Eavesdropping: It's a Feral Thing

Wolverine was tinkering with his beat up hunk o' junk of a Jeep engine. God damn thing was making a hell of a clunk. Not at all becoming of a jeep he'd damn well drive. It was then he overheard the most terrifying sentence of his life.

"He's mah boyfriend, Mama."

Dropping the wrench on his foot, he cursed and slammed his head on the hood. Boyfriend! His little girl had a boyfriend? Like hell she did. His Anna was only five-years-old, for Christ sake.

"Oh, Sweetheart!" He heard his woman's voice climb with excitement. "What's his personality like? Do his parents have money, beautiful possessions and a large ten bedroom house?"

He scowled, wondering why his wife was encouraging this. No daughter of his was going to date until he was dead and buried. And that wouldn't be for a hell of a long time. No wait, that weren't a decent idea. How would he kill any good for nothing boys if he were six feet under?

"Ah don't know what ya goin' on 'bout."

Raven sighed. "Are his mama and daddy rich, Anna? Is their house nice?"

Logan listened to the voices in the kitchen with bated breath.

"His house is real small an' cold."

Maybe his 'rents are broke as shit? Logan thought to himself, feeling real bad for them. Must have been damn hard raising a kid in poverty. It wouldn't hurt to invite the family over here for a barbeque or something.

"I'll pay to have central heating put in," Raven replied, making Logan damn proud of his woman. She was the right sort, even if she hid it well. "Does he wear nice clothes?"

"He don't wear no clothes at all," Anna giggled. "Mah boyfriend likes tah be real naked."

Logan growled at that. What kind of parents let their kid run around bare like the day they were born? Especially in front of his mini southerner. He'd be having words with those damn irresponsible bastards.

"He's going to get sick running around naked in a cold house," his wife tutted.

Wolverine's daughter giggled again. "He ain't gonna get sick, Mama. He can get in mah bed with meh an' Ah'll make him real warm."

That was it, Logan had heard enough of this crap. His Anna-Marie weren't going to be starting anything this young. What was his wife thinking letting her talk like that?

Stalking out the garage, he bared his teeth and burst into the kitchen. "There ain't no boys allowed in your room or bed, Anna-Marie Logan!" He raised an unimpressed eyebrow when his woman smirked in amusement. "What's so funny?" he growled.

Anna scowled, eyes narrowing at her stupid daddy. "Yeah, there is!"

"There ain't," he snarled, ready to tear his hair. "Now who's this boyfriend of yours?"

The sulky girl held up her stuffed penguin, Cobain. "Ah love him loads, Daddy."

Logan's muscles relaxed instantly. "The toy? You were just talkin' about your penguin?" He glanced from his girl to his woman and felt like an idiot.

Raven wrapped her arms around her man. "I find this overprotective behaviour adorable, Wolverine," she teased, brushing her lips against his. "And don't worry, you can have a man-to-man talk with the penguin before bedtime."

"Very funny," Logan sighed, shaking his head.

"I thought so," she smirked, her lips going in for the kill.