A bump named Chimichanga

Part 13

Missy and Wade stepped onto the subway platform, laughing, their hands still tightly clasped between them.

It was early evening and the pair had spent the afternoon watching a terrible creature-feature at the movie theatre across town.

"Those special effects really were something else..." said Missy shaking her head, her free hand clutched to her enormous stomach, as the pair came to stand side by side.

Missy really was feeling the strain of being this heavily pregnant today. Her back still hurt, she had a weird twinge across her abdomen and she was just so exhausted....like all the time.

But she hadn't even had to say a word to Wade, he had just known.

Instead of walking the few blocks home, Wade had decided they would take the subway. It was only a short journey but Missy was grateful.

"I fucking loved it," said Wade with a grin. "That part where the entire cheerleading squad got their bikinis ripped off by the four-headed shark...absolutely fucking magnificent!"

Missy grinned, giving him a small nudge, just as the train pulled up in front of them.

She didn't even notice him stare down at her, the most adoring look in his chocolate eyes, as they stepped on board.

He let her go in front of him, their hands still tightly entwined. It felt so natural to Missy, that she didn't even question it anymore.

The merc had become such a big part of her life she couldn't barely remember a time without him.

Missy eased herself down onto a seat, pulling Wade down beside her. The carriage was fairly quiet save for a small old lady sitting opposite them, her hands folded on her lap, and a teenage boy standing a little further down the carriage listening to rap music on his large headphones.

Missy turned her body into Wade's instinctively.

"You know what my favourite part was..." asked Missy, after a moment or two has passed and they felt the train pull away beneath them.

Wade gave a fake sigh. "No, but I'm guessing you're going to tell me..."

Missy rolled her eyes, giving him another nudge, but shooting him a smile nonetheless.

"The part with that little girl who goes to get help, just her tiny determined face as she ran on her chubby little legs," Missy gave an earnest sigh. "So super cute!"

Wade immediately cocked a scarred eyebrow at her.

"So I'm guessing this means you're hoping that Chimi's a girl then?" he said reaching over with his free hand and giving Missy's belly a gentle rub.

Missy smiled down at the contact between them.

"I didn't say that..." she uttered in a slow voice, biting at her bottom lip.

"See, I know you too well," said Wade cockily, his dark brown eyes meeting with hers. "Well, when Chimi turns out to be a dude and you lose all interest, he can come along to work with me. What's the saying....bros before ho-"

But Missy gave a laugh, placing a finger to his lips.

"Let me stop you there, Mercenary," she said in a happy voice. "You are not calling me a-"

"What?" said Wade teasingly, turning his whole body in towards her, the hand still placed onto her belly moving around to her waist and gripping her tightly. "What?"

"Wade..." giggled Missy, as he leant in closer and closer to her, goadingly.

She gave a small squeal of laughter as his face hovered over hers, his fingers dancing over her waist.