A bump named Chimichanga

Part 14

<TRIGGER WARNING FOR INFANT LOSS>

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Wade had carried her into the hospital in his arms.

He was usually so level headed. As a mercenary you often had to be.

But this time, he panicked. Wade Wilson panicked.

He couldn't lose her.

Not her.

He lo-

Fuck, couldn't even admit it to himself in his own head.

She was too good for him. In every way.

Even feeling like that about her...what was the point?

If he let himself fall too for her, it would be just be another time when Wade Wilson fucks everything up again, anyway.

So she could just be there...across the hallway. The girl he had a fucking big soft spot for.

And love didn't even have to come into it...did it?

But right now Wade hurt all over. In more pain than he had ever been in his entire life. And that really was saying something!

Surely he wouldn't be feeling all this if she was just a friend... Just a BFF... Just a neighbour...

Missy had become his whole world. Her and that bump of hers.

Was it wrong of him to have already been looking ahead? To be dreaming of trips to the movies together, with a mini Missy in tow? Showing him or her off, down at Weasel's place.

And that was when Wade realised...

When it finally dawned on him, what he wanted more than anything in this entire fucking universe...

But that thing... that person, had been swept through those double doors on a hospital gurney five hours ago.

Five long hours.

She had just been regaining consciousness when Wade had run through the doors yelling at the top of his lungs for help, blood soaking through his shirt.

The staff had taken her away, pulled her from his arms.

He heard her murmur his name as the wheeled her away...her hand clutched to her stomach.

Now Wade sat, with his head in his hands, in the waiting room. The nurses having been kind enough to give him a fresh t-shirt from the lost and found.

It was the middle of the night, quiet. Just him alone in here. But Wade was restless. He couldn't sleep, couldn't sit for long in one spot. Pacing. Thinking. Worrying.

Waiting for news...

For something...

For anything...

It was almost 2am by the time anyone appeared.

It was a Doctor. A lady doctor, all white coat, chart and greying hair...with frown lines on her forehead.

Wade stood instantly as the she approached, a solemn look etched into her face.

His heart plunged into his stomach.

He had been in enough hospital waiting rooms in his life to know that a face like that wasn't what you wanted to see.

Not now.

His heart thudded inside his rib cage as he got to his feet.

"Are you...the father?" asked the doctor in a firm tone. Her eyes were hazel and warm.