[Comprehensive British and American] The predecessors are missing one

I forgot to tell Wade that tomorrow everyone—I mean, yes, everyone—will be visiting me at our house because I threw up almost all night and was sick until bedtime.I really want to ask Gaia and Poseidon, what kind of physique they gave me, who has heard of the goddess morning sickness? !I'm still fucking a Titan, from the same family as Thanos!

This caused Wade to be startled when he got out of bed the next morning to answer the door.Presumably his nakedness also frightened the people outside the door.In fact, he should have been terrified from the night before because I was super difficult to deal with, and it was super difficult to sleep, but he still treated me with unprecedented patience and love, not sure if it was because of my pregnancy. Brings so much joy.hope so.

I really don't know why I can be so miserable in early pregnancy.I can't imagine what my life will be like in the middle and late stages of pregnancy.At this time, Harry made a wise decision to fire me. How can I go to work with this appearance?I need a long vacation, but also a salary.

Someone rang the doorbell early the next morning.I didn't wake up and didn't want to wake up.Half asleep, I heard Hermione screaming outside, shouting at Peter, and Raven cursing.Then came the footsteps of a group of people walking into our house, with someone reminding them to turn down the volume.I turned over and decided to continue sleeping.

I didn't wake up until about noon.When I opened my eyes, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, Hermione was helping her, and Peter and Wade were working on the structure of the crib.

I sat up quietly, and suddenly felt like I had traveled to a parallel time and space.The years are quiet and good, and everything has to make people feel unreal.

Just when my mother turned around, she saw me sitting on the bed in a daze. "Some people don't wake up until noon," she said, and the others looked over.Wade got up immediately and walked over to our bed.

"Honey, are you okay?"

I nod.Wade hugged me and kissed me.

"Hey, good afternoon." Hermione greeted me with a smile.

"Good afternoon. I'm sorry I didn't greet you, I was throwing up last night."

"It's okay, you need to rest more." Peter said, watching my face carefully, "Wade told us how miserable last night was. Why did you vomit so badly? Hermione was pregnant and everything was normal."

Wade pours me water.I took it and rolled my eyes while drinking water.

"She's probably allergic to fishy smells." Hermione explained, and glanced at me. "At the beginning, I was too, and I really hated seafood. It's just that I didn't vomit, I just had a headache."

"In this world, there are two types of pregnant women. Those who never vomit, and those who vomit all the time." I laughed at myself, "Obviously I belong to the latter. Where's Raven?"

"She went shopping with Percy and Annabeth. We have prepared a lot of things for you. Get up and have a look."

I have to say that having two mothers with production experience by my side really helped me a lot.Needless to say, my mother, Hermione just gave birth, and she still remembers a lot of things. The only bad thing is that she brought me a bunch of potions and asked me to drink them up. .

Only Harry didn't come to visit me.

"Is he still angry?"

I approached Peter privately to discuss this, after we had finished eating.Wade and I rented a small apartment, with all the space open up, and only kitchen cabinets, wardrobes, and bookcases were used as partitions, a typical mid-priced suite in Manhattan.Due to the privacy of the conversation, I grabbed Peter to the small space between the balcony and the bookcase, where Wade had placed two sofas.

Peter looked at me, slumped his shoulders, and smiled wryly, "You know, Harry can be angry for a while. You really made him sad."

I frowned and folded my arms around my chest. "Why? Among my friends, I was the first to tell him about it."

Peter tilted his head, scratching his hair, thinking. "Um, I don't know. I'm not Harry, and we usually think very differently about your matters..."

"Is it because it was too sudden? I was scared too."

"Probably not?"

"what is that?"

I frowned and leaned back against the French windows. "I don't understand. This is my life, why does he have so many opinions. Why did I mess with him when I was pregnant and married?"

Peter laughed dryly, tilted his head, and after thinking for a while, he said, "It should be because...the way these things happened was so different from the way he hoped."

I stared at Peter puzzled.

"He wants you to be good." Peter explained, gesticulating and emphatically, "I mean, really good kind. He has a little bit of control over people he values."

"Are you sure?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Haha... if you understand what I mean."

"But he doesn't object to me and you? When we liked each other, he was not very happy and agreed."

Peter shrugged and spread his hands. "So I said, things are not going the way he wants. You are not his friend, you are like his sister." After a pause, he curled his lips and said, "Although I think he is just afraid of you getting married When you get pregnant and have a baby, you fade out of our circle and into family life, and your friendships fade away. Of course he’s afraid of you going straight into the next phase of his life that he can’t immediately go into, or even want to go into.”

After Peter finished speaking, he returned to the living room and kitchen.They were playing a board game, and Raven won, standing and dancing on the table with champagne.Percy filmed the scene, and Annabeth and Hermione laughed together.Wade was devastated after losing, and my mother stood in the kitchen, holding on to the edge of the counter and shaking her head.

If this is a parallel world, then I will never go back.I like this world.

Hermione was right.I'm allergic to fishy smells, especially blood.

As long as the smell of blood appears, I can vomit in darkness; if there is no smell of blood, then it is very good, the world is peaceful and the world is peaceful.

Since then, our family has only cooked food, and meat is limited to white meat.It is strictly forbidden for Wade to go home with blood and wounds.It doesn't matter whose blood it is.

After my family and friends, gifts from all walks of life came one after another.Times are changing, and the ancient gods in Greek mythology are also changing. Many people run second businesses on the earth, such as express delivery, multinational companies, and cosmetics sellers.The gifts delivered to our home range from baby strollers and baby shoes to pregnancy creams for pregnant women.There are so many things that our family can hardly let them go.

Wade joked that this was a tribute from the foreign countries.I quite agree.

"Should we change houses?"

That night, I asked Wade.In the third month of pregnancy, my lower abdomen is slightly swollen, which is not obvious, but it is enough to remind me that I am pregnant.

I was sitting on the bed reading a magazine, when I suddenly had an idea for a home, I raised my voice and asked Wade in the bathroom who was taking a shower.

"House? Okay, when will you see it?"

Wade's voice came from the bathroom.It feels like he's busy with something.

"Let me arrange it," I thought to myself.Changing the house is to consider the economy. Since I lost my job, my family's expenses have been relying on Wade's income.Only then did I realize that Wade can make a lot of weird income.Helping others is just the basics. He started boxing underground a while ago and never lost.

I don't know when Harry will be willing to forgive me.In this way, it is very difficult for me to ask him to be the godfather of my child. If he refuses to answer my calls or see me, how can I tell him the news?

I flipped through the magazine, absentmindedly.Hearing Wade come out but didn't look up, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wade walking in the direction of the stereo.

"Don't play too loud music," I reminded him, "that will make both me and the baby cranky."

"There are two types of pregnant women in the world—those who are happy and calm, and those who are depressed during pregnancy." Wade joked, imitating my sentences.

I glanced at him and noticed that he was wearing no pants and his ass was sticking out.Um…………

A feeling of nausea welled up.I rubbed my abdomen and sighed, well, someone is reminding me not to act rashly.I see.

Wade turned on the stereo.The radio is playing Maroon5's Suger.I couldn't help laughing when Wade walked towards me with funny dance steps and humming.

Wade tilted his head, performed a weird slide, stopped next to me, and swayed his body.

"...sweetheart, I want you, would you come to me and give me love? I want red velvet cake*, I want that icing sugar, don't let anyone touch it, unless it's me , I want to be your man, this matter is non-negotiable."

After singing here, Wade stopped.I still looked at him with a smile, watching him slowly kneel down on one knee during the narration of the radio host.

I frowned in confusion, not quite sure what was about to happen.

The radio anchor used songs as the background and said with a smile.

"...We have a special on-demand request today.This Mr. Deadpool from Canada wants to propose to his favorite woman.My assistant told me he came in with a gun and a knife and told us to do everything... I gotta say, it was scary.Hey Mr. Deadpool, I'm not sure you made it, but I gotta say, for something so interesting, I'd love to be a part of it.Dude, you don't need to threaten us at all! 』

My eyes widened in surprise.

While I was watching, Wade took out a silver ring.

"I haven't done it yet," Wade said, feeling a little nervous. "I mean, we're married, but I'm skipping the proposal."

I picked up the ring, not thinking about it.

"I thought... I thought that's the way we got married." I muttered, moved and wanted to laugh, "You still threaten the radio anchor? Ask them to cooperate with you?"

"That's just a suggestion." Wade clarified, "They're the ones who are terrified."

I laughed. "My dear, you go in with a knife and a gun, of course they are terrified." After a pause, I asked curiously, "But...why did you suddenly think of doing this?"

"Well, that's it." Wade nodded, "I want to find a way to show the world, let everyone know that you belong to me, and I belong to you." He said, showing a dramatic expression , "So I asked some seniors, such as Iron Man, such as Captain America..."

Oh... I seem to understand how this retro and super high-profile method came about.Seriously, who else uses the radio to propose marriage these days.So old school.

"I want to do these things. I want to see you happy." Wade continued, staring at me, his expression gradually softened, "I want to protect you, I want to follow you forever Go. You make me who I am, you make me crazy and you make me cool. And I just want to tell you that I will love you, our unborn child, and I will protect you forever, until the day Marvel dies One day. I'm not one to make promises about the future, and that's the only thing I can promise you."

I looked at Wade, my heart was full of tenderness, my thoughts were spinning.

"Did you know? Honey." I brought Vedra over, hugged his waist, and looked up at him, "I was very scared at first."

Wade was a little taken aback.His expression stopped on his face.

"what?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of getting married, it's that I'm afraid of getting pregnant. I don't have confidence in myself. Every day I have to remind myself that I am pregnant, otherwise I will do many things that forget that I am pregnant. I may even have problems taking care of myself. I don't Knowing how to cook, getting used to being around people, still having many problems, not being educated, having no confidence in modern society, and not knowing where the future of the earth is, this child is more likely to cause political problems.”

As I said, I reached out and stroked Wade's face, "You gave me confidence."

Oddly enough, at first I was skeptical of Wade's fatherhood.

Wade was staring at me.He sat down beside me and took the ring.I spread my palm and let him put the ring on my ring finger.It's just an ordinary silver ring, but I love it.

"I'm scared, too," Wade said, not in a calm, overly cheerful tone. "You don't know how scared I am of you getting pregnant. I'm afraid you're dead."

I frowned and smiled. "There should be less cases of dystocia and death these days."

Wade didn't explain.He held the back of my head and kissed me, forehead against mine.

"But I'm still looking forward to the birth of our eldest daughter. Because that's our baby."

I smiled and nodded slightly, "Yeah. Now I am too."

We interlock our fingers and close our eyes.

"Just remember, no matter how many things happen in the future, I will not leave you."

"Your Majesty, I belong to you. I will always be your mercenary."

──Eli.after. ──

In fact, the story is almost over here.At least, that's the case here with me and Wade.

That doesn't mean we won't keep living.It's just, that's our own story, right?

Oh, two things to mention.I got married with Harry, before I gave birth.I talked a lot with Harry that night, about the future, about the past.I didn't mention the story of how Harry and I became friends, did I?

Never mind, those are not too important now.Like Peter said, Harry considered me family, probably because I was the only friend of the opposite sex who was always open, loyal, and pure from high school to college.

… My personal interpretation of this part is that the six-year-old Harry inside Harry sees me as his inseparable teddy bear.

Harry's feeling about my marriage was that something important to him had been taken away from him—see, I'll say, he thought of me as a bear.He thought for a long time and decided to make friends with me.I also tried to make him understand that marriage and children wouldn't change my friendship with him, and asked him to be my oldest daughter's godfather.

another thing.Wade is right, she is really a daughter!We named the child Doris as he wished.She is a cute baby with curly brown hair and big cocoa eyes, more like her dad.

We had a make-up wedding, and Captain America helped to witness the marriage.I heard that the original captain rejected Wade because Wade went to invite Doctor Strange first.I don't know why the captain changed his mind later.I like how it turned out.

The second child has not yet reported.Wade insisted that if we had to have another child besides Doris, it would have to be an even number, two or four, but no number like three.I don't quite understand his persistence... But did I say that I would give him another one?He thinks too much.

The day I became CEO of Osborne Enterprises West Coast, there was a ribbon-cutting ceremony.With Wade present, it was rare to see him in a suit.This is really strange.

I mentioned my husband on the thank you list.Didn't say he was Deadpool.But most people know that my spouse is Deadpool.It's no secret.

After the party, Wade took me home.We kiss before entering.

Suddenly I taste a little blood.The familiar, sickening smell of blood.

I narrowed my eyes and immediately pushed Wade away.

"Eli? What's wrong?"

I stared at Wade, "Why does it smell like blood?"

Wade touched his own lips, "I went to punch Wolverine a few days ago, and he punched me back a few times, in the face... Ellie?"

I didn't listen to him finish, covered my mouth and ran to the trash can by the steps in front of the door, vomited.

Wade followed nervously. "Eli, sweetheart, what's wrong with you?!"

I held onto the edge of the railing, and many thoughts flashed through my mind.

Drinking on an empty stomach?NO, I have not.Gastrointestinal disorders?No, neither have I.food allergy?No, neither does this.Overeating?No, of course not.

The key lies in the smell of blood.

I wiped my mouth with a tissue, turned my head, widened my eyes, and looked at Wade.

──No, yes, right!

The author has something to say:

*Not responsible for translation time:

There have been more than N versions of this song, and the passage I picked happens to have more than N interpretations.The one that is more prone to problems should be redvelvet. Redvelvet is red velvet, there is a kind of cake called red velvet, the most common one is cup cake.Go to the cupcake shop and basically have this one. BTW this one is my favorite.

The reason why I introduce these is because, sometimes, whether it is in books or movies or in daily life, some men will use small cakes to nickname women... well, with certain body parts of women.This title can be sweet or offensive because it has a hint of it.

According to the inertia of Maroon5's past lyrics, I reasonably suspect that the redvelvet here should refer to the cake, and use this cake to describe the girl he likes.

The redvelvet is really tasty. (digress

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It's finished today, so it took a lot of time, so I'm only updating now

Next up is Barry.Not sure if there will be side stories of other things.depend on mood.