From across the hallway

Part 52 - Epilogue

Two months later

"An' then Daddy took me to see Weezel," said Emily in a happy voice.

It was a warm, sunny evening and the tiny toddler was sat up on Wade's strong shoulders, as he walked, matching pace with Missy.

The last few months for the trio, had been a bit of a whirlwind. Wade had, of course, worried that his scars would be too much for Missy and Emily to cope with, but it in fact had been the opposite.

Emily was still as enamoured with him as ever. And Missy and the merc had actually been at it like rabbits for the past eight weeks.

The scars didn't bother her, especially in the dark of night when his lips and body were on hers.

The merc's new identity as Deadpool had been the only thing that needed getting used to on Missy's part. Mainly due to the bloodstains that Wade tended to track across her carpet when he returned from a job late at night, and also the weapons he tended to leave lying around within reach of tiny toddler grabby-hands.

Missy, who strutted in high-heel, a pencil skirt and blouse, had just finished work and turned to look at Wade.

Normally she would have made a comment or rolled her eyes at his mention of his frequent visits to Weasel's bar with their four year old daughter. But today there was something else playing on Missy's mind. In fact, there had been all week.

Missy had been feeling under the weather for the past fortnight and knew that there had only been one other time in her life when she had felt this way.

But finding a way of telling the mercenary what was wrong, was proving to be harder than she first had thought.

Wade was today, of course, dressed in full Deadpool costume, mask and all.

He gave a shrug as she shoved open the door to their building, holding it open for Missy to pass through before him.

"We did only stay for one teensy drink," he said in a simpering voice, his gloved hands holding onto Emily's tiny brown-booted ankles. "Ok...maybe three. But I swear it wasn't me who slipped that shot of whiskey into her chocolate milk."

Missy gave a scowl, as they began to ascend the two flights of stairs up towards her apartment.

"You'd better be kidding, Wade, or I swear to God..." she scolded, bumping him with her hip as they turned the corner.

But Wade merely grinned back at her from behind his mask.

"Of course I'm kidding," he said in a reassuring voice, as Emily above his head suddenly began to babble on about ponies. "I'm a responsible fucking adult now."

But Missy rolled her eyes.

"When have you ever been a responsible adult, Wade?" she said, tutting and shaking her head.

"Uhhh...ex-fucking-cuse me," said Wade in playful tone as they rounded the corner into their hallway. "Whilst you were fucking playing at being a goody-two shoes with Steve 'make America great again' Rogers, and the other shitty so-called superheroes at SHIELD. I was at home trying to fucking wrestle Chicken Little here, into a sweater, because she, quote-' wanted to be nakey today'. So since I spent twenty minutes trying to bribe a toddler with twenty thousand dollars to put on some clothes, I think I fucking deserve the merit of responsible adult."

Missy scoffed. "Welcome to my world, Wade," she uttered, fishing out of keys from inside her purse and opening her front door. "She's like that every day. God, if you're this bad with one kid, what are you going to be like when the second one comes along?"