Here's another request from hughjackmanluver, hope you enjoy!
Everyone was all on the dancefloor slow dancing with the newly weds Scott and Jean Summers. Well, everyone except you and your boyfriend of two years Logan Howlet, or as he calls himself: Wolverine. You knew that he doesn't dance, but you tried anyhow. "Logan, would you care to dance?" You asked him.
"No." He stated. "Please." You begged. "(y/n), you know I don't dance. So quit asking." He said. You sighed. "If you danced with me then we'll do whatever you want," You offered. He was quiet for awhile. Until he finally agreed and started dragging you towards the dancefloor. You were surprised at how good of a dancer he was. The others were amazed. How he held you close to him made you feel safe and secure in his arms. But he soon let go. You looked at him but felt as if you were going to cry when he bent down on one knee and held out the ring you've been having your sights on before the two of you became a couple. "(y/n) (y/ln), will you marry me?" He asked. The tears finally came down. "Yes." You said. Logan slid the ring through your finger and stood up to kiss you passionately. Just like during your actual wedding day.
Everyone was happy for you. And soon enough, the two of you had your own kids whom were both girls that you named (d/n) and (d/n). You and Logan couldn't have been happier.
