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Logan stares at the ceiling, his hands placed on his tummy. He checks on the digital clock on his nightstand and lets out a sigh, it was only 2 A.M. He was tempted to get out of bed and go to the kitchen and eat some Crofters but the cabinets were high from his reach.
He turns around and faces his sleeping husband. "Roman."He whispers as he lightly shook him. His husband didn't wake up so he did it again. He says, shaking Roman. "Ro, wake up.". Roman grumbles and looks at him groggily, "What is it, my dear?". "I'm hungry." Logan says softly. Roman nods in understanding and gets off the bed before helping his beloved husband up.
He tries to help Logan to the kitchen but the intellectual man insisted he didn't need his help.
"Can you reach for that jar of Crofters?"Logan asks as he pointed at the jar on the top shelf of the cabinet. Roman nods and grabs the jar then opens the lid before giving it to Logan. He queries, handing him a spoon. "Anything else?". "Do we have rice and pickles?".
Roman watched Logan eat rice and pickles with Crofters on it with utter disgust. It was disgusting, he wanted to gag at the sight of it. He didn't know what's up with Logan's cravings but some of them always made him want to puke. For example, pasta with lots of mayo and some Cheetos on it.
"Ro, try them. It's delicious."Logan offers a spoonful to Roman. The princely man shook his head, "No thank you.", almost gagging at the mixed smells of the food. When he denied his offer, Logan frowns a bit. Roman cursed to himself for making his husband sad. "W-wait. I'll try it."He stammered with a shaky smile. Logan's face brightens and hands the spoon to Roman. The princely man took it and looks at it hesitantly before eating it. Logan asks, his head tilted to the side. "How was it?". Roman raised a thumbs-up, "Delicious.". No, it was horrible. "Really? Well, why don't do you try more.".
Fuck, he was dead.