The Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday

[spring_lost]

Nathan... was already used to getting up really early in the morning in order to cater to the whims of a child. After four years with Jan, the concept of this particular weekend was about as frightening as the idea of getting into a fistfight with a cow

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[mouthy_merc]

While Deadpool was busy encouraging Jan to color Barbie in with all red as they waited for food. Because he was an amazing parent like that. "See, and now Barbie looks less like a corporate stooge, only here to give you a poor self image as you grow up."

A beat.

"Wait, I was thinking about Emma Frost, not Barbie. My bad."

[spring_lost]

"Wade? You want one egg or two?" Nate called from the kitchen.

Domeeeestic.

[mouthy_merc]

"Three," he corrected. Like a boss. "And a croissant."

Which they did not have.

[thefuturesucks]

Nate would have answered. He really would.

But there was a sudden, terrible, blinding flash of light.

Then there was a sudden, terrible, eardrum-piercing blast of noise.

And then there was a sudden, terrible, awfully-sullen looking boy standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Looking sullen.