Disclaimer: See chapter One.
Warning: Have not been beta read.
AN: After awhile of not writing any of this drabbles, it suddenly dawns on me that I have been feeling the lack of Cogan. With SIU gone, and most people moving on from this fandom the fire is dimming. But I'm not anywhere near to be done with this, so I'm officially open to prompts. It can be anything, a word, a line, a song, a color, anything you can think up! I'm looking forward to all of your prompts!
Home
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Trying his best not to make any noise as he came inside the room, Logan took a moment to observe his sleeping wife. She was sprawled on the bed, her wild red hair barely restrained in a bun that had come partially undone as she slept. She was using his pillow, he noted with a grimace, drooling on it as well. Hers, he saw his heart swelling with emotion, was being used by their three years old son.
It didn't surprise Logan to find L.J. spending the night with his mother instead of being on his race car bed, anymore that it surprise him that she let the light of the lamp on. His wife hated the dark almost as much as hated sleeping alone. Not that he could blame her. He hated sleeping alone too even if she kicked him a lot while asleep.
"Logan." She said through a yawn, raising slightly in the bed until she was sitting up, her eyes half close. "You are home early."
"Caught an early flight. Though I shouldn't have bother. Two days gone and you already replace me."
For a moment she was confused but she followed Logan's gaze towards the sleeping shape of their son, and she grinned. "Well, he smells better than you." Her smile widened when Logan scowled.
"Thanks." he said dryly.
CeCe smiled charmingly and reached towards her husband, clasping her dainty hand on his. "How was your trip? Did you bring me any present?"
He rolled his eyes at that. Sometimes, CeCe was as mature as their son. "Maybe. You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out." He let out a chuckle, when she pouted.
"You are mean," She sighed exasperatedly, then stood up from the bed. "Come on, help me take LJ to his room." She turned to pick up their son, but Logan stopped her.
"Leave him there." He said softly, wrapping his arms around the form of his pajama clad wife.
Practically melting against Logan's chest, CeCe rested her hands on top of his arm, as they circle her stomach. "Where are you gonna sleep?"
"Here." Before CeCe had a chance to react, Logan picked her up and laid her down in the bed, besides LJ, before crawling in himself at his son's other side, leaving the small child between them.
"At least take off your shoes!" Said CeCe, though she didn't sound mad.
"Nag, nag, nag." Muttered Logan, but he did as she asked. Without shoes this time, he settle once more in the bed, taking one last look at the sleepy face of his wife as CeCe snuggled their child.
She didn't protested when he turned off the lamp, but their hands found one another in the darkness. "Welcome home, love." She said softly.
"I missed you, sissy." But she was already sleep. Bringing both CeCe and LJ close to him, Logan sighed contently. "Home sweet home."
AN(2): If you made it this far, thanks. Hope you enjoy this. Again, hit me up if you have a question, comment, suggestion and more importantly a prompt!