A bump named Chimichanga

Part 10

"Here we go, only the finest of establishments, for my smokin'-hot BFF," uttered Wade, as the pair of them stepped into the bar thirty minutes later.

After slipping on a pair of sneakers and a putting on a little lipstick, Wade had brought her here, to Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls. A bar he said he frequented from time to time.

The place looked incredibly rough around the edges and smelt like a mixture of stale beer, motor oil and leather.

But Missy couldn't help but smile as Wade led her through the crowds her hand clutched tightly in his.

This place was so....him.

They approached the bar and a man in a rumpled AC-DC t-shirt and large glasses, glanced up at them, grinning.

"Well if its isn't Wade fucking Wilson!" said the guy in a loud voice. "I thought you'd died or something. No one's heard from you since your run in with Big Tony."

Wade smirked, letting go of Missy's hand and instead placing it to the small of her back.

Missy saw the barman's eyes instantly travel over her face before staring down at her enormous bump.

"Wow, fuck me!" he said in carrying tone, looking back up at Wade. "You got someone this hot, knocked up? Congrats man!"

Missy frowned, but couldn't help but let out the smallest of smirks.

"Unfortunately I'm NOT the baby-daddy," uttered Wade smiling.

Missy, for the smallest of second's, felt her heart plummet into her stomach with these words. Damn heartburn again.

"...this here, is my gorgeous neighbour Missy, who fortunately is blessed with such good genes that they'll hopefully be able to balance out the fact that the actual baby-daddy is an asshole. Meaning that little Chimichanga here," said Wade cocking a thumb towards Missy's stomach. "...will be as beautiful AND as lovely as his, or her, Mom."

Missy smiled, the tops of her cheeks reddening.

She knew that Wade was just kidding around, but the words were nice.

"Awww," murmured the barman, smiling down at the pair of them. He held out a hand. "Weasel."

Missy took it, giving it a shake.

"What can I get the two of you to drink?" he asked. "And please do not ask me to give you another blow job, Wade."

Missy cocked her eyebrow uneasily up at the merc, as he grinned back down at her.

"He means the drink," he explained. "I'll have a beer and my beautiful baby-momma BFF here, will have a..."

Missy stared around, before shrugging.

"I'll just have a coke..." she said before giving a groan and placing hand to her stomach. "Ugh, being pregnant is so boring!"

Both Wade and Weasel chuckled.

"Well, like I keep fucking saying to you," muttered Wade, leaning in toward her, his lips lingering near to her ear. "Give yourself three months and you'll be doing tequila shots and practicing your slut-drop."

Missy laughed.

"And who'll be looking after little Chimichanga while I'm out partying?" she asked in a goading voice. "You offering?"

But Wade merely smiled, handing over a few bucks as he took the drinks from Weasel, passing Missy her coke.

"So you wanna play some pool?" Missy asked after a moment or two, smiling up at him, tugging at her lip with her teeth as she did so. "I'm pretty good, but I'll go easy on you."