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The Perfect Guy - Chapter 2

Wade and Missy are friends who live across the hallway from one another. After a pregnancy scare gives Missy some perspective on what she wants from her life. She decides she needs to find someone to settle down with and start a family. But perhaps her perfect guy is, in fact, closer than she realises.

Featuring Wade Wilson pre-Deadpool and OC Missy.

You can find chapter 1 here.

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Chapter 2

It was a Friday. Usually Missy's favourite day of the week around the office.

Normally she enjoyed the usual weekend buzz, everyone's talking about their plans for the next couple of days, and winding down their work at the end of a long week.

But today Missy's heart just wasn't in it.

She felt distracted, a nagging feeling deep down in her stomach.

Partly she suspected this was to do with the fact that she had been ghosted by Dan, the handsome guy she had been dating for the past month and a half. And also likely due to the fact that she was still feeling dreadful.

Missy had barely made it through an episode of Bridgerton with Wade the previous evening, before grumpily heading off to bed, hoping she could sleep off some of the nausea she had been suffering from for the past day or so. But to no avail. In fact, if anything, she just felt worse today, after vomiting twice in quick succession the moment she had awoken this morning.

And so today Missy had struggled through two meetings and had skipped lunch, unable to face anything, merely counting down the minutes until she could sign off and go home.

"...Missy?"

Missy looked up from her PC screen.

"Huh?" she said with a blink, looking up at her two colleagues Sarah and Megan who shared the adjoining desks.

Sarah, who was a little older than Missy with a dark sleek bob and a pointed face, shook her head, giving a smirk.

"God, what is with you today?" she tutted. "I SAID what are you and Dan doing this weekend?"

Missy's heart dropped at the mention of her boyfriend who she hadn't spoken to in days.

Missy had thought things were going so well. And then…nothing. No texts, no calls, not even a reply when she had tried to message him. Just two ticks showing that he'd read what Missy had sent.

"I…um…I'm not sure yet," Missy muttered, wanting to save face in front of the two office gossips.

"Well if he takes you out for dinner you have to go to the place I went to last night," said Megan, who was bright blonde and botoxed, and looked to Missy as though she should be staring on reality tv show, not working in the cubicle beside hers. "We had the best lobster bisque for starters. Really thick, just how I like it-"

Missy paled at Megan's words, starting to turn green.

"Please, can we not talk about food right now," she said quickly, with a shake of her head.

Megan stopped talking, but it was Sarah who suddenly narrowed her eyes in Missy's direction.

"What's wrong?" she asked curiously.

But Missy merely gave a sigh, her eyes still focused on the screen ahead of her.

"I'm just feeling kinda…off. I puked up this morning, I think it was something I ate," she said shrugging, clicking onto an email that had popped up on her screen.

"Oooh," said Sarah, drawing both Missy and Megan's eyes to her instantly, as she raised both eyebrows knowingly. "Y'know that's exactly how I felt when I was pregnant with my two boys. I couldn't keep anything down."

Missy gave a hard swallow.

But she wrinkled her nose giving a shake of her caramel blonde head.

"T-That's not what this is…" she said confidently. But inside her mind was already racing through the dates. When the hell had her last period been? Was it six weeks? Or maybe even seven?

Fuck.

"Hmmmm. I wouldn't be so sure," said Sarah fiendishly. "I thought my first was just some bad sushi. Then nine months later-"

"I'm not pregnant," said Missy curtly, ending the conversation dead.

Her eyes moved back to her PC screen, as Megan and Sarah shared a look, but Missy was no longer reading the open email of her screen. Her mind now thoroughly preoccupied.

Fuck fuck fuck.

She couldn't be pregnant. She just couldn't be. Her and Dan had used all the proper precautions.

Although there had been that one time-

Fuck.

She paled. That had to have been almost four weeks ago now.

Missy's phone suddenly pinged from beside her keyboard.

Was it Dan?

Like a flash, Missy snatched up her phone, gazing at the screen with bated breath.

But instead of seeing Dan's name, the name of her neighbour Wade popped up on the screen.

Missy clicked into it seeing that her friend had shared a stupid meme showing two old ladies on a rollercoaster with her along with a message from him that read 'This will be you and me but with less incontinence'.

Missy gave a pained huff and dropped her phone down onto her desk once again.

Fuck. What the fuck was she going to do?

The last hour of the day passed so slowly, with Missy barely able to concentrate on anything other than what Sarah had said.

What if she really was pregnant? Then what?

Dan had ghosted her and unless he had gotten run over by a bus but was somehow still able to read his messages, it was obvious now he no longer wanted anything to do with her.

Missy's heart was broken. What was so bad about her that men never wanted to stick around? Only wanting her for a one night thing, or something casual.

Plenty of her friends were married, or at least had long term partners. And at least half of those had started to have kids, families of their own. Leaving Missy still in the dating pool hoping that one day her knight in shining armour would come along to sweep her off her feet.

But if it hadn't happened by now, Missy began to wonder if it ever would.

"Night, Missy," came Megan's sudden voice from beside her, breaking Missy from her thoughts.

Missy looked up to see Megan and Sarah both with their coats on, heading off for the weekend.

"Oh, yeah…uh…night," she replied, as the two women walked away arm in arm, gossiping between themselves in hushed voices.

And Missy knew exactly who they were likely to be gossiping about too.

Letting out a despondent breath through her nose, Missy slowly logged off of her computer and stood, putting on her long beige wool coat and grasping up her purse and her phone.

She knew what she now had to do this evening. And it certainly couldn't wait.

Missy needed to know tonight.

It looked as though she was one of the last out of the building. And by the time she left the elevator and strutted out into the reception of the large office building on her perilously high heels, she noted that the sky outside had already grown dark.

Pushing through the revolving doors and exiting out onto the bitterly cold street, Missy had barely made it a step before she heard a sudden familiar voice.

"Do you know how hard my nipples are right now, waiting out here for you in the freezing fucking cold?"

Missy swung around with a frown to see Wade stood leaning up against the wall of the building, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his red and black sheepskin jacket.

"You know I was waiting for a reply to that meme I sent you," he uttered in a goading voice, pushing himself from the wall easily and stalking towards her.

"I was busy, Wade," Missy replied with a tired sigh, her distracted eyes flitting up the long street, trying to decide where she was going to stop off on her way home.

The ex-special forces mercenary came to stop directly in front of her, with Missy noticing he was wearing nothing but a white vest beneath his jacket.

"It's no wonder you're freezing it's like 30 degrees today," she tutted. "Haven't you ever heard of a sweater?"

But Wade gave a shrug. "What and deny you and all the other lovely ladies out there the sight of my bulging pectorals?"

Missy rolled her eyes. "Are you walking me home or not?" she said, jabbing him in his flat abs with one perfectly polished fingernail.

"Ouch, oh someone's tetchy," the merc commented. "Bad day? What was it? Someone microwave tunafish in the break room microwave again?"

He grinned down at her goofily as they began to walk, his hand snaking down and finding hers.

Missy merely let out another sigh but didn't give a reply, as they walked hand in hand down the cold street.

"You still feeling peaky?" he asked, turning his head to glance her way. "Y'know if you're gonna blame those tacos we had from that street food place on Tuesday just know that I felt fine afterwards. And I only saw one roach behind the counter, which is GOOD for that part of town!"

Missy paled again at Wade's words, but she didn't say anything.

Worry flooding her every pore.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and checked it, in one last desperate hope that maybe Dan had texted her.

But still there was nothing.

Missy swallowed hard, not even noticing that Wade's eyes were still on her.

He stopped in his tracks suddenly and pulled her to a halt.

Missy turned to look at him, her friend of two years, staring back at her, a look of concern etched across his long features.

And before Missy could help herself, tears began to brim at her waterline.

Wade immediately frowned, his dark eyes roving over her upset face.

"Fuck," fretted Missy, hitching in a sharp intake of breath. "I've fucked up, Wade."

She worried at her bottom lip with her teeth, giving an exasperated shake of her head.

Wade didn't say anything, just waiting, allowing Missy the space to speak again, confessing exactly what she had been worried about all afternoon.

"Fuck…" she repeated with another pained shake of her blonde head, as she gazed up into his concerned face. "...I think I might be pregnant."

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*NEW FIC*The Perfect Guy - Chapter 1

Wade and Missy are friends who live across the hallway from one another. After a pregnancy scare gives Missy some perspective on what she wants from her life. She decides she needs to find someone to settle down with and start a family. But perhaps her perfect guy is, in fact, closer than she realises.

Featuring Wade Wilson pre-Deadpool and OC Missy.

Chapter 1

Why was it that Missy could never find a good guy to date in this city?

She had been in three relationships this past year with none lasting more than two months.

Dan was her current boyfriend. She had been with him for a month and a half and things had been going great...

...or so she had thought...

Now all of a sudden it had been two days with so much as a single text or call.

Missy knocked upon the very familiar door just across the hallway from her own, one eye on her phone as she did so.

She was still in her work clothes. Purse hanging from the crook of her arm, with a sharp pencil skirt, silk blouse and black patent high heels on, not even having gone home to change yet.

Within a second or two the door was flung open wide.

Standing there, of course was her neighbour Wade, looking as haphazard and as handsomely thrown together as ever. Today he was wearing a black hooded jacket thrown over a black tshirt and a pair of jeans, with that stupid smile of his plastering itself across his features.

She had been friends with Wade for a couple of years now.

He had pretty much pestered her into friendship, which at first she had found irritating but now, she had to admit it was a bit of a blessing in disguise.

Missy worked five days a week, full time and yet rent was expensive in this city. So the only neighbourhood she had really been able to afford had been this one. And she had to admit, it wasn't your safest. But luckily for her, with Wade Wilson around, she felt a little more content and able to sleep at night. It was good having a mercenary as your best friend.

"Well if it isn't my favourite hot and sexy neighbour," he said, giving his usual routine, stepping aside to let her pass. "What is today? Booty call? Or have you just come over to borrow a cup of sugar?"

Missy just ignored him, giving a tut, looking down at her phone as she strutted past him, into his apartment.

"Two days Wade, and not so much as a smiley face emoji!" she said with a frustrated huff, as she plonked herself down on the edge of his bed.

Wade kicked the front door shut and gave a frown in her direction.

"Are we talking about Dan the asshole, my sugar-dumpling?" Said the merc in a playful voice, walking over towards her. "I told you he was a piece of fucking shit from the beginning. But ohhh no, you didn't want to listen to me. You were all 'l think he seems like a nice guy...it doesn't matter that he spends all his money on eating out in quirky instagrammable restaurants and getting his ballsack waxed'."

Missy stared up at Wade, shooting him a dark look.

"He's not that bad, Wade," she reprimanded.

But Wade merely gave a scoff. Moving over to his tiny kitchenette.

"Y'now if I was your boyfriend, I probably wouldn't text you back either," he said in a light tone, causing Missy to instantly frown in his direction. "We'd be so busy fucking like bunny rabbits I'd never have the fucking time."

Missy rolled her eyes, and looked back towards her phone as Wade from across the room gave a smirk, his eyes lingering on her pouting face for just a moment.

"So is it too early for me to try and get you drunk on beer so I can hopefully put my hand up your sweater?" said Wade pulling open the fridge door. "Or are you trying to keep a clear head in case you need to have it out with Deputy Dan the douchebag later?"

Missy, at his words, gave a grimace.

"Ugh, could i just get a glass of water?" She said shaking her head. "I've been feeling nauseous all day."

Wade pulling out a bottle of beer for himself, grabbed her a clean glass from the side, glancing back at her from over his shoulder.

"Maybe it's a sign," he said in a tone of faux-seriousness, filling the glass with water from the faucet. "Maybe your body's just expressing what your subconscious thinks of Dan..."

But Missy pursed her lips.

Dan didn't make her feel nauseous.

The first few weeks with him had been great. Good sex, really nice dates (even if the locations were sometimes a little pretentious) and he was pretty good looking.

He was medium height, with brown hair and a charming smile. He worked in marketing and he and Missy had met through a mutual friend.

Although she had to admit they really didn't have much in common. He liked to talk about his business- A LOT! And Missy was just admin at the office she worked at. She tended to zone out the moment he began talking about strategy and profit margins.

But his career of course has meant that he owned a swanky apartment across town. It was lovely but Dan always managed to persuade Missy to stay over after a date. And despite Missy asking him over to her place on several occasions, Dan had accused the neighbourhood of being too dangerous. Which meant that Missy was constantly being made to do the walk of shame each time she stayed over.

But that didn't mean he made her nauseous...did it?

She gave an internal sigh, chucking her cell phone down onto the bed beside her.

Perhaps him not calling her was a good thing.

"I don't know," said Missy in a sad voice. "Why can't I just find a guy that isn't a total jackass for once?"

She glanced up at Wade who was now at her side, holding out the glass of water.

He looked for a moment like he was about to say something, but for once, it never came.

She took the glass from his hand, taking a gentle sip.

"Are you working tonight?" she asked after a moment, looking up at the merc as he pulled off the beer bottle cap with his hand, tossing it down, and taking a swig.

"Nuh-uh, said Wade, giving a grin. "I am all yours. We binge watching the rest of Bridgerton?...Unless you wanna give Dan another call, of course?"

But Missy shook her head, getting to her feet.

"Nope. Corsets and sexy love scenes please," she said firmly, flashing Wade a smile and heading over to his squishy leather couch.

She didn't even notice Wade's eyes follow her as she strutted past him, something in them that even he wasn't really aware of yet...

"Corsets and sexy love scenes it is," he uttered happily, grabbing the to remote and following her.

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Wade and Missy are friends who live across the hallway from one another. After a pregnancy scare gives Missy some perspective on what she wants from her life. She decides she needs to find someone to settle down with and start a family. But perhaps her perfect guy is, in fact, closer than she realises.

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From across the hallway - Chapter 8

"Thanks for this," uttered Missy holding up her takeout cup of coffee and nodding at Wade.

The three of them were now walking through the park, Emily chewing on half a croissant and walking between them, holding Missy's hand.

Wade flashed Missy an easy grin.

"Oh this is just the start of your charm offensive from me," he said raising his scarred eyebrows towards her. "First it's breakfast, then I ask you out to dinner, and then by the end of next year we'll be jetting off on honeymoon together."

Missy smirked.

"Wow," she uttered in a sarcastic voice, rolling her eyes. "seems like you have it all planned out. Good luck with that."

Wade smirked back.

"Don't pretend you're not hot for me…" said Wade, shooting her a playful look. "I've seen the way you stare longingly at me across the hallway."

Missy shook her head, giving a sigh.

"You must be imagining things…" she said in a high voice, looking away from him, to stop him from seeing her slight smile. "One too many bumps to the head."

She glanced back over towards her neighbour, pushing her long caramel hair back over her shoulder and narrowing her eyes goadingly.

Wade merely locked his chocolate eyes onto hers and for the slightest of seconds Missy felt her stomach lurch with something she hadn't felt in a long, long time…

But the moment quickly passed, as Emily let out a sudden cry.

"Duks!" she said excitedly, pointing over towards the pond, with what was left of her limp, drool-covered croissant.

Missy smiled gently and crouched down beside her tiny daughter, looking into her little face. "And how do we say ducks, baby?"

With that, Missy raised her hand and removed Emily's glove with the other. And together the pair of them signed the word ducks with their hands, pursing together their digits like a duck's beak.

"Good girl!" said Missy happily, giving Emily a squeeze and pressing a kiss to her head.

Missy glanced up at Wade, her face bright, as she replaced Emily's mitten.

"We're leaning sign-language," she explained, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Both of us…it's kinda hard-going…but she's way better at remembering it all than I am."

Wade beamed down at them and looked like he was about to say something, but the words never came…

Missy got to her feet again, teetering slightly on her high heels and pulled the bag of stale bread crusts from her pocket.

"So, shall we go feed the ducks?" Missy asked in a gentle voice as Emily looked up at her shyly.

The toddler lifted her limp croissant, titling her head questioningly.

"Yes, you can feed the ducks your pastry…" said Missy giving a small laugh, as the pair of them walked hand-in-hand down towards the pond.

Missy glanced over her shoulder at Wade.

"You coming?" she asked, gazing up at him.

Wade stood for a second, his face full of something Missy could not quite put her finger on, before he gave a nod and trudged over to them, grinning.

Five minutes later and Missy and Wade were stood on the side of the shallow duck pond watching as Emily tossed a small group of ducks one stale bread crust at a time.

The tall blonde couple were stood side-by-side, hands both stuffed into their pockets.

"So…." said Wade after a minute or two of comfortable silence. "….how has your week been?"

Missy looked up at him, a little taken aback.

No-one ever asked about her, or how she was doing. Apart from an occasional phone call from her aunt…Missy didn't have anyone…no one who cared about her, that was.

"Um…."

Just tell him it was fine…he doesn't want to hear about your crap week, Missy thought to herself.

"It was…okay…" uttered Missy glancing down at her shoes.

"Oh come on..," replied Wade almost instantly, glancing over at her. "Just okay?…I was expecting….spectacular…marvellous….fucking magnificent….…I mean, I could go on…"

"Please don't," said Missy with smirk, rolling her eyes, but she didn't look over at him. After a moment she gave a sigh, her shoulders tense. "I've just started this new job…and the job itself is fine, it's just…."

She paused, her eyes flitting down to her shoes once again.

"I just get the feeling no one really likes me…like they don't think I can work AND be a Mom, y'know?" she said her voice braking slightly. "Sorry I'm just…..venting."

Wade turned to face her.

"No, vent away…" he said, his eyes tracing her worried features. "At least in my line of work I don't have to deal with asshole colleagues…well, not all of the time anyway."

Missy, chewed on her lip, narrowing her eyes at him.

"What is it you say you did again?" she asked, her gaze finally meeting his.

But Wade merely shot her an easy smile.

"Ahhhh, well if I told you…you'd only move and I'd have to go through the whole bother of getting a new neighbour, introducing myself, getting their number, hanging out at the park with them. Not worth it…" he said giving her a faux-serious look.

Missy smiled, pursing her lips slightly.

"Come on…it can't be that bad," she said, turning to face him, keeping half an eye on Emily standing just a couple of feet away from them. "What are you? Meter-Maid, telemarketer ….debt collector?"

Wade merely grinned as she mentioned the latter, but kept quiet.

"Nope sorry….you have to get to Level 21 of the Wade Wilson friendship game to find out that little whammy of a detail…" he muttered, before turning back to where Emily was busy trying to stroke one of the little ducks.

Missy grinned back, staring at Wade's long face for a moment.

He was so so hard to read…but she kind of liked that.

She too, turned back to Emily, just as the toddler glanced up at her.

"I cold," she said, holding a mashed up bread crust out towards Missy.

Missy gave a pout.

"Aw, baby," she uttered, lifting the little girl up into her arms. "Shall we go home and watch a movie, and get warm?"

Emily nodded before looking at Wade, holding the bread crust out towards him now. "An hot chwoclat?"

Missy was about to reply, but glancing up she realised Emily wasn't talking to her…

Wade cocked his head, giving an adoring smile.

"Three of my speciality hot chocolates' coming up," he said rubbing his hands together.

Missy flushed slightly, but Wade looked nonplussed and….happy.

Chewing on her lip once again, Missy dropped Emily gently back down, and took her tiny mittened hand in hers.

"Shall we go, sweetie?" she asked in a clear voice.

Emily nodded and the three of them began to walk around the pond, and towards the park exit. Up ahead were two large trees that had been decorated with twinkling Christmas lights, Missy steering them towards them.

"So…" said Wade, once again breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Missy was also so used to keeping quiet while she and Emily walked, she barely noticed how silent she was.

"…you two got any plans for Christmas?" he asked in a carefree voice.

Missy looked over at him, before glancing away, her face becoming anxious.

"No….I um….we don't this year…." she said, feeling her shoulders start to tense and her heart begin to thud fretfully. "It'll be just the two of us."

Her voice wavered slightly at these words.

Wade was a quiet for a second before speaking.

"Emily not gonna see her Dad at all over the holidays?" he said, in a slow, careful voice, obviously not wanting to pry too much, when Missy gave so little away usually.

She stopped for a second, giving a gulp, clutching Emily's hand tighter in her own.

"It'll be just us…" she reiterated.

And that was the end of that.

Wade looked at her and gave a nod, but didn't push the subject any further.

"Ook Mommy, 'ights!" said Emily suddenly, her voice quiet.

Missy gave the toddler's hand a brief squeeze as Emily pointed over at the lit-up tree, just ahead of them.

"Aren't they pretty?" asked Missy crouching down beside her, and brushing the little girls' rosy cheek with her finger.

"Pwetty ike Mommy," said Emily, rubbing his nose quickly against Missy's.

"I can definitely back-up that statement," said Wade suddenly from behind them.

Missy shot him a look, before turning back to Emily.

"Alright, you two charmers," said Missy loudly, grabbing Emily around the middle and tickling at her sides gently, causing her to squeal in delight. "Home, before we freeze to death out here!"

"'Ome," repeated Emily, as Missy got to her feet and took her daughter's gloved hand.

But much to her surprise hers wasn't the only hand she reached for….

The little toddler turned, clutching at Wade's fingers gently with her tiny mittened paw.

Wade beamed down at her, his fingers closing gently around hers.

Missy stared at them both for a long moment…her breathing shallowing…

From the outside, anyone who'd have seen them, would have thought them the most perfect little family.

Missy flushed.

But they weren't and she knew that.

….she couldn't…

Missy gave an inward sigh before smiling gently and beginning to walk.

The three of them arrived home fifteen minutes later, cold and thoroughly in need of the warmth of one of their apartments.

But as they reached the hallway they shared, they paused a little awkwardly, before Emily broke the silence.

"How chwolcat?" she asked in a quiet voice, looking up at the tall Wade.

Missy faltered before pulling the hat from Emily's head and smoothing down her tuft of brown hair.

"Maybe Wade is busy sweetie…" she said in a gentle voice.

But their neighbour spoke instantly.

"Nope, free as a bird…" he said cocking an eye at her goadingly, before soon changing tac. "But if you didn't want me coming inside and ruining your movie day I can give you the recipe…for a small fee of course…"

He grinned fiendishly as Missy rolled her eyes.

She didn't want to know what that fee would be…. but she could take a guess…

"No, Waydee wach Jugglbuk," said Emily suddenly tugging at Wade's fingers, with her paw.

He gave the slightest of frowns as Missy explained.

"She means The Jungle Book," she said smiling. "It's her favourite. She likes the Tiger."

Wade grinned, before crouching down to Emily's level.

"You like a bad guy huh?" he asked, her face full of mock-surprise, as the little girl nodded, not really sure what she was agreeing to, her mouth hanging open, watching his every move carefully. "Well that is obviously why we get along like a house on fire, isn't that right Em-Bear?"

To Missy's utter surprise, Emily let out a little burst of laughter as she watched him speak.

"Jugglbuk," she repeated, stamping her little feet happily.

Missy let out a small snort of laughter too.

"Alright then, come on baby," she said pulling out her keys and pushing open her front door. "Let get inside and get your coat off."

Five minutes later Emily was snuggled up on the couch, legs tucked up underneath her, The Jungle Book playing on TV.

Missy grinned as the little girl watched, her eyes fixed to the screen. The sounds was turned down pretty low, but Missy knew that Emily just enjoyed the images on screen.

Turning on her heel, Missy headed into the kitchen where Wade was stood leaning up against the counter, arms folded, watching her as she entered the room. A pan of milk was boiling behind him.

"So," asked Missy folding her own arms across herself, smirking slightly , as she took a step towards him. "What makes your hot cholate so special? You got a secret ingredient?"

Wade merely grinned.

"Oh, baby," he uttered, shaking his head, and dipping his finger into the milk. "The secret ingredient is love...Ow hot!"

Missy rolled her eyes before strutting over.

"Here," she said nudging him aside and taking a peek at the milk and turning down the dial slightly.

But Wade stepped closer to her. "Ah, ah, ah….my recipe….my rules…." he uttered, turning the dial back up.

Missy narrowed her eyes at him smirking, but Wade kept his cholate eyes locked onto hers tauntingly.

"My kitchen, my rules," she jabbed back.

"Oh, you wanna go, Hot-Mamma?" he retorted, cocking his head to the side and raising his scarred eyebrows.

Missy laughed, wrinkling her nose slightly as she did so.

Wade gazed at her, tugging on his lip with his teeth.

"You know, I've got a feeling a Emily is gonna grow up and be just as stunning as her Mom…you've both got that cute little nose wrinkle when you laugh…" he said charmingly.

Missy smirked, turning back to the pan…before the look slowly slipped from her face.

Wade gave a slight frown, catching her distant gaze.

"You alright?" he asked quietly, his tone a little more serious. "Sorry….if I've said something….you can just tell me to shut the fuck up."

"No…. its fine," said Missy gently, stirring the milk with a spoon. "I just….."

She sighed…..feeling all her emotions….all her worries, about to come flooding out….to this guy she barely even knew.

"….She's so perfect Wade…..and I'm just worried about her all the time…is she happy, is she safe…I just….I mean looking after any two year old is stressful…. but Emily…..I just always hope that she's happy with me ….I try and do my best…but people just take one look at us and they…." Missy paused taking a breath. "It's like they think 'oh single mom, and her daughter is deaf too' like it was my fault and….I just stress about everything….like I know she hates going to day-care but I don't have any other choice…I have to work…I mean rent alone in this city is crazy…but I was just sick of relying on my aunt, y'know, and-"

Missy stopped, catching herself, her eyes full to the brim with tears.

She gave a steadying breath, letting go of the spoon suddenly and letting it clang back into the saucepan.

"…I-I'm sorry….you didn't need to hear that…I should go check on Emily…I…"

Missy made to turn, her head bowed low, embarrassed by her outburst.

But a sudden hand grasped her forearm firmly.

"Hey," came Wade's voice.

And for the first time in a few moments, Missy looked up into Wade's dark-brown eyes.

His face was soft and all that cockiness, that swagger, seemed to have fallen away from him. The way he was looking at her now…Missy felt the tears begin to spill over her eyes.

"…I know it might not count for much…" came Wade's voice, firm and grounded. "…But I'm here…and I'm always gonna be here…and I'm just across the hallway, you understand?"

Missy stared at him, long and hard for what felt like an eternity, before nodding and wiping at her eyes wide the sleeve of her white blouse.

"…I'm sorry…" she repeated, but Wade frowned immediately.

"Don't apologise ….alright?" he said giving a nod, his thumb tracing gentle circles across her forearm. "And for the record, I think you are a fucking amazing Mom….and if that little girl grows up to be anything like you….jeez, then this whole fucking universe need to watch out. 'Coz that would be perfection right there."

Missy gave a small laugh, as Wade let go of her arm.

"So…" he said eventually, his own face breaking into a wide contagious grin. "Are you ready to try another of Wade Wilson's speciality hot cholate's. So good even Wee Princess Emily wanted another one."

Missy chuckled, wiping away the remains of the mascara from underneath her eyes.

"Oh, so ready…." she said smiling up at him, her gaze never leaving his.

"Check out Mowgli getting some…" said Wade an hour later, one eyebrow cocked at the TV as the credits rolled across the screen.

Missy laughed.

Emily was sat on the couch, curled up into Missy, snoozing, taking her regular afternoon nap. After her hot chocolate, she had barely made it through two-thirds of the movie.

Missy's arms was wrapped lovingly around the little girl, feeling the rise and fall of her tiny chest as she slept.

Wade who was sat in the small armchair to their right shot them a smile.

"Well then…" he said gently, afraid that he would wade up the sleeping toddler. "….I should leave you both to it…"

He got silently to his feet, pulling on his sheepskin jacket as Missy looked at him.

"You off out tonight?" she asked, conversationally, her green eyes looking him up and down.

He stared back.

"Work actually," he said with a nod, before suddenly pointing a finger towards her. "….and hey, no stalking me to find out what I do either."

Missy smirked, as Wade reciprocated.

She bit her lip as he made his way to the door.

"Thanks Wade…" she uttered suddenly, surprising even herself. She didn't elaborate on what she was thanking him for, but he could guess.

He flashed her a smile, tugging open the door.

"No problem…" he said confidently, glancing back at her over his shoulder. "Oh and I'll text you in the morning…about breakfast. Next time its on you."

And with that Wade shot Missy a wink, before closing the door with a snap behind him, leaving Missy laughing.

The caramel-haired woman merely pulled Emily into her more, and sat there in a warm, comfortable silence, a small smile still lingering on her face.

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MCU Characters → Wade Wilson

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RYAN REYNOLDS in DEADPOOL (2016)

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DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

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From Across the Hallway - Chapter 7

A few days passed, with Emily's cough gradually subsiding.

Missy, had had to take a few days off work, which of course, hadn't particularly gone down well with the other staff members in her office. She barely had anyone who spoke to her as it was….but the whispers only seemed to worsen.

"You think I can get extra time off if I have a kid?" – Missy had heard one woman utter in a carrying whisper as she passed the copier one day.

Missy had instantly dropped her head and hurried back to her desk, hiding her red face from everyone.

Things were not really getting any easier for Emily either. The cough had only made her hearing worse…causing the little girl to jump in fright, at the loud noises the other kids in day-care made.

So both of them were obviously excited when Saturday finally came, and they could spend the entire day together.

Just the two of them, with nothing to care about in the world.

It was a cold, crisp morning in December, and Missy was just getting Emily into her little red boots ready for a trip to the park to see the newly decorated Christmas trees.

Emily was sitting there quiet and happy, watching her mother crouched down before her. Emily always did this. Always watched Missy so carefully, mirroring and copying everything that Missy did. One of the little girl's favourite things was to try and style her own hair as Missy did hers in the mornings.

"So are you excited to see the ducks today, baby?" Missy asked Emily gently, pushing her foot into her little bootie.

Emily nodded. "Duks?" she enquired, her eyes wide.

Missy merely smiled. "Yeah, we can feed them if you want?" she said, getting to her feet. "But let's get your coat on. It's freeeezing out there."

But as Missy stood, her phone suddenly buzzed loudly across her nightstand.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but let out a small smile.

She knew exactly who that was…

Since getting her number, Wade had been texting her relentlessly. He had promised to bombard her with boundless emoji-filled texts and boy had he delivered!

Every morning as if on cue, he would send her a text, most of them filled with nothing more than a little egg emoji and the word [Breakfast?].

And Missy every day replied with the same thing…

{Busy, sorry. Gotta work. M}

But today, as Missy picked up her phone she grinned as she saw his message.

[*egg emoji* Breakfast? And DON'T say you have to work, Ms Oh-So-Perfect…because it's a Saturday. *streamers emoji*]

Missy bit her lip, staring down at her phone for the longest of moments, before typing a hasty reply.

{We're going to the park to feed the ducks….but if you happen to be around, I guess we might catch you at the little coffee stand on the corner of ninth. M}

Missy smiled to herself as she pressed send.

She had actually been hoping to run into him…just to say thank you of course, for him coming over and minding Emily for her last weekend.

Apart from the daily texts, she had barely heard a peep out of her neighbour. The only time she even noticed him was the slamming of his door late at night, after he had gotten home from whatever bar, she presumed, he frequented.

Not that she missed him or anything…

Giving a slight inward sigh, Missy turned back to Emily, giving the little girl a soft smile.

Regardless of whether or not Wade turned up, Missy was still going to make this the loveliest day.

In five minutes, the pair had pulled on their warm winter coats and were now headed towards the park, hand-in-hand, a bag of stale bread crusts shoved into Missy's pocket.

The street was fairly quiet but even so, Emily didn't speak.

Missy knew that the little girl found it hard to concentrate on someone talking from her side. And so Missy always kept all conversation until they had come to a stop.

But crossing the street, Emily's little eyes suddenly widened as she pointed at something in the distance.

The little girl mumbled something Missy didn't quite catch.

As they reached the sidewalk, Missy crouched down in front of her daughter, adjusting her tiny red bobble hat.

"What's wrong sweetie?" she asked her, Missy's face full of concern.

"Tha Waydee," said Emily, her tiny mittened paw suddenly waving up at a figure, strolling towards them.

Missy glanced up, her eyes instantly meeting with his.

There was Wade, as casual as ever, sheepskin jacket thrown haphazardly over a white vest, barely even acknowledging that it was freezing out, strolling towards them, a wide grin plastered over his features.

He waved back cheerily.

"Well isn't this a surprise…" he said, his tone thick with sarcasm. "Running into your two gorgeous Princesses like this."

Missy couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Aren't you freezing?" she merely asked him, shooting him a playful look.

"Aren't you smokin' hot?" he retorted almost instantly, his eyes travelling down her wrapped up form.

Missy scoffed, but before she could even say another word, much to her surprise, Emily had detached her little hand from Missy's, and run toward Wade, waddling over on her chubby little legs.

"I goin see duks," she said in her croaky little voice, holding her arms up towards him and making grabbing motions with her hands.

It was obvious what she wanted.

Missy smiled to herself, as Wade lifted Emily into his arms. She was never normally like this with people. Never normally got attached so quickly.

"Ducks?" he said in amazement, as Emily pawed at his chest with her red-mittens. "Well it's lucky I'm here isn't it? Because I know all the best places to see those noisy little quackers."

Emily giggled shyly at his words, as Wade turned to Missy, who was stood there staring at the two of them, her eyes narrowed slightly, but a smile lingering over her pursed lips.

"Oooh, but I think by the look on your Mommy's face, she needs a very strong coffee first," said Wade goadingly, before turning back and jiggling the little girl in his arms. "What do you think Chicken-Little?"

Emily, who was busy chewing on her mitten and staring at Wade's long face in awe, gave a slow nod.

Missy let out a snort, raising an eyebrow.

"Why?" she asked, folding her arms across her pale blue coat. "You buying?"

But Wade merely grinned back.

"Of course," he said matter-of-factly ,strutting over to her, Emily still his arms. "But you realise that if you'd accepted my offer of breakfast sooner, you'd have had breakfast paid for all this week, by yours truly."

Something passed between the pair of them, as Wade came to stand close to her.

Missy felt her heart begin to pound inside her chest and a warmth spread through her.

As Missy smirked, her green eyes meeting Wade's chocolate ones, Emily turned to look at her mom.

"Mommy kissh Waydee," she said looking back and forth between the pair, and lifting her drool covered mitten to Missy's face.

But Missy ducked gently away from the toddlers grasp, her face almost immediately flushing red.

"Uh….I did not make her say that…" murmured Wade, giving a grin, as Emily turned back to him and proceed to grab at his ear with her wet paw. "Although….maybe we should do as she says…"

Missy shook her head, laughing, as Wade flashed her an award-winning smile.

"Come on," she said gesturing over towards the coffee stand, tucked just to the right of the entrance to the park. "Mine's a latte."

Wade stared after her ,as Missy walked on ahead of them in her sky-scraper high-heels.

He turned to Emily and gave a nod, raising his eyebrows.

"I think your Mommy likes me…" he uttered in a soft voice, before the pair of them followed after her obediently.

[missyandwade]

Across the Hallway - Chapter 6

The week drifted by, with Wade bumping into Missy and Emily briefly a couple of times, but for no more than a couple of minutes maximum.

After a few polite exchanges of words, the girls had rushed off, leaving Wade beaming after them each and every time…..

The merc knew, of course, that he was enamoured with them, without a doubt! But Missy was hard nut to crack…

Defensive and protective over her tiny daughter. He didn't expect anything less, but that just made Wade more and more bowled over by her.

She was perfect….and she didn't even realise it.

But tonight it was a Saturday night, and two days since the coughing had started.

Despite there being a hallway dividing them, Wade could still hear it, punctuating through the silence.

It was Emily. Wade had seen her looking sniffly and miserable on Thursday, but since then, the sounds that emanated from Missy's apartment had only worsened.

It was just gone 10pm, and even through the noise from his TV, Wade could still hear the bark-like coughs, sounding through the walls.

The merc was sprawled out on his couch after a tiring job.

Two guys who had tried to rob a liquor store. Wade had had a gold card with their names on it. Literally.

The merc knew for a fact that they didn't even have any weapons, but as soon as they had seen him they had run like hell. And Wade, despite him keeping fairly fit, wasn't as young as he used to be, had been winded after about five minutes and had given up. Pffft. Someone else could take the card.

So now, with his day pretty much wasted, Wade was sat, in jeans and a t-shirt, his sneakers still on, watching old re-runs of The Price is Right. His head was propped up on his hand, his face bored, his eyes staring, unmoving, at the TV.

It wasn't until there was a sudden knock on his door, did Wade finally break from his stupor…

He gave a frown, getting hastily to his feet.

Nobody usually called on him this late…and if they did, it was usually people demanding money….or worse, his life…

Grabbing his gun from the top shelf of a kitchen cupboard where he had stashed it, Wade stalked to the door before hurling it open, his eyes flashing dangerously.

But to his surprise, on the other side of the door wasn't a 6 ft7 hulking great man, ready to kill him…instead it was the opposite….

"Missy?" he said, tossing his gun down onto a sideboard, out of sight.

The caramel-haired woman was stood there, her face full of worry and concern. He could see that her eyes were red and tired-looking.

She gave a gulp, glancing back over to her open front-door.

"I'm really sorry….I didn't know who else to ask…." she said, shaking her head, looking close to tears, desperation in her voice. "It's Emily-"

From behind her came a sudden loud, carrying cough…

Again Missy glanced around, before staring back up at him once more.

"She won't stop coughing…it's been like two days…and she's getting worse….she just needs some medicine….but I haven't been able to get out and get some…." said Missy her voice breaking slightly as she spoke. "S-she just won't sleep….I-I've tried anything….medicine will help, but I just-"

Wade shuffled from foot to foot, the concern upon his features mirroring hers.

"You need me to go to the store?" he asked, his hand automatically reaching out and touching her shoulder.

Beneath his grasp, she was trembling like a leaf.

Missy was usually so composed, so reserved….but now…

She shook her caramel-blonde head quickly as he spoke.

"I know the one she needs….I'll be gone like five minutes tops…" she asked, in a hurried tone, her face reddening. "I just wanted to ask if you could-"

"-Of course," uttered Wade instantly. He knew what she was getting at but couldn't quite find the right words to ask him. "You want me to watch her?"

Missy nodded quickly.

"Like I said I'll be gone like five minutes," she said, her eyes wide and anxious. "She's just in bed….she's hot and just won't settle. I-I've tried everything. You don't have to do anything….just make sure she's ok… I just don't have anyone else to ask…"

For the slightest of seconds Missy's green eyes met with Wade's chocolate ones.

His heart broke for her. He could see the anguish that was coursing through her right now.

It looked like she had wanted to ask of him this all day, but had only now worked up the courage to do so.

"Lead the way," he uttered, giving her shoulder a small squeeze, and flashing her a reassuring smile.

Missy visibly gulped, turning away, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear before heading back over to her apartment.

Inside Emily's coughs were louder, more piercing inside the silent apartment.

As they reached the living room, Missy turned to him, pointing to a scrap of paper on the coffee table.

"I'll be back as soon as I can….that's my cell phone number….call me if anything happens…." Missy uttered, biting at her lip. "She shouldn't even notice I'm gone…"

Wade nodded. "It'll be fine, just go…" he said giving her a poignant look.

This was no time for the charm and teasing he normally presented to her. Her mind was not on him right now….

"Thank you…" she murmured, gratefully. And this time it was her turn to reach out for him….her hand grasping his forearm tightly, giving a squeeze.

But within a second she had pulled away and was heading out the door, purse and cell phone clutched tightly in her hands.

Wade gave a sigh, staring after her, long after the door had been pulled gently closed.

Emily's coughs rang out…

He wouldn't go in. It would only wind the little girl up further to wonder where her Mom had got to. From the sounds of it, Emily needed to rest…sleep…hopefully Missy would be back with the cough syrup that could help alleviate Emily's symptoms, and help her to calm and drift off.

The merc settled himself down onto Missy's couch before gazing around. For the first time he realised he had never actually seen the inside of her apartment before. Not with the lights on at least. But now no boxes littered the floor, only a couple of Emily's toys and a pair of Missy's patent high heels.

The room was neat and tidy and Wade couldn't help but feel relaxed, and almost at home here…

He smiled gently to himself as he sat up, pulling towards him a large drawing that lay beside the phone number Missy had left for him.

It was a haphazardly-drawn picture filled with red blobs Wade could only presume were supposed to be people, one of them with yellow hair- he could only imagine was Missy.

From what he could make out, there were three figures altogether. Three.

If the smallest one was Emily and the yellow-haired figure- Missy, who was the third?

Missy was a single-mom, there was no doubt about that…. the way she acted like a lioness, protecting her cub at all costs. But she was attractive and just…..amazing….there was no doubt in Wade's mind that she wasn't dating…or at least been in a relationship of late.

And besides, Emily hadn't just appeared out of thin air…she had to have a Dad…was he still on the scene? Missy hadn't mentioned him….although Wade had never asked…too busy flirting with her to ask her anything, in fact. He reprimanded himself internally.

He was a fucking jackass sometimes and he knew it, but his heart was in the right place.

Wade dropped the picture back onto the coffee table, just as a sudden voice over his shoulder made him jump in fright.

"I did pikshur."

Wade swung around, to see Emily stood there in little yellow bumblebee pyjamas, her soft brown hair tied up in a little bow.

Her face looked red and her eyes were puffy, like she had been crying.

"Heeeey there Em-bear," said Wade giving her a gentle smile. "What are you doing up?"

The little girl didn't answer but merely scrunched up her sleeve in her sticky hands, letting out another piercing cough.

Wade winced at the sound. That cough sounded painful.

"Want me to take you back to your bed?" he said turning to face her fully, perching on the edge of the couch cushion. "Your mommy has just gone to get you some medicine…and hopefully she will buy me some more ice cream after you two ate all mine the other week. You remember that?"

But again, Emily didn't answer.

Wade half expected that the cough had worsened the toddler's already-poor hearing.

Emily merely gave him the most-heart wrenching look he had ever seen and approached him, suddenly grasping his knee with her sticky paw and trying to lift herself onto his lap.

"I did pikshur,"she repeated, pointing over to the crayon-drawing on the table and giving another cough.

Wade's heart melted there and then, and in an instant, he had picked Emily up and lifted her onto his lap.

"Theeere you go," he said as she wriggled about on his knees, finally coming to rest next to him on the couch, her little hand on his leg. "You want this?"

Leaning over, Wade grasped up the drawing once more.

"Pikshur…" she repeated again, pointing at the red blobs with her chubby fingers, giving a sniffle and wiping at her nose with her other hand, which she instantly placed back down onto Wade's jeans straight after.

Wade couldn't help but smile, as she nuzzled her little body close to him, coughing again.

"Is that you?" he asked, as the little girl let out a nod. "And this is your Mommy?"

Emily gave a little yawn. "That vam-ire Mommy…she pwety…"

Wade agreed, grinning.

"Oh she is very pretty!" he said in a serious voice, pointing down at the two thick red lines Emily had drawn beneath the figure. "And gorgeous legs, by the way!"

Emily, who obviously didn't appreciate Wade's humour, snuggled her little head beneath his arm, giving another wet-sounding sniffle.

"An tha Waydee," she said pointing to the third red blob.

Wade didn't think he could adore one little girl more that he already did, but he had been mistaken.

He peered down at the toddler who was busy scrunching the corner of the paper in her hands.

"That's me?" he asked her gently, giving a gulp.

Emily nodded, coughing once again, the sound echoing through the room.

"You an Mommy vam-ires and tha me…" she said quietly, her voice croaky.

Wade smiled placing his arms around her, pulling her tiny little body into him.

That made her happy.

Emily snuggled down into his soft t-shirt, folding up her tiny bee-covered legs beneath her and closing her eyes.

She coughed and her little form shook beneath his grasp momentarily, before settling once again.

And it was only a matter of seconds….before little Emily's breathing shallowed and she became still….falling fast asleep.

Wade didn't dare move, he merely remained there, his thumb rubbing across her tiny warm back.

Only a minute or two passed, before Wade heard the door open behind him.

"Sorry….I rushed back as soon as I could-" said Missy suddenly, hurrying into the room, brandishing a white package of children's cough syrup, but she suddenly stopped in tracks as she saw the sight that met her eyes…

Wade glanced around to see Missy standing there, mouth open slightly, as she gazed down at the pair of them.

"She's only just dropped off…." he whispered with a small smile. "She wanted to show me her picture."

Wade pointed to the crayon drawing of the three of them.

Missy relaxed a little, letting out a long breath, before the corners of her lips curved up into the smallest of smiles.

"Yeah, she showed me that yesterday…" she said glancing down at the floor. "Sorry…she just likes you I guess."

But Wade merely beamed.

"Don't apologise!" he said staring back at her. "Can I keep it? It will look great on my fridge next to my coupon for half-off pizza."

Missy gave a chuckle, nodding.

"Of course," she replied, her warm eyes meeting his. "She would love that."

After a second, a moment of comfortable silence fell between the pair, the only sound between them being the horse breathing of little Emily on Wade's lap.

Missy walked over to him, gently picking up the little girl and holding her close to her chest.

Emily didn't stir…

Wade looked up at the pair of them, adoration in his eyes.

"So…" he said smirking. "You got a matching pair of those bumble-bee pyjamas hidden away in your bedroom?"

Missy merely smirked back.

Back to her usual self….her worry drifting away…

Wade got to his feet, snatching the drawing as well as the scrap of paper beside it.

"Oh and I'm taking your number by the way," he said matter-of-factly. "So expect some emoji-filled texts from yours truly VERY soon!"

Missy rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh, before heading over towards one of the bedrooms, holding Emily tightly in her arms.

"I'll let myself out," he grinned, staring down at the crayon drawing of the three of them once more, before strolling over to the front door.

"Thanks…for tonight…" came Missy's sudden voice, as he turned back towards her. "I appreciate it….I really do…."

She gave him a soft smile, stroking Emily's back with her hand.

Wade returned the smile, before nodding and hauling open the front door.

"Oh and Wade," came Missy's voice one last time, causing him to stop in his tracks and glance over at her.

This time she was biting her peach lips. She looked him up and down.

"I don't wear pyjamas to bed…" she uttered, giving him a long and lingering look, before smirking, wrinkling her nose and heading into the bedroom, disappearing out of sight.

Wade stared after her longingly as she went, before turning back to the door and raising his eyes to the heavens.

"Oh….fuck me…" he mouthed in awe, as he headed back out into the corridor, and pulled Missy's front door shut behind him.

[missyandwade]

From Across the Hallway - Chapter 5

When Missy moves in across the hallway with her two-year old daughter Emily, into what is definitely NOT the best neighborhood, perhaps Wade Wilson can be there for them to brighten their world, and keep an eye out for them when they need it most…

Chapter 5

The week slipped slowly by, with things getting slightly easier for Missy.

She had a friend now, at work. A girl named Karen, who worked on the floor below. She was nice, and just the day before had asked if Missy wanted to go grab a drink after work with her and a couple of the other women from the office.

It was a Friday night…obviously a few years ago, Missy would have leapt at the chance. But she had Emily now. Her priorities had changed.

So Missy had politely declined Karen's offer, desperately hoping that that hadn't scuppered any chances she may have had of a friendship…

Now Missy and Emily walked home hand-in-hand.

Emily had fared no better at day-care this week.

She had still not made any friends and was very reluctant to join in with the other children, or so the staff had insisted anyway...

Missy knew that Emily's hearing issues were a big part of that and the children's screams and yells only drove to hurt her little ears, confusing her. Missy had wondered whether giving her hearing-aid another go, would be a good idea…but she remembered how much Emily had hated it. The little girl had cried and almost pleaded with Missy not to have to wear it, the whole situation breaking Missy's heart in two. She had vowed never again…but right now, what choice did she have?

Emily had only got quieter as the week progressed, going further and further into her shell, clutching tightly at Missy's hand in the mornings when it was time for her to leave.

So on their way home this evening, Missy and Emily had called into a bookstore on their way home, and had found one of Emily's favourite stories, reading it together.

It was story about a Mummy vampire and a Daddy vampire and their little daughter- who was a witch. Emily loved the part where the little witch would fly around on her broomstick, over the heads of her Mom and Dad.

Emily had been obsessed with this story for a while now and had been delighted on Halloween when they had passed a group of girls all dressed like little witches on their way home.

"I waw be a witsh, Mommy," she had said, her eyes full of awe.

Missy had merely smiled and stroked the top of her tiny head. "Next year sweetie," she had said gently. "We'll get you a hat and everything!"

Missy had tonight, bought the book covertly and was hiding it away to give to the Emily at Christmas.

Now the pair trudged up the long winding staircase, up towards their apartment, but the conversation hadn't strayed far.

"Wenn can I be witsh?" came Emily's quiet voice, as she looked up at Missy with wide green eyes.

Missy smiled.

"Next Halloween you can be a witch, baby…" she said for the hundredth time that month.

"But I wan be witsh now…" said the little girl looking sad, jutting out her little lip in a pout.

But before Missy could answer, the pair of them were almost bowled over by a figure flying around the corner towards them.

Missy stared up suddenly, as the person skidded to a halt.

"Well if it isn't my two favourite ladies," came the voice of Wade Wilson.

But Missy couldn't help but gasp slightly as she saw his face…

Wade was dressed, as always, in his usual sheepskin jacket, this time in a white vest and jeans, his blonde hair messy and slightly unkempt, but it was his face that had shocked her the most.

Her neighbour's cheeks were littered with tiny cuts and grazes, and across his forehead was a large purple bruise that looked incredibly painful.

Missy, without thinking, pulled Emily back towards her.

Neither of them has seen nor heard from Wade since last Friday when they had gone over to escape the cold, and Missy guessed that this was the reason why…

"Your face…" uttered Missy, her eyes wide.

But Wade merely shot her a grin.

"Oh, yeah…it's not as bad as it looks…." he said with a shrug. "And hey, if it's any comfort, the other guy came off waaaay worse…."

But that was NOT a comfort to Missy. In fact it was the opposite.

She knew that this was a bad neighbourhood….but she really never expected it right on her doorstep. If something like that could happen to a 6ft2, muscle-bound guy like Wade…what chance did she and Emily have?

She looked down at her daughter, worried she might be upset by Wade's appearance.

But to her surprise Emily was staring up at Wade….a big smile plastered across her little face.

A smile she normally only reserved for Missy…

She held her tiny mittened paw up towards him.

"I goin be a witsh!" she said in a quiet voice.

Wade immediately beamed, before coming to crouch in front of Emily on the landing.

"A witch?" he said placing a hand to his chest in faux-surprise. "I guess I'd better behave then…in case you turn me into a frog, Em-bear!"

With that he stroked her little pink cheek with his thumb, as she looked up at him delightedly.

"But not until next Halloween, baby…" said Missy in a careful voice, bending down and lifting Emily into her arms.

Wade got to his feet, standing before the pair of them, tall and grinning.

"Awww but Halloween is aaaaaaaaages away!" he said, tossing back his head and giving a mock-groan.

"Adges away," repeated Emily, suddenly leaning into Missy and pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

Missy gave a laugh, as Wade cocked an eyebrow.

"Hey, if you lift me into your arms…" he said in a playful tone. "…can I have a kiss too?"

Missy smirked, rolling her eyes, but ignored him, instead turning back to Emily.

"Pleashe Mommy…I wil be good if I can be witsh…" said Emily, pushing back Missy's hair from her ear and whispering into it.

At this Missy's heart completely melted.

She gave a sigh. She supposed she might be able to rustle up a costume from an old t-shirt or something…

"Ok…let's see what we can do…" she said bouncing Emily on her hip as the little girl giggled happily.

"So if you're going to be a witch, that mean I'm gonna have to get some candy in for trick or treating?" asked Wade, cocking a scarred eyebrow up at Missy. "You two are literally eating me out of house and home at the moment, you know that?"

"Twick or tweaing?" asked Emily in the quietest voice possible, looking over at him, her mouth hanging open slightly.

But Missy just looked at Wade, the corners of her lips twitching up into a small smile.

"Give me until six o'clock and I'll make sure I have some candy in…" he said to her, stuffing his hands into his pockets and sliding past the pair of them, flashing them a charming smile. He pointed to his beaten up face. "And if we're doing costumes, I can be the selfless hero who got himself beaten up, and you can be the super-sexy nurse next-door that takes care of him…I'm hoping you already have the outfit stashed away somewhere, right?"

Missy shook her head disapprovingly at him, but couldn't help but smile.

"Six o clock," she merely repeated, shooting him one last curious look, before turning back to Emily and climbing the rest of the stairs, disappearing off out of sight.

It was 6pm and Missy was knelt in her bedroom, Emily standing in front of her, the little toddler spinning around on the spot.

Whilst Emily had been eating her dinner of spaghetti and meatballs (with numerous vegetables hidden inside the sauce), Missy had been hard at work, cutting open a large black t-shirt to make a cape and taping together a couple of pieces of black cardboard to make a large pointed hat.

Missy had then put Emily in some red and black stripy leggings and her little red jumper to complete the outfit.

The little girl had squealed and run around excitedly as soon as she was in the costume.

"So you like it?" Missy asked her, as Emily stared at her appearance in the mirror, standing on her little pudgy tip-toes.

The tiny toddler gave a nod.

"Can I hav candy fram Wadee now?" she asked in a hushed voice, coming to clutch at Missy's hand with her own sticky one.

Missy chuckled.

Wade really had had quite an effect on Emily. Usually the little girl never paid any other adults any attention, apart from Missy of course…so for Wade to have had this much of an impact of her, really was something.

"Sure…shall we go and see if he's home?" asked Missy biting her lip, and brushing back Emily's mousy-brown hair from her face.

Missy knew that she couldn't put that much faith in Wade….after all, everyone else in her life had let her down, so why should he be any different? But the way he lighted up her and Emily's life…even just that tiny bit…

But Missy gave an inward sigh, getting to her feet.

He was probably just trying to be nice…it would only be a matter of time before, he too, proved he was just the same as the rest of them, and that there would only always be Missy and Emily…

Taking the little girl by the hand, Missy led her over to her wardrobe, pulling out a little orange shoulder bag. Missy had bought it years ago, and never used it anymore, but the colour and size would be perfect for trick or treating.

She handed it to Emily.

"Now you hold that, and shall we see if you can scare Wade into giving you some candy?" she asked wrinkling her nose.

But Emily had been looking down into the empty purse, and hadn't heard her.

Missy gave a couple of blinks, before squeezing Emily's hand and repeating herself.

The time the little girl gave an enthusiastic nod, causing Missy to smile, leading her out into the hallway landing and over to Wade's door.

"You want to knock?" asked Missy, leaning in towards Emily, who had instantly gone shy, cowering behind Missy's legs.

The toddler shook her head silently, causing the cardboard, pointed hat to slide about.

"I'll do it then," said Missy looking down into Emily's wide green eyes. "You just get your best scary face ready for when he comes out."

And with that Missy rapped neatly on the wooden door.

Less than a second later it was hurled open.

But the sight that met their eyes, caused both Emily and Missy's faces to curve up into wide smiles….

For stood there, was Wade, grinning back at them with a pair of plastic, pearly white vampire fangs stuffed into his mouth.

"Vam-ire!" said Emily, quickly appearing out from behind Missy's legs and pointing up at Wade. She looked back and forth between Missy and Wade excitedly. "Vam-ire!"

"Yuh-uh, ansh yoush ar-"

Wade made a sudden face, stopping mid-way through his sentence to take out the teeth. "And you are?"

"I WITSH!" said Emily, bouncing up and down excitedly, causing her hat to almost topple off.

"A witch!?" said Wade in a faux-terrified voice. "A vampire is no match for a witch, I guess you'd better take some of this candy I've been hoarding inside my castle!"

Wade reached inside, grabbing for a large bag of unopen candy that he had blatantly just bought from the store on the corner, and crouching before Emily.

Tipping the bag upside down he emptied the entire contents into the Missy's orange purse as Emily stared up into his face, her mouth opening slightly.

"You like Daddy vam-ire…." she said, suddenly reaching up and touching his bruised cheek with her pudgy finger. "An Mommy is Mommy vam-ire…"

Wade smiled instantly, his eyes glancing up towards Missy who immediately felt herself redden.

"Well…I guess we can't argue with that…" smirked Wade, his eyes never leaving hers. "Question is who gets to suck who's blood first?"

Missy, pursed her lips together, trying as hard as she could to stop herself from smirking back, shaking her head dismissively.

"Alright now, baby…" she said, ignoring his comment and looking down at Emily. "you say thank you to Wade, and let's get in to get you into the bath and ready for bed."

Emily smiled shyly, before looking up at Wade once again.

"Fanku Wadee," she said, her sticky hands grasping at her red jumper.

Wade looked absolutely enamoured with her, staring at Emily like she was the most precious thing he had ever seen.

"Can I get a bath and get put to bed too?" he asked finally, giving a pout and staring at Missy, as he got slowly to his feet. "I look super cute, butt-naked and covered in bubbles, y'know?"

This time Missy did smirk, bending down and clutching Emily's hand in her own, without looking at him.

"In your dreams…" Missy said curtly, although she wasn't able to stop her cheeks turning pink.

Wade merely leant up against the doorframe, as the pair crossed the hallway heading back over to their front door.

"Well maybe another time…...Mommy vampire," he said in a cheeky voice, causing Missy to glance back over her shoulder at him one last time.

She shot him a look, before letting out a small smile and heading inside…...shutting the door closed behind them.

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From Across the Hallway - Chapter 4

When Missy moves in across the hallway with her two-year old daughter Emily, into what is definitely NOT the best neighborhood, perhaps Wade Wilson can be there for them to brighten their world, and keep an eye out for them when they need it most… Hurt/Comfort/Friendship/Family, and perhaps a little something more…

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Wade's apartment was just how had Missy imagined it. Casual, cool, if a little rough around the edges…just like Wade himself.

The pair of them, Missy and Emily, hand-in-hand, entered cautiously through the door, Emily gazing around in awe.

Their neighbour, immediately began picking up a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, that were haphazardly strewn across the floor, flinging them into his laundry basket in the corner of the room.

"Feel free to sit down, make your gorgeous selves at home" he said gesturing to a couch and a couple of chairs that stood on the far side of the apartment, next to a large window that looked out onto the city. "You can borrow my laptop if you need it, but I wouldn't go through my browser history if I were you…"

Missy rolled her eyes, shaking her head, before leading Emily over to the couch, picking her up and sitting her down onto the squishy sofa cushions.

"Thanks…" she uttered, looking over at him and unbuttoning the little girls coat. It was much, much warmer in here.

But Wade merely smiled, looking happy.

She was sure he must have a lot of visitors. He wasn't exactly bad looking and definitely seemed like the kind of guy that would have plenty of friends…but Wade seemed almost enamoured with having them here.

He immediately busied himself with tidying things away and making the place look presentable, before grabbing his laptop, placing it down onto the end of the couch beside her.

Missy gave him a nod as she unbuttoned her own coat, removing it and placing it neatly down beside Emily's.

For the slightest of seconds she caught Wade's eye, as he looked her up and down. She was just in a navy pencil skirt, pale blue blouse and nude heels, nothing special, but the way he was looking at her…

But she instantly pushed this away from her thoughts, turning her attention back to her daughter.

She ran a hand over her soft brown hair.

"You ok, sweetie?" she asked gently.

Emily gave a nod back.

"Hot chwocolat?" she asked, her little green eyes searching Missy's face.

Missy smiled lovingly, before glancing up at Wade who was currently beaming.

"Hot chocolate for the little princess and her beautiful queen of a mama, coming right up," he said quickly, moving over to them and picking up the tv remote. "But first maybe some cartoons? Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles were always my favourite…huuuge fan of Leonardo."

Wade switched on the tv, flipping over to the kids channel, and began to turn up the volume…higher and higher…

People always tried to compensate for Emily's hearing loss…it was no fault of their own…they only thought they were doing what's best for the little girl.

But Missy lifted her hand, placing it on Wade's quickly.

"You can keep the volume low, she just likes to look at the pictures anyway," she said, giving Wade a small smile.

He paused for a moment, her hand still on his, before she pulled it away, staring back down at Emily.

Behind her, Wade turned down the volume and headed over to his kitchenette, looking apologetic.

Missy gave a sigh, glancing at Emily, her little eyes fixed on the brightly lit cartoons. She felt her daughter's hands, finally starting to warm up.

She really did regret not keeping on top of everything and paying that bill when she should have.

Missy pursed her lips together, before pulling Wade's laptop towards her.

Twenty minutes later Missy was still sat on Wade's couch on her phone, on hold to the electricity company.

Wade had handed Emily his Batman figurine to play with, and the little girl was taking great delight in tracing over the superheroes mask with her chubby fingers.

Two steaming mugs of hot chocolate had been placed down in front of them, and now Wade stood close by, folding a huge pile of laundry.

Missy glanced over at him momentarily, shaking her head.

Finally after another minute or so, a shrill voice came down the line.

"Ok Melissa, all that seems to be in order, you've paid your bill in full and should have power back on sometime within the next six hours."

"Six hours?" said Missy loudly, causing Emily beside her to jump at the tone of her voice and Wade to look up at her concernedly. "But I've got my daughter…and we've got no power to make dinner….or keep warm…"

But the lady down the line was barely listening

"Would you be interested in hearing about any of our offers for solar panels today?" asked the woman, blatantly reading from a script.

Missy gave a loud "Ughhh…" hanging up the phone.

"Six hours!" she said incredulously, turning to Wade. "Six hours until the power comes back on!"

Her blonde neighbour frowned, putting down the shirt he was folding and walking slowly over to her.

"Well you're more than welcome to stay here tonight-" he said in a playful voice. "If you wanted to snuggle…"

But Missy wasn't in a very playful mood…

She pulled at her lip with her teeth, looking back to Emily who was staring up at her, her face full of worry.

"Sorry baby, Mommy shouldn't have yelled like that," she said, leaning over and kissing the little toddler's forehead.

Emily snuggled into her lovingly.

Oh god, was she just a bad parent? After that year she had had….well…it wasn't a surprise that she would think that…

Missy looked sadly down into her lap, barely even noticing Wade staring over at her.

Suddenly and without a sound, he was at her side.

Missy only realised when she felt a sudden hand on her shoulder.

"Hey…I was being serious…" he said, in a genuine tone, his chocolate eyes honest. "If you need to stay here tonight…"

He gave an easy smile.

"…I just did my laundry so my sheets are clean and daffodil fresh!"

Missy laughed before she could stop herself.

Even Emily looked up at her, as if surprised by the sound which had come out of her Mom's mouth.

It had been a long time since Missy had laughed, that was for sure!

"Thank you," said Missy, lowering her defences slightly, staring up into Wade's face.

There was just something about him…

"No problem…." he replied grinning, looking between her and Emily. "So….I guess if you're not going back to your place for a while and I'm guessing Chicken Little here will need to eat…"

He looked at the little girl and stroked his thumb across her cheek gently.

"..how about some mac and cheese…my speciality!"

Missy smiled back, as to her surprise, Emily let out a tiny giggle at Wade's contact.

"Isn't everything your speciality?" Missy asked Wade mockingly, turning and tickling Emily's tummy, causing the toddler to burst into further fits of giggles.

Missy gazed at her daughter dreamily, as Wade looked on, beaming at the pair of them.

In a matter of minutes the microwave had pinged…Wade, having cleared his rickety little table, placed a steaming orange gloop of mac and cheese down in front of a seated Emily, as her Mom sat beside her.

"What do you say to Wade, sweetie?" asked Missy, smoothing down the little girl's tuft of hair.

"Fank you, Wadee," said Emily shyly, in very broken speech, before picking up the fork with her chubby little fingers.

"You're welcome," said Wade perching on the back of his couch, grinning widely. "And as I always say, what could be more nutritious than luminous mac and cheese?"

Missy instantly smiled up at him.

She could feel herself slowly letting her guard down…for the first time in a long time.

"Y'know I've made enough for all of us and if I'm honest you look like you could use a good meal packed full of e-numbers and trans fats," he said to Missy, cocking a scarred eyebrow over towards her. "At the moment you've got this whole 'I only drink kale juice and eat avocado' kinda vibe going on…."

Missy gave an incredulous laugh, causing Emily to look up at her once again.

"I do not…" she muttered getting to her feet and strolling over to Wade, folding her arms over her blouse. "…I'll have you know…I can binge eat Mexican food and pizza with the best of them…"

Wade looked at her in mock surprise, as she grinned.

"Then you realise, Mademoiselle, that you are pretty much my dream girl, right?" he said in a goading voice, as his eyes fixed onto hers.

But Missy merely smirked, ignoring his comment and quickly turning back towards Emily, walking over to her once more.

"That yummy baby?" she asked, as Emily chewed on the soft pasta, mouth open.

The little girl gave a nod, looking between Missy and Wade, as if transfixed by them.

Missy supposed that Emily had never really seen Missy have this much contact with anyone other than Missy's aunt…

Missy smiled to herself, staring down at her feet before turning and glancing back over towards Wade.

"You know what? I'll take that mac and cheese….if it's going?" she asked, gazing at him. "Thanks."

Wade smiled back, giving a playful look that merely said - 'I was totally right…'

An hour later and Emily was asleep.

The trio had finished their mac and cheese and hot chocolate and moved to the couch, Emily instantly clambering onto Missy's lap and snuggling into her.

It wasn't long before the tiny toddler's eyes had fluttered closed. It was late for her to be up and not in her own bed.

All of this was Missy's mess…if she hadn't been so concerned about herself…about her job…

She looked down at her hand as her fingers stroked against her daughter's warm cheek, absent-mindedly.

Missy couldn't believe she had been this selfish…

"Hey," said Wade suddenly from the armchair, breaking Missy from her thoughts. He had obviously been staring at her for a while. "You think the power's back on at your place yet?"

Missy blinked a few times, flushing red.

Oh god, had they outstayed their welcome?

Gathering Emily up into her arms, Missy made to get to her feet.

"Sorry, yeah, of course…" she murmured, avoiding his eyes, feeling wholly embarrassed.

"No, no, no!" said Wade quickly. "I only meant, if it's not, you should stay here…like I said, I made the bed, the sheets are clean…and Em-bear is looking kinda out for the count…"

He looked at the expression on her face.

"…don't worry," he said in an innocent tone, raising his hands aloft. "….no ulterior motive, I swear. Scouts honour."

Missy stared at him for the longest of moments…..before she gave him a small smile.

"Thank you…for the offer… I appreciate it…"

And she really did…

"…but I should probably check on my place…"

Easing Emily off of her, she got to her feet and strutted across the room on her high heels, grabbing her keys.

She heard Wade following behind her as she crossed the hallway and pushed open her door, but to her delight, the room was warm and lit.

She gave a relived sigh, before turning back to Wade, who was stood close behind her.

"No need to cuddle up to me tonight then?" he said with a smirk, before placing a hand to his chest. "I'm hurt…"

"Lucky escape more like," said Missy, poking him in the ribs with her polished fingernail. "You'd only have been woken like eight times in the night by Emily wanting to pee, or Emily having a nightmare…etcetera, etcetera…"

But Wade gave an easy shrug, grinning.

"Ahhhh, I wouldn't have minded….it would have been like bunking with my old Grandpa again…" he uttered in a sarcastic tone.

Missy let out a chuckle, her eyes glancing to the floor, and for a long second, silence fell between the pair…

She really was very grateful for all this…but couldn't even find the worlds to tell him so….

Missy had put up so many barriers…she was finding it hard to let anyone break them….and here this guy was, walking right through…into their lives…

"I should go get Emily…" she uttered in a quiet voice, biting her lip, before nudging past him.

Missy kept her head bowed low as she walked. She was tired too…and all this had just been too much for her on top of an already exhausting week!

Reaching Wade's couch, Missy lifted Emily into her arms as the little girl gave a gentle grizzle, before walking back over to the door, where Wade was standing, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

Missy paused when she reached him.

This guy she barely even knew….

"Thanks…" she murmured in a quiet voice, gazing slowly up into his eyes. "I really don't know what we'd have done without your help…"

Wade grinned.

"Probably frozen to death…" he said with a matter-of-fact nod.

Missy smiled.

"Well….thanks anyway…." she said, searching for the words. "I appreciate it….we both do…"

And with that Missy gave him one last nod, before crossing the hallway, and closing the door behind her.

Wade lingered in his own doorway for a long moment, letting out a sigh and running a hand over his face…before he too closed the door behind him with a snap.

Leaving the corridor empty once again…

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From Across the Hallway - Chapter 3

When Missy moves in across the hallway with her two-year old daughter Emily, into what is definitely NOT the best neighborhood, perhaps Wade Wilson can be there for them to brighten their world, and keep an eye out for them when they need it most… Hurt/Comfort/Friendship/Family, and perhaps a little something more… Wade/Missy alternate universe fic. Wade/OC

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Missy's week had been anything but easy…each and every day Missy had gone to work, with the whispers still floating around the office…

And on top of that, Emily had been as quiet as ever…

She wasn't a fussy little girl and rarely cried, but she was as shy as anything and Missy could tell she was upset by the fact she had gotten more and more subdued and silent as they days had progressed. This past week, being away from Missy and having to deal with the loud noises and unfamiliar faces at the crèche, it was hurting her, Missy could easily see that.

But right now it was their only choice… Missy couldn't afford not to work and having a crèche in her office block was a massive saving grace for her. There wasn't many workplaces where she would be that lucky.

But today it was Friday and Missy and Emily were looking forward to the entire weekend, just the two of them.

But the moment they had arrived back at 4.30pm, after taking a detour through the ever-darkening park on the way home, their afternoon had descended into chaos.

They had opened the front door, only to find that that their power was out and by the looks of it, had been for the majority of the day. This meant that the entire apartment was freezing cold and now plunged into darkness.

"No, no, no…" uttered Missy under her breath, flipping the light on and off as Emily stuck by her heels, looking up at her Mom a little worriedly.

"Itsh dark," muttered the little girl, slurring her words slightly, which wasn't uncommon for her.

Missy stroked the top of Emily's head stepping further into the room, the only light, currently coming from the lit-hallway behind them, through the open door.

"I know sweetie, Mommy thought she'd paid the bill on Tuesday," she said matter-of-factly, pulling her cell phone from her purse, the bright light from the device illuminating her face.

She checked her bank account quickly.

Crap, the money hadn't gone out. She know she'd SEEN the bill, but with everything going on at the moment, she had obviously forgotten to pay it.

At her side, Emily clutched at her leg.

"It's ok, Mommy will fix it," said Missy biting her lip.

God, it was freezing in here. It was late November and a chill had crept over the city over the past few weeks, with the temperature having dropped dramatically, right in time for their move.

Missy hurriedly strode across the room, searching over her box-strewn living room for the pile of letters and bills she knew was around there somewhere.

But it was dark and impossible to see a thing, even with the light from her phone.

Oh could this day get any worse?!

"Is living in the dark a new trend I haven't quite caught onto yet?" came a sudden voice from behind her.

Oh it definitely could get worse…

She turned to see Wade standing in the hallway, leaning up against her doorframe, arms folded, staring into the gloomy apartment, a big grin across his face.

Missy gave an irritated huff.

"I forgot to pay the bill, ok?" she snapped, before she could stop herself.

Why was she even having to explain herself to him anyway?

Emily looked behind her, obviously wondering who Missy was talking to, her green eyes staring suddenly up at Wade.

"Hiya Em," he said his voice sweet. "It's kinda dark in here, huh?"

The tiny girl gave a nod and waved at him suddenly with her chubby hand.

Wade beamed.

Missy gave a sigh, spinning around on the spot, checking the space around her for the bills. But beneath the piles of cardboard boxes and Emily's toys it was impossible to see anything.

"I've got a flashlight, if you want to borrow one?" offered Wade.

She could from his tone that he was smirking.

Missy gritted her teeth.

"No thanks!" she said in a high-pitched voice. "I'm fine, I-"

But before she could utter another word, Missy had tripped over a pile of boxes and come crashing down onto the hardwood floor with a bump.

Emily let out a squeak of fright.

In a flash, Wade had strode across the room, closing the gap between them, clutching a hand beneath her arm.

"Up you get, Ms Clumsy," he said in a mocking tone, which Missy did not appreciate one little bit.

She snatched her arm away from him.

"I can get up myself, thank you very much," she snarled, clambering to her feet with great difficulty on her sky-high-heels.

She heard Wade at her side let out a chuckle, as he walked back over to where Emily was still stood, just a couple of feet inside the room.

He crouched down in front of the little girl, smiling.

"Now your mommy is an independent lady," said Wade with a nod. "…and you know what? That's my favourite kind of lady…"

Emily just gaped at him for a long moment, before looking down at the floor shyly and turning around on the spot.

"She's shy…" offered Missy, suddenly gazing over at them. "She doesn't really interact with others all that well."

Wade looked around at Missy.

"She interacts with you…" he said blinking.

Missy glanced down at the floor momentarily before looking up at Wade once again.

"That's because I know how to talk to her…a lot of people, they find out that she's hard of hearing, and they just yell at her, thinking that will solve all the problems…but it just makes things worse…she hates loud noises.." Missy gave an inward sigh. "She's fine if you just talk slowly to her and make eye contact…like you should with any normal child…"

Wade paused for a second, his brown eyes roving over Missy's face.

"Noted…" he uttered simply.

Suddenly at his side, Emily let out a shiver.

It was bitterly cold in the apartment and right now Missy regretted not keeping on top of things better.

What on earth was she going to do if Emily got sick…she couldn't afford to take time off…not now…imagine what the popele ta work would say about that?

Not to mention Emily's health…the little girl struggled as it was…

Missy worried at her lip, fretting.

"Listen," said Wade suddenly, snapping Missy out of her trance. "You wanna come over to my place?"

His voice was genuine and soft.

He turned to Emily.

"I've got hot chocolate with little marshmallows.." he said in a tempting voice, causing the little girl to look up at him wide-eyed.

But Missy gave a frown.

This probably wasn't a good idea….she barely even knew this guy…

"Hot chwocolat?" repeated Emily in what was barely a whisper.

Wade smiled down at her with gentle brown eyes.

"And it sure is a bit warmer than this place is…" he said glancing back over at Missy. "In fact I think a house made of ice vodka luges would be warmer than this…"

Missy gave a gulp.

"I-I don't know…" she murmured biting at her lip, worriedly, and shifting her weight from foot to foot.

But Wade gave an easy shrug, getting to his feet as Emily watched him.

"Look it's just an offer…" he said with a chuckle. "But I do have wifi if you need to get in touch with the electricity company that way…and besides my hot cholate is pretty infamous…"

He turned to Emily.

"…The secret is lots of marshmallows!" he said in a loud whisper behind his hand, causing Emily to blink her eyes up at him curiously.

Perhaps going over to Wade's for a minute or two would be a better option, Missy thought to herself. Instead of rooting around in the dark for a missing paper bill she might have thrown out anyway.

She stared up at her neighbour warily.

There he was, in his usual sheepskin jacket and black tee, looking every inch a guy she would normally cross the street to avoid.

But it was Emily, who let out another silent shiver, who made up Missy's mind for her.

"Ok…" Missy uttered in a quiet tone. "Just until I manage to get this bill paid and get the power back on…"

Wade instantly clapped his hands together, happily, causing Emily to wince slightly, backing away from him in fright.

The blonde man looked suddenly shamefaced at the little girl's reaction.

But Missy merely walked across the room, taking Emily's hand in her own and stroking her cheek.

"Shhh, it's ok baby, it was just Wade…" she said in a soft voice.

Wade shook his head.

"Sorry," he said, looking between them.

And for the first time, Missy saw something in him…. something far removed from his usual cocky swagger. Something genuine, remorseful….honest…

"It's fine…" she said giving him a ghost of a smile, which Wade reciprocated, looking slightly relieved.

And with that, he led the way across the hallway, pushing open the door to his apartment, as Missy and Emily followed.

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