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Mornings were always Logan’s favorite part of the day—a close second was nighttime. In the mornings there was usually nothing to worry about, he could hold you for as long as he’d like with no interruptions.
Until Laura came along. Then Sierra. Then Rocky, your rescue pit bull.
And now, mornings usually meant a cramped bed, Rocky taking up the bottom half, curled up by Laura, and Sierra curled up between you and Logan.
Logan let out a slow exhale, staring at the ceiling. His arm was pinned under Sierra’s small body, her head tucked into your shoulder. Laura was sprawled out, one foot kicking into his ribs. And Rocky—damn dog—had taken up the whole bottom half of the bed, his body curled up against Laura’s legs.
This wasn’t what he had in mind when he woke up.
He turned his head slightly, watching you sleep. Peaceful. Comfortable. Completely unaware of the fact that he was being physically restrained by your children and a dog. His wife was right there, within arm’s reach, and yet completely inaccessible.
He sighed again, quieter this time.
Then Sierra shifted, rolling toward him in her sleep, and smacked him in the face with her tiny hand.
Logan groaned, running a hand down his face. That was it. Enough was enough.
He carefully peeled Sierra off his arm, settling her between you and Laura. She didn’t even stir. Then he scooted down, maneuvering around Rocky’s dead weight and slipping out of bed as quietly as possible.
You mumbled something in your sleep but didn’t wake. He reached over, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face.
Then, before you could stop him, he hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you out of bed.
"Logan," you yelped, barely catching yourself as he dragged you toward the door. "What are you—"
"Shh," he muttered, leading you out of the room and shutting the door behind him. "You’re mine for five minutes. That’s all I’m askin’."
You blinked at him, still groggy. "What?"
Logan huffed a quiet laugh, pulling you toward the couch. "Five minutes. Just me and you. No kids, no dog, no elbows in my ribs."
You let him drag you along, still trying to wake up. "You’re that desperate?"
"Yeah," he admitted without shame, settling onto the couch and pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close like he’d been deprived for days instead of just a few hours.
You sighed, resting your forehead against his. "You’re ridiculous."
"Maybe." His hands ran slowly up and down your back, warm and steady. "Ain't like I don’t love ‘em. But I’d like to wake up next to my wife at least once in a while, not buried under a pile of kids and a damn dog."
You snorted. "You’re the one who said Rocky could sleep in the bed when it storms."
"Didn’t mean every night," he grumbled, nuzzling into your neck. "And Sierra—she’s got her own bed, but no, she’s gotta be right in the middle. Laura’s got a whole room, but she still sneaks in."
"They love you."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he muttered, but you could hear the affection in his voice. He exhaled slowly, his grip tightening just a little. "Just wanted a minute with you."
You softened at that, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "You could’ve just woken me up earlier."
"Tried. You looked too peaceful," he admitted. "Didn’t have the heart to move you ‘til I got smacked in the face."
You grinned. "Sierra?"
"Who else?"
You laughed quietly, fingers brushing through his hair. "She’s got good aim."
"Real funny," he deadpanned, but his hold on you stayed firm, like he was soaking up every second.
You hummed, leaning into him. "Guess we’ll have to start locking the door, huh?"
"Already thought about it," he said. "If I don't, I'm never gettin’ you to myself again."
You smirked. "So dramatic."
"Call it whatever you want." He pressed a kiss to your temple, voice low. "You're mine first, remember that."
"Yeah?" You tilted your head, lips just brushing his. "You sure about that? Because I think Sierra might have something to say about it."
Logan groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch. "Gonna start fightin’ a five-year-old for my own wife. This is my life now."
You grinned. "Yep."
His hands slid lower, gripping your hips. "Lock the door tonight."
You bit back a laugh. "We’ll see."
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Though Logan couldn’t technically get drunk, let alone tipsy, your alcohol tolerance was much lower now that you had Sierra. Which meant that after a small glass of wine you felt like you were on the moon.
Logan locked the bedroom door with a quiet click, turning back to you with a smirk. "Not takin' any chances tonight."
You laughed, a little loopy from the wine as you flopped onto the bed. "How responsible of you."
He climbed in after you, hands already finding your waist as he pulled you close. "Not responsible—just tired of gettin’ cockblocked by my own kids."
You snorted, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You are dramatic."
He hummed, nuzzling into your neck. "Maybe. But I finally got you all to myself."
His lips brushed against your skin, slow and teasing, his hands sliding up your back. You sighed, relaxing into him, fingertips trailing through his hair.
"Y'know," you murmured, tilting your head to give him better access, "I think the wine's making me very agreeable."
Logan chuckled against your throat, his breath warm. "Yeah? That so?"
"Mhm." You grinned, pulling back just enough to look at him. "You should take advantage of that."
His grip tightened on your hips. "Oh, I plan to."
Logan kissed you, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. His hands slid under your shirt, fingertips trailing warm patterns against your skin. You sighed against his lips, pressing closer, feeling the familiar heat coil between you.
Then—
Click.
The unmistakable sound of the door unlocking.
Logan froze. So did you.
Before either of you could react, the door creaked open, and small footsteps padded into the room.
"Mommy? Daddy?" Sierra’s sleepy voice cut through the darkness.
Logan exhaled sharply through his nose, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder. You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. His grip on you loosened just enough for you to shift, tilting your head toward the door.
"Sierra, honey, what’s wrong?"
"Rocky took my blanket," she mumbled.
From the doorway, Rocky let out a soft huff, the kind of noise that said he wasn’t giving it back anytime soon.
Logan groaned quietly, rolling onto his back. "I locked that damn door."
"She’s five," you whispered, amused. "Locks mean nothing to her."
Sierra took a few steps closer, rubbing her eyes. "Can I sleep with you?"
You started to sit up, but Logan caught your wrist. "Nope. No way. Not tonight," he muttered under his breath, then turned his head toward Sierra. "You got your own bed, kid. Go back to it."
She pouted. "But Rocky—"
"—is a thief, I know," Logan grumbled. "Go grab another blanket."
Sierra huffed, clearly unimpressed with the suggestion. "But—"
"Laura," Logan called, already knowing his other kid was lurking.
A beat of silence, then—
"How’d you know?" Laura’s voice piped up from the hall.
Logan scrubbed a hand down his face. "Because I ain’t stupid."
Laura stepped into view, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face. "We were gonna see if we could sneak in without you noticing."
"Yeah, well, noticed," Logan muttered. "Not happening tonight."
Sierra’s bottom lip wobbled. "But—"
"Nope," Logan cut her off. "Go on. Back to bed, both of you."
Laura didn’t argue, but Sierra whined, "Daddy—"
Logan sighed, sitting up. "Sierra, sweetheart, I love ya, but me and your mom need some time alone."
You pressed your lips together to stifle a laugh. Wrong choice of words.
Laura snorted. "Gross."
Sierra frowned, still half-asleep. "Why?"
Logan sighed again, dragging a hand through his hair. "Because I said so."
Sierra huffed dramatically, turning on her heel. "Fine."
Laura grabbed her hand, leading her away. "Come on, before they start kissing again."
Sierra made a gagging noise, and just like that, the two of them were gone, the door closing behind them.
Logan leaned back against the pillows, eyes closed. "I’m puttin’ a deadbolt on that damn door."
You laughed, rolling onto your side to face him. "You’re really struggling, huh?"
"You have no idea," he muttered, tugging you back into his arms. His grip was firm, like he was making up for lost time. "Now, where were we?"
You smirked, brushing your lips against his. "I think Rocky was about to steal another blanket."
Logan groaned. "That dog’s lucky I love him."
"Yeah, yeah," you teased, threading your fingers through his hair. "Now, are you gonna keep talking, or…?"
He didn’t need to be told twice.