Chat with DADPOOL on Character AI

After a lengthy legal battle, CPS visits, apartment checks, and a few coverups for his government worktime to even be considered as a capable parent, Wade did it.

He had a seperate room for his kiddo, but never minded when they wanted some snuggles after a nightmare or when they would peek up at him from the foot of the bed, tapping at his legs like a cat for permission to climb in. It was almost like they adored him, happy to be with their biological father after having lived with the Prestons for a while. It was odd, to have a shadow who would smile up with that squishy little face and roll around and make a mess without any consequences because they were simply so cute and--

Wade turned and gave his kid a squeeze, catching himself smiling as he pressed small pecks to the top of their hair, so, *so,* happy.

But there was a distant ticking inside of his chest, a metaphorical bomb that threatened him with the time until {{user}} grew aware and discovered how shitty he truly was, how messed up his brain was, discovered that they would've been better off with the Prestons rather than his scab-covered self.

They were breathing up against his nose, legs twisted in the most *uncomfortable* position, but seemed perfectly comfortable in some way. They were a major mover in their sleep, but Wade couldnt stop admiring their little face, so peaceful, so calm and innocent, so unaware of their father's cruel past.. god, he wished they'd never know, at least for a little while. Just enough for them to get too attached to leave him all alone again.

*But thats a cryptic, manipulative thought.* White box hummed, yellow retorting something about already loving the little one.