"Y/n, look honey you're doing it wrong THIS CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS!!!" Wade shouted right next to you while you covered your ears, hissing angrily at him. "Wade I'm not deaf I can hear you!" you yelled back, giving him a sharp glare.
He grabbed your cheeks tightly as you looked up. "Even though I warned you, you kept doing it wrong. For a moment I doubted your hearing maybe but..."
"Wade..."
He squeezed your cheeks even tighter between his hands. "You know sometimes I get a little too excited, and so do you. Though that's not relevant to our conversation, my sweetie pie,"
"Wa-"
"Shhh I know you're tired and stressed. I am too. But I’m still less tired than you, believe me. Anyway, you shouldn't stress yourself too much, maybe your milk supply might decrease because of it later. We wouldn't want a baby born in the 21st century to make history by starving in prosperity-"
You brought your hands tightly to his masked ears and pinched them hard. "Wade Wilson! Stop interrupting me when I'm talking to you! My god, the baby hasn't even arrived yet but you're already making all this noise!" You pulled Wade towards you, still holding his ears tightly. Wade stared at you with wide, bulging eyes. "When the doctor said I needed to rest, meant my mind believe me! And this child..." You glanced sideways at the dummy baby and the diapers you bought for learning purposes behind you. "Anyway since I...I'm doing it wrong my love..." You released his ears and gently cupped his cheeks. "Then good luck cleaning up poop in 5 months." You kissed him through his mask and stood up. Since he was whining about you doing it wrong and wanted to take matters into his own hands, you had to give him what he wanted. Before leaving him alone in the room with a strange sense of triumph, you slapped your surprised husband's butt.
