.

"So I got you pepperoni, meat supreme, four cheese and two large black olive and pineapple," he said shrugging off his jacket and flinging it over the back of the couch. Wade was today dressed in a black t-shirt with the words RENT plastered across it.

"My favourite," she said in a longing voice. "I have been waiting for this aaaaall day. Having a salad for lunch just isn't enough for the two of us. Isn't that right little Chimichanga?"

She patted her belly lovingly, before turning the corner, pulling open the fridge and tugging out a couple of sodas.

As she headed back into the living room and barely blinked seeing Wade was already sprawled across the couch, feet up on her coffee table, pizza box propped open on his lap.

"So what's it to be tonight?" he asked, cocking a scarred eyebrow towards her. "Revenge of the Rat-Coyotes? OR Ice-Spider 4?"

Missy smiled, dropping the drinks down beside his feet before easing herself down onto the couch beside him.

"Oh definitely Ice Spider," she said with a serious nod, taking a slice of hot pizza from the box on Wade's lap.

The pair of them had spent the last few night's together. Wade dropping by unannounced each evening, with a different type of take-out under his arm.

Missy was just glad she had someone around she could talk to. And the fact that he brought her food made the whole situation even better....

Wade picked up the remote easily and flicked through her Netflix account.

"Geez, you have watched some fucking teeeeerible crap on here," he said in teasing voice. "Green-Lantern? Wow you definitely need better taste in movies."

Missy, taking a bite of her pizza, shot Wade a look.

"Don't judge me," she said rubbing at her tummy. "Little Chimi here was keeping me awake last night, so I thought it might send me to sleep."