So here it is, first of the four endings... & fluffy all the way. :D

Most of the apartment is dark, but the soft blue light of the computer monitors is spilling down the hall and she smiles, tiptoeing through dining and living room and stopping in the doorway, her eyes resting on Logan's hunched form, still at it even at this hour.

She's filled with breathy anticipation, and can't even attempt cocky banter right now; she can't think of anything else to say except his name, her voice shaky and husky, but audible enough in the midnight silence.

Logan goes still, then turns around slowly and she steps out from the shadows and into the pale circle of light surrounding him.

''Hey'', she says, her eyes widening in awe as it finally registers that he's really just two feet away from her. She's almost afraid to believe it's real, that he's alive and not any worse for wear then the last time she saw him.

''Hey yourself'', he says automatically, and she smiles, stepping even closer. He just stares up at her in amazement, and when he reaches for her hand it looks like he's doing it to convince himself that she's really standing in front of him.

They never held hands before, but their fingers move in a perfectly synchronized dance, entwining together as their eyes remain locked. When he finally smiles, Max thinks it's the most beautiful thing in the world. Tears of joy spring to her eyes and she blinks a few times to keep them at bay, but Logan still notices.

''Don't get all mushy on me now that you're finally back'', he teases and Max laughs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips before she gives herself time to overthink.

He kisses her back, and she finally knows what coming home feels like.

She's thankful that he doesn't ask where she'd been and why she never called, thankful that he he doesn't let go of her hand when he asks her if she's hungry.

She watches him prepare her a snack in the dimly lit kitchen and for the first time in her life feels like she belongs.

They snuggle up on the couch as soon as she's done eating and she loses herself in Logan's scent, in Logan's arms, in his kisses.

Now that she's with him like this, she feels that it was all worth it; the pain of being apart, the uncertainty of the miles and countries between them.

All he's gotta do is say her name and nine months just melt away.

She hopes that she'll never have to leave him again, because this time, she'd know what she would be missing being away from him.

She notices how tired he is and keeps pestering him to to bed until he agrees, but only on the condition that she goes with him. He even promises to keep his hands to himself, and she doesn't tell him that it's the last thing she wants.

After she takes a quick shower, not even hot water making her stay away form him longer than it's absolutely necessary, she emerges from the bathroom clad only in her slightly stretched boxers and black sports bra, feeling tingly at the prospect of sharing the bed with the man of her dreams. The look he's giving her doesn't help her relax at all, even though she knows it's too early for anything physical, and that they're both exhausted.

There's gonna be plenty of time in the future, but she still blushes fiercely at her thoughts.

She tiptoes across the room and climbs in next to him, nestling around a bit before settling into his open arms. His bed is the most comfortable in the whole world and she sighs with content, wiggling closer to him and finding a perfect position. Her bare leg slides between his and she rests her head against his shoulder, her arm wrapping around his waist.

She's not gonna let him go anytime soon.

''If I knew your bed was this comfortable, I wouldn't be agreeing on sleeping in the guest bedroom all those times'', she tells him, her tone teasing, and he smiles faintly, his arms tightening around her for a moment.

''If I knew how good it felt to have you in my bed, I'd offer you to sleep with me a long time ago'', he replays and colors when he realizes what he just said.

''Is that right, Mr. Cale?'' Max giggles and he rolls his eyes.

''You know what I meant.''

''Yeah, but it's fun grilling you a little when you're so damn polite all the time'', she tells him, snuggling closer. It appears nothing is close enough. She closes her eyes, knowing that she's just moments from falling asleep, and she needs to tell him one more thing before she does.

''Logan?''

''Hmm?''

''Tomorrow, when you wake up, don't go anywhere, okay? Wait for me'', she tells him, her voice hushed, soft.

''Always'', he whispers against her ear and presses a kiss on her forehead.

She believes him and drifts off to untroubled sleep.

It's the middle of the morning when she wakes up, and she's a little woozy from sleeping so long. She opens her eyes and the haze instantly clears when she sees Logan looking at her with the gentlest of expressions on his handsome face. His smile is tugging on her heartstrings and she feels slightly overwhelmed because it's impossible not to think about the time they were apart now that he's here, holding her and looking at her like she's his whole world.

The truth is that he's hers, and what hurts the most is the knowledge that she'd never let herself cross that fine line between them if it wasn't for their forced separation.

''Hey'', she breathes, feeling her eyes watering and averting her gaze from him, telling herself that she's not gonna cry, that everything's okay now and she won't have to leave him again.

''Shhh'', he murmurs and pulls her closer to him, the gentleness of his actions making the tears spill down her cheeks silently, but she smiles because she knows deep down inside that from now on everything's gonna be okay.

Logan wipes away her tears and kisses her, one arm around her waist shifting her on top of him. Max feels a tiny pang of disappointment, like she just lost a secret, but then he looks at her with a wide smile and she shakes the melancholy and sadness away; it all starts now.

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