From across the hallway

Part 29

It was a warm, Sunday morning and a gentle breeze wafted through Missy's bedroom window.

She and Wade were currently tangled in sheets, both of them close to completeness...

The merc was on top of Missy, their fingers interlaced above her head.

She gave a soft moan, closing her eyes as Wade ground his body into hers.

He lapped at her slender neck before letting out a groan of his own. And in that moment, the pair of them came apart together, Missy giving a pleasurable "yes...yes".

In a moment it was over and both of them collapsed back against the pillows, breathing hard.

Missy trembled slightly beneath his tender touch, but Wade pulled her close, unlinking his hands with hers and instead slipping his palms down her bare side.

He kissed her gently, feeling her chuckle into his mouth.

He pulled back grinning and was about to make a usual Wade Wilson smart remark, when suddenly, there was a creak from the corner of the room.

Both of them instantly turned, to see Emily stood in the doorway staring at them.

Neither of them had any idea how long she had been there for, or how much she had seen...

Missy pushed Wade from her and clutched the sheet, giving Emily a smile.

"Y-You ok baby?" she asked a little worriedly, propping herself up into her elbow.

Emily looked between the pair of them, the tiniest of frowns on her face.

"Mommy...wha was Waydee doin to you?" she asked after a long pause.

Missy immediately reddened, as Wade gave a laugh behind her.

She elbowed him swiftly in the ribs, causing him to shut up.

"Nothing sweetie, we were just...uh...playing..." she said, smoothing down her caramel-blonde hair.

But Emily's little green eyes flickered between Wade and Missy, that little frown still there.

"Playin?" she asked cautiously, as if wondering whether they really were 'playing'.

Missy's flush deepened. Oh god, she wished for once Wade had done as he was told and locked the door!

The caramel-blonde woman, reached for her robe, that lay pooled on the floor where she had left it the previous morning, and shucked it over her bare shoulders.

"You want some breakfast, baby?" Missy asked her daughter, padding across the bedroom floor towards her and taking her tiny hand in her own.

But Emily narrowed her eyes at Wade, ignoring her Mom.

"Waydee noh allow shcleep in here wif Mommy no mor," said the little brown-haired toddler, giving a scowl.

At this, Missy instantly pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. She chanced a glance behind her at Wade, who ran a hand through his short hair, shooting her back a bemused expression.

"I wasn't doing anything to hurt your gorgeous Mommy," said Wade, his voice sounding a little strained. "But you see Chicken Little, when grownups start to have urges-"

"Nope!" said Missy instantly, turning Emily around on the spot and leading her hurriedly from the room. "Nope, nope nope..."

"What?!" she heard Wade utter behind her as she exited the room with Emily at her heels.

Missy shook her head, lifting the little girl up to sit at the table, ready for breakfast.

The toddler peered up at her mother, searching her face carefully.