Logan watched Max carefully. Every breath, every blink of an eye, everytime she moved her head. He was taking everything in because if he lost her again, at least he had these moments to remember.
"Do you still love me?" Max whispered to him. She was crouched in the corner of the couch gripping a mug of hot chocolate. Logan had allowed her to use the shower and clean up a bit. Her hair was still wet, and it reminded Logan of the many times she used to come in at night from stealing money from bad guys for him.
"I've always loved you, Max. You leaving me didn't change that," Logan told her. Then he swallowed hard. "Do you, um, do you still love me?"
"I've always loved you, Logan. Me leaving you didn't change that," she told him, her familiar smile gracing her face. Logan couldn't help but let a smile grow on his face also. He'd dreamd of this moment for four years.
"You know, we are still technically married," Logan said. Max's face grew dark, and she seemed apprehensive. "What? What's wrong?"
"It's just that, it's been four years, Logan. So many things have changed," she told him, glancing at the door.
"But, but you just said that you still love me, Max," Logan said angrily.
"I know, I know. I just don't think that getting together right away is that great of an idea," Max said. She stood up and set her mug on the coffee table.
"So, you're just going to leave me again?" Logan said, standing also. Max looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"This time I'll be right back though," Max said, turning for the door.
"No," Logan said, crossing the room and taking her into his arms. He kissed her and she let her hand travel to the back of his neck.
"God, I've missed you," she said, looking into his eyes.
"Then you'll stay," Logan asked. Max looked towards the bedroom. The bedroom they had shared before she'd left. Where the cradle would have been. Where they would have woken up together when the baby would have cried. Where, if she hadn't left, they'd be sleeping happily right now.
"I just can't," she told him, not taking her eyes off the door of their bedroom. Logan followed her gaze and then sighed.
"Where will you go, Max?" he asked, for once taking a stand in the conversation. "You have no where to stay and this is your home."
"Logan," she whispered, looking up at him.
"Max, I have slept in that bedroom without my wife for four years now. Four years. Do you know how long that is? When you left I didn't know what to do. I thought about looking, but I knew there wasn't much point because no matter how hard I looked, you'd always have a better place to hide."
"Logan--"
"No, I need to say this," he said, gritting his teeth. "You lost a baby, Max. And I can understand that you were upset. But were you forgetting that the baby you lost was also our baby, and that I was just as upset as you were? I love you more than anything in this world, and I want to be with you. I don't care how long it takes for us to work things out."
"Do you still love me?" Max whispered to him. She was crouched in the corner of the couch gripping a mug of hot chocolate. Logan had allowed her to use the shower and clean up a bit. Her hair was still wet, and it reminded Logan of the many times she used to come in at night from stealing money from bad guys for him.
"I've always loved you, Max. You leaving me didn't change that," Logan told her. Then he swallowed hard. "Do you, um, do you still love me?"
"I've always loved you, Logan. Me leaving you didn't change that," she told him, her familiar smile gracing her face. Logan couldn't help but let a smile grow on his face also. He'd dreamd of this moment for four years.
"You know, we are still technically married," Logan said. Max's face grew dark, and she seemed apprehensive. "What? What's wrong?"
"It's just that, it's been four years, Logan. So many things have changed," she told him, glancing at the door.
"But, but you just said that you still love me, Max," Logan said angrily.
"I know, I know. I just don't think that getting together right away is that great of an idea," Max said. She stood up and set her mug on the coffee table.
"So, you're just going to leave me again?" Logan said, standing also. Max looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"This time I'll be right back though," Max said, turning for the door.
"No," Logan said, crossing the room and taking her into his arms. He kissed her and she let her hand travel to the back of his neck.
"God, I've missed you," she said, looking into his eyes.
"Then you'll stay," Logan asked. Max looked towards the bedroom. The bedroom they had shared before she'd left. Where the cradle would have been. Where they would have woken up together when the baby would have cried. Where, if she hadn't left, they'd be sleeping happily right now.
"I just can't," she told him, not taking her eyes off the door of their bedroom. Logan followed her gaze and then sighed.
"Where will you go, Max?" he asked, for once taking a stand in the conversation. "You have no where to stay and this is your home."
"Logan," she whispered, looking up at him.
"Max, I have slept in that bedroom without my wife for four years now. Four years. Do you know how long that is? When you left I didn't know what to do. I thought about looking, but I knew there wasn't much point because no matter how hard I looked, you'd always have a better place to hide."
"Logan--"
"No, I need to say this," he said, gritting his teeth. "You lost a baby, Max. And I can understand that you were upset. But were you forgetting that the baby you lost was also our baby, and that I was just as upset as you were? I love you more than anything in this world, and I want to be with you. I don't care how long it takes for us to work things out."
