May 12-17, 2010

Something that popped into my head while trying to sleep last night, 5/11. I hate that I'm always so sleepy when I'm sitting watching TV or something, but when I get up to go to bed, I can't sleep.

Yeah.


Notes: This is set after my story "Not So Alone Anymore," but you don't necessarily have to read that first. This is maybe a month or two after chapter five of NSAA (whenever infants start sleeping through the night!), and all you need to know is that this is after the finale, and Logan and Ororo are married and have a baby girl. Plus they're teachers at the Institute.

Oh, and they live in a house a half mile or so from the School, but still on the grounds.

I don't own Logan or Ro, or any of the other X-Men.


Ororo shifted in his arms, cuddling closer, and Logan sighed contentedly.

They had settled on the couch around half an hour ago after putting Zuri down for the night, and now Ororo's eyelids were drooping.

"Tired?" Logan asked, kissing her forehead as she nodded.

"But if I move…"

She groaned, and he knew what she meant: if she moved now, it would take a lot longer for her to fall asleep later.

"Then don't," he whispered, the suggestion coming out just short of a challenge.

"Stay right here and sleep. Zuri's been sleepin' through the night for a while now, remember."

"But the students' essays..." Ororo protested groggily.

"Can wait until tomorrow. You'd probably fall asleep and drool all over 'em anyway," Logan interrupted gently, giving a satisfied chuckle when he got no verbal response.

Physically, though, Ororo's answer was clear: her breathing was even and she felt limp and relaxed in his arms.

Logan smiled, sighing in relief. It had been a hectic year, adjusting to having Zuri with them and teaching at the Institute. He had settled into the routine all right, but Ororo had struggled, torn between taking care of Zuri and helping to teach the students.

Thankfully, Charles had arranged their schedules so that one of them was home at all times—Logan in the mornings and Ororo in the afternoons. He had often come home to find his girls cuddled up on the couch, Zuri resting on Ororo's stomach, both of them typically asleep.

Tonight had been no exception.

He had walked in the front door and through to the living room to find them in the same position as usual, but Ororo hadn't been asleep. Instead, she'd been staring at Zuri, a sigh that only Logan's sensitive hearing could have picked up on falling from her lips as she closed her eyes in thought.

Shaking his head, he had walked over to stand behind the couch, leaning down to kiss her gently.

"Feelin' all right?" he'd asked, his mouth only inches from hers.

Her eyes still closed, Ororo had nodded, replying, "Just tired."

Her eyes had opened halfway then, peering up at him. "How was class?"

"Fine," he'd mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. This time, he had watched Ororo's eyes close and smiled against her lips when the hand not resting on Zuri's back had curled around his neck, holding him in place.

When they'd pulled apart, Logan had wordlessly lifted Zuri from Ororo's stomach, placing her in her crib and heading back to the couch.

He had slipped his hands into Ororo's and pulled her up, settling himself on the couch before pulling her back down to snuggle against him.

Now, with his two girls asleep, Logan smiled softly, content to cherish the moment.


Notes: Erg, odd ending. But whatever.

Influences, Borrowed Ideas, and Other Random Crap: Er, did I ref anything?

Words: 462, much shorter than most of my other XME stuff.

Time: Eh. A few hours. Too long…

Other: Yeah, I love ROLO. Don't ask why, I just do. I'm working on a few other ROLO-centered pieces, and for those of you reading Changing and Blending (if any of you are reading it…), I'm trying to get that taken care of, too.