AN: Thanks for the awesome reviews everyone! I'm not exactly sure where I want to take this fic. I think that it might be cool to write each chapter as a little one-shot. It will still be chronological, but it could be that one day has passed since the last chapter or weeks or months have passed. It will be like little snippets of their lives at random points. We'll see how it goes! Anyway here's chapter two! ***The format may be very off, as I have uploaded I from my phone. Sorry!

Storm awoke with the slow rise of the sun as she usually did, but today she felt different. She felt light, and happy. She almost forgot the feeling. She was getting used to being content.

After bathing and getting changed, she headed down the main staircase towards the kitchen, and noticed how empty the house was. She would never get used to the students leaving for holidays. What was she to do for a whole week while the children were out? She found solace in her work. Teaching, training, and advising her students were what brought the most joy to Storm.

Her thoughts came to a halt when she came to the kitchen doorway. She saw Wolverine in front of the stove cooking. And whatever it was, it smelled delicious. For some reason, she assumed he would be out today. During vacation weeks, most of the professors and older staff would go out to the town or travel a bit, while a guard on duty would stay at the Institute. Usually there was a morning guard and an afternoon guard, to help lighten the load. Storm volunteered a week earlier to be morning guard, before she knew Wolverine would be here. But here he was, in the kitchen, like he never left. She could watch him for days.

"Don't just stand around darlin'. Come here and start crackin' eggs."
She smiled slightly and walked slowly towards him. It wasn't fair that he knew when she was around by his heightened senses. She had to really concentrate to hear when he was near.

"Good morning, Logan."

"Morning."

She looked over at him and could see that he was thinking about something, but she wasn't sure if she should asked. Instead she asked how many eggs she should crack.

"I'll take three, and you make how ever many you'd like."

"There is no one else in the house?" she asked. She was still surprised that he was here at all today.

"Not that I know of. Just you and me darlin'." He looked over to where she was standing at the counter and gave her a wink. "I told Beast that I would take his afternoon guard duty today so that he could have a whole day off. I had to give him tickets to a new museum exhibit for him to leave the house. Damn nerd."

She ignored the comment, trying not to laugh, raised an eyebrow and looked him. "So you are cooking for the two of us , then?"

"Guess so. Hand over the eggs."

She walked over to the stove, bowl in hand, and gave him a kiss on the cheek before she set the bowl down and walked off to set the table.
He hated that as rough as he was, she was able to soften him up and send him to his knees without saying a word.

She sat down at the table that she already set. She was perfectly fine watching him from there as he put his finishes touches on the breakfast. She admired every movement, and soaked the moment in. Besides, how many people could say that the Wolverine made them breakfast?
Finally, he started placing food on the table before placing himself at the table. He made bacon, sausage, and ham, which she assumed was for himself, since he knew she was a vegetarian. After a minute or two he also placed tomato, spinach, and mushroom omelets, hash browns, and maple-apple muffins on the table. She was impressed...and hungry. They made their plates and he waited for her to take the first bite. His gaze was intense and he hoped that she enjoyed it. And after hearing an audible moan he knew she did.

"Logan, this is absolutely incredible. Where did you learn to cook this way?"
He shrugged and started eating.

"I'm really really old," he said with a mouth full of food. "I've had lots of time to experiment."
She nodded and smiled.
was full by her second plate, his fourth. Folding up the napkin that was on her lap, she thanked him and headed out to make her rounds.
Logan frowned.

"'Ro, you're not gonna do dishes with me? That's just cold-blooded."
She turned around and smiled gently.

"I will let you do the dishes this morning. But if you meet me in the Sparring Room, we can see who will be doing the dishes tonight."
"Sounds like a deal. I'll make sure to leave a lot of dishes for you tonight darlin'.