I'm somehow alive. I guess. Have 2 one-shots. theyre divided by a line. sorry its short. And YEAH I'm still on Logan and Alex. I don't care have fun reading lol

The rain falls onto their roof and Logan snores, oddly peaceful. Alex is awake. And normally it's the opposite- but this time she's awake and he's sleeping.

She turns around and stares at him sleeping, scared that if she does as much as breathe, he wakes up and panics. But today he looks at peace. She doesn't even want to move. Instead, she listens to the rain and watches his chest rise and fall, as if it'd stopped moving.

She laughs to herself, thinking about how weird it is to look at him this calm. Logan might be quiet, but he fidgets, mutters and stresses, even when he sleeps. And what she finds the funniest might be the fact that Logan's always on guard, always ready for someone to slit his damn throat. She remembers all the times she's seen him coldly assassinate a person of interest, or take a life without a hint of regret, and she actually snorts out loud when looks at him. She remembers the hundred of times she's seen him beaten down, bloodied, broken and near death and now she looks at him, sleeping there.

She thinks life is fucking weird and smiles. And then her brain comes up with the funniest sentence ever. Oh god. I'm sleeping with a hitman.

It's not technically wrong. He did try to kill her once. She thinks of this over in her head, eyes blinking to sleep slowly, until she hears a thunder crashing down.

Immediately her eyes open, and damn she's fucking awake. Alex isn't scared of thunder. Alex isn't scared of anything, actually. The number of times she's said she was scared was probably lower than five. But as any veteran would, she was slightly afraid by thunder. It was more of a "fucking hell there's a war in my goddamn apartment" thought.

Another thunder roars and her eyes move up to Logan, who's still sleeping. She's slightly scared he wakes up and starts panicking, knowing how much he hates thunder. He wears a frown and he doesn't look so peaceful anymore. More closed off, protective. Alex decides to get up and close the blinds, knowing lightning might come soon.

"Where you goin'?"

Oh god he's slurring his words. Logan sleep talks, sometimes- a lot. She ends up ignoring his comment and sits back down in bed, noticing- Oh he's awake um-

"I thought you were sleep talking," she mumbles and lays back down.

He shakes his head and mutters something about the thunder, while pulling her closer.

"Are you scared of thunder?" she asks and there's a slight hesitation- because she knows she should know the answer. He probably told her once. But her memory fails her in the moment.

"Lil' bit. It's gotten worse since...You know," he stops and she understands without having him go on. He puts his chin on her head and she hums, drumming her fingers on his ribs. She can feel him smirk.

"You can tell me if you-"

"I know," he reads her mind mid-sentence and shushes her quietly, "You don't scare me."

She laughs at how weirdly that sounded- because of course he isn't scared of her. What kind of husband gets scared of their wife?

"I know you know your boundaries. S'what I meant."

"If I ever overstep them," Alex removes her hands, in an obvious day, as to prove a point. "You can always slap me outta it."

"That's abuse," he states rather coldly and Alex swears sometimes he doesn't fucking understand her jokes. Until she raises a brow at him and he cracks, laughing slightly.

"Alright smartass, please let your abused wife sleep," she says and he snorts, grabbing her waist.

"Mhm, fucking fall into a slumber before I knock you out."

She presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth and ducks her head down again.

"Goodnight-" Before Logan can finish his sentence, thunder cuts him off, as if it did it just to fucking offend him.

"Oh, fuck me," He mutters.

"It's three chill your damn hormones."

And Alex can physically feel him roll his eyes.

"You know what we should do?"

It's dark, really dark outside and they're standing outside. Although Logan really hates water, his eyes are trained on the waves infront of them.

"There's not much to do on a boat, babe," Alex hummed and heard Logan snort and kick her shin.

"I'm not talking about right now. Like in the long run."

"Yeah, yeah," Alex rolled her eyes and leaned over the railing, "if we get out fuckin' alive."

"Since when were you pessimistic?"

She shrugged and turned her attention to him, noticing his eyes didn't stray from the water.

"Are you still scared of water-"

"I think we should get married," Logan crossed his arms and bent over the fence, one feet up its bars, "When all of this is done, I mean."

Alex stared in utter disbelief at him, coming back to reality only when she heard her name.

"Sorry- this is probably too much out of nowhere, I should've-" He mumbled and swore under his breath saying something about how he's a dumbass- wait, no, that's not-

"No! I mean- Yes! But no this isn't- You get what the fuck I mean, God," she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, using her other hand to pat Logan's shoulder. "Right?"

"Right- Wait, fuck, was that...A yes?"

Both of them looked at each other for a moment, taking in how fucking stupid the situation looked. Logan snorted and let his head fall on the railing, while Alex laughed her heart out.

"You want a redo?" Alex whispered between laughs, hand on her mouth.

"Fuckin' hell- Yeah, please Lord," He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, a bit nervous but still dying of laughter wow what was that bullshit.

"Okay, okay. Let me re explain. I said I wanted us to consider the possibility-"

"Speak English!" Alex cut him off, slapping his arm.

"Damn fuck, don't make me change my mind- I was saying I'd want us to get married when this bullshit settles down and we can feel safe. Together."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. Am I supposed to say yes I do or like-"

Logan put his hand over her mouth and smiled.

"You know what. That's all I needed to hear."