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Logan still wasn’t used to this. The quiet, peaceful mornings that happened when he woke up and you were still in arms. You were still asleep, lips parted slightly, a stress-free face, and your warmth radiating off of you. A small part of Logan believed you would disappear one day because you would figure out that you were too good for him, but you never did. Logan was always thankful that you continually stuck with him. He needed to show you that he appreciated it.
Logan’s face nuzzled into your head. He inhaled deeply, enjoying your scent, before kissing your head and pulling away. You let out a moan, your body following his.
“Logan?” You rasped, still half asleep and not bothering to open your eyes.
He softly shushed you. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he whispered. He kissed your head again as he gently pushed you back into the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back. Sleep.”
You whined but slipped back to sleep. Logan smiled softly, staring at you for a few more moments before getting out of bed. He pulled on some sweatpants and headed to the kitchen. He was going to make you breakfast and bring it to you in bed. It was the least he could do for you. Unfortunately, his vision of a perfect breakfast in bed wasn’t going as planned. Most of the fruit you had was rotten; he had to remake the pancake batter twice now, and currently, the pancakes on the stove were burning.
“Shit,” he muttered, trying got stop the flames from spreading.
When the flames suddenly disappeared, Logan spun around. There you were, standing in the doorway with a smirk. Any other time, he would be checking out how you were only wearing his flannel, but right now, the only thing on his mind was the ruined breakfast.
“So this is what you left me in bed alone for?” You teased.
“You aren’t supposed to be out here,” he responded with a slight whine, coming over to you. “Go back to bed.” He turned you around and began guiding you back to the bedroom.
“But I can help. It looks like you might need it.”
“Nope.” He easily picked you up, causing you to let out a squeal. “You’re going back to bed.”
“But—“
“Nope.” He gently dropped you down on the bed and leaned over you, pinning you to the bed. “Don’t move.”
“But I’m not tired.“
“Don’t care. Don’t move.”
“Or what?”
“You don’t want to know, sweetheart.”
“Maybe I do.”
Logan sighed, head falling to your shoulder. "Please, sweetheart… let me do this.”
You could tell that this breakfast meant a lot to him. You carded your hands through his hair for a moment, allowing him to relax. “Okay,” you whispered. “But if I smell smoke again, I’m coming out before you burn down the house.”
“Deal.” He pulled back enough to peck your lips. “I won’t be much longer.”
Logan gave you another brief kiss before hurrying from the room. He needed to finish what he set out to do. Once the breakfast was finally finished and placed on a tray, he went out and used his claws to cut some flowers. He placed them neatly on the tray before heading back to the bedroom. You were still on the bed, sitting up and reading a book. You put it down as soon as he entered. Logan knelt on the bed and placed the tray over your lap.
“Thanks, babe,” you smiled at him. “Care to tell me what all this is for?”
“Can’t I do something to show how much you mean to me?” He responded, kissing your cheek.
“It’s wonderful, Logan, thank you.” You reached over and pulled him in for a kiss. "I love you.”
“I love you more, sweetheart.”