"I told you to wake me ." Logan grumbled, rotating the crick out of his neck from where it had been resting against Morph's shoulder.

"Sorry." Morph said, not sounding very sorry at all. "But I did already got some Zzzs before. And besides, you needed it more."

Logan grumbled again, not finding an excuse to argue against that. He'd felt less exhausted fighting Magneto with a single hand and metallic skeleton.

He wondered if all kids were as exhausting or if it was just Laura.

He'd still barely begun to wrap his head around the idea that he had a kid.

He'd never wanted kids. He didn't want anther person to care about that he knew eventually he would lose. At least Laura had inherited his heeling factor. Then again, he knew first hand that there were some scars that could never heal. And unfortunately he knew that the kid already had more scars than she ever should have.

"I'll get started on breakfast." Morph said, interrupting his thoughts before they could spiral any further. Logan swore they must've been able to borrow people's telepathy with how often they did that.

Morph pressed a kiss to his cheek, fingernails scratching along his neck as they got up. Logan watched the soft sway of their hips as they headed down the corridor, wondering how he ever would've been able to get through this without them.

With a sigh, Logan stretched his adamantium skeleton before getting to his feet.

"You awake kid?" Logan asked as he knocked on her door.

A few seconds after the expected lack of response, he slowly opened the door.

In the dim morning light, he could make out the bright blue of her open eyes. It still felt strange to see those eyes outside of a mirror. She looked alert but not like she had been awake for hours. She probably already heard them moving around outside before he came into her room. Hopefully she got some sleep.

"C'mon, Morph's making breakfast." Logan told her, nodding his head towards the door.

She stared at him for a moment, and in those blue eyes, Logan could see that familiar flash of stubbornness for stubbornness sake.

But having not eaten anything in over twenty-four hours, the hunger must've won out in the end as a moment later, she was up and pushing past him out the door.

Logan could smell the scent of breakfast and Laura must've smelt them too as she didn't need any guidance on her way to the kitchen.

Within the mid-century modern tiles, Morph was humming along to some pop song on the radio as they fried at least three packs of sausages on the stove. They had Gambit's kiss the cook apron on and with how the bow rested on the curve of their ass, Logan was very tempted to take them up on that offer.

Distracted, Logan nearly stumbled into Laura who has stopped in the doorway. She glanced between the food and the rest of the room as though not sure what to make of it. It then struck Logan that the kid had probably never seen a kitchen before. He marched past her and sat himself down at the island instead of matching off and hunt down every last peice of shit who had ever been involved in that hellhole of a lab.

Laura copied him, sitting in the chair besides him, her short legs swinging off the edge of the stool.

The scene was so impossibly domestic that he felt he'd been shot in the head.

He didn't deserve this. Not after all the shit he'd done. But Morph was giving him that look that again made him wonder if they could read minds. Because he knew that they knew what he was thinking. And that he wasn't going to say it because he knew what they would say since the pair of them had talked about it too many times. That Morph had been through the same shit he had. So did they not deserve this either? Which was a fucking stupid question because of cause they fucking did! They deserved everything! And if they did then, maybe Logan could have this too.

"Good morning Laura." Morph smiled, once again interrupting Logan from his own head. "If you're anything like you're Daddy, then I'm sure you've probably got a big appetite."

Laura stomach grumbled in response.

"That's why I like to hear." Morph laughed, placing a pile of sausages in front of he, before placing another in front of Logan. "Your Daddy likes some sausage in the morning too."

Logan choked before he'd even put any food in his mouth.

Morph didn't even try to hide their giggle.

Grumbling, Logan sliced one of the sausages with his left claws before stabbing one of the pieces with his right.

He was about to take a bite when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Laura do the exact same thing.

Morph gave him a pointed look.

Logan sighed. He picked up his knife and fork, cutting up his food and guiding it to his mouth in the traditional way.

Laura watched. And took a bite out of the one still on her claws.

Logan shrugged.

"You want ketchup on that?" He asked.

"Logan!" Morph chastised as though after that earlier comment they too didn't also need a refresh on appropriate breakfast behaviour.

"What?" Logan protested, trying his best not to dribble ketchup onto Laura's claws. "I'll teach her not to stab people first. Then we can get to table manners."

Logan turned his attention back to his own meal when-

"Daddy?"

Logan froze, for a moment convinced that his enhanced hearing was playing tricks on him. Then he heard it again.

"Daddy? More ketchup?"

It probably wasn't her first word. Or heck maybe it was. But it was definitely the first word he'd heard come out of her mouth. Logan had sat through enough of Morph's made for TV family channel films to be familiar with the scene when a parent hears their baby call them that for the first time. Logan had always thought that moment was something made for movies not in real life. And as anyone would tell you The Wolverine was not a crier but right now Logan felt like they could cry with the realisation that fuck he really was a father now and that he loved his daughter more than life itself.

Morph didn't have the same reservations, openly sniffling over the pan.

Lost in his own head, Logan hadn't realised that they never gave an answer until Laura froze. Her claws, drew closer to her chest, protective of her meagre meal. As though simply asking for more sauce was too selfish of a request.

Logan made a vow that he was going to personally send every last person who'd ever set foot in that facility to hell.

But first-

"Darlin' you can have as much ketchup as you fuckin' want."


A/N: I have been loving everyone's fics/arts/etc for Morpherine week! I am sorry that I haven't been able to participate in it myself as much as I would have liked! But I hope you guys enjoy this chapter for the prompt Slice Of Life! Xxxxxxx