Wade was sitting on his couch, head propped up on his arm, watching tv- some inane show about dancing celebrities.

It was a Saturday night, and the merc was alone.

It had been over two full weeks since he had seen or heard from Missy. He knew she was right to take some time away, but that didn't make him miss her any less.

The night Zach had appeared, Missy had headed to the airport, getting the next flight down to Florida to see her Mom. Wade had wrapped his strong arms around her before she had hopped into a taxi cab. The pair of them barely uttering a word since their kiss.

Wade let out a sigh, changing the tv channel.

What if she got back and regretted it? What if she didn't come back at all?

He had text her a few times and tried calling her once, but her cell phone was switched off.

Wade knew all of this had been a tough thing to go through. To lose a baby you had carried for that long, it hurt him even to think about. So he truly had no idea what all this was doing to her.

He flipped over the channel once again, landing on some sort of reality tv show, where an angry chef was yelling at a restaurant owner.

In the few weeks Missy had been gone, Wade had gone back to work, having his first job since Missy had gone on maternity leave.

He had slipped back into his old role of mercenary pretty easily. The late nights prowling the streets and hanging out at Weasel's' bar. But even that didn't seem as fun anymore.

There was something in his life he needed...no, not something. Someone.

He gave another huff, getting to his feet and grabbing his jacket from the back of the couch, flinging it on. He needed some fresh air.

Wade turned off the tv, and pulled his cell phone from his back pocket, checking the screen.

No calls or texts.

Wade felt disappointed. He ran a hand across his long, tired face, before striding over to the door and tugging it open.

But his heart stopped as he saw what was on the other side.

No, not what. Who.

"Missy?" uttered Wade in disbelief staring down at her.

And sure enough, there she was, hand raised aloft, ready to knock upon the wooden door.

She looked bright and healthy. As if that spark she had been missing, had finally returned.

Missy smiled up at him, her eyes wide and happy.

"Hey..." she uttered in soft voice, tilting her head slightly.

She was just dressed in jeans and a long sleeved shirt, her long caramel hair loose around her shoulders.

But to Wade...she honestly looked like heaven on earth. The light to the darkness of his past life.

Wade grinned back at her, breathing hard, his heart thudding in his chest.

Just seeing her like this again, after these past weeks.

He knew what he wanted to do. 

But before the merc could even make a move, Missy had smiled widely and pounced on him...

...pulling him by his neck down to her, and pressing her lips to his.

Wade froze for a moment, caught like a rabbit in the headlights, before him arms soon snaked around her waist, tugging her body swiftly into him.

He felt her smile  into his mouth as he moved his lips against hers, heat rising within him.

He gripped her thighs and lifted her into his arms as she gave a laugh, pulling away and staring down at him, her face a mere inch from his own.

She placed both hands to the sides of his face adoringly.

"Wow. Wade Wilson, lost for words," she uttered teasingly. "I never thought I'd see the day."

He raised a scarred eyebrow at her. "I think my mouth has more important things to be doing right now, than talking," he growled, kicking the door shut with his foot and carrying her over towards his bed.

She laughed again, the sound brightening his entire world.

Wade stared up at her adoringly.

He was lost for words.

Missy had gone from girl the hot-prego girl across the hallway, to the beautiful woman he wanted to spend every single second of his day with.

He dropped her down onto the mattress, coming to lean over her, his lips curving up into the widest smile.

Missy pressed a kiss to his mouth again before pulling away, her eyes travelling over his long, tanned face.

"Wade..." she started, blinking slowly, her hand on his cheek. "....I love you."

Wade paused, his chocolate eyes meeting hers, the smallest of frowns appearing between his brows.

"Well fucking Christ," he said shaking his head. "Took you long enough..."

And with that he leant forwards and pressing his forehead flush to hers.

"...because I have been fucking crazy in love with you for months now..." he continued with a grin. "I'm glad you've finally fucking caught up!"

And Missy just about had the chance to let out a small laugh, before Wade gave a possessive growl and pressed his lips to hers.

Missy slid the jacket from his shoulders as his fingers danced at the hem of her shirt...their lips parting just long enough for him to pull it up, over her head.

She grinned up at him, tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth.

"Well in that case, I think we've got to make up for a LOT of lost time, Mr Mercenary..." she murmured, as Wade gave a chuckle, before capturing her lips with his once again.