Polaris.
Creator Of My Own Twisted World
He forgot how hard it was to convince Elizabeth to do something that she doesn’t want to do. How hard one may ask? Incre-fucking-dibly difficult. She was a boulder and she wasn’t listening to a word he said. But Logan was too tired to try to convince her. He found himself falling in and out of consciousness as she tried to wiggle out from underneath him. When she escaped, Logan was in the midst of losing perception, not realizing what was happening around him. He woke up later in the afternoon, heaving a sigh that she’s still sticking around but he ate every bit of the porridge and drank the last drop of the sweet tea even if he did groan about it. He was feeling slightly better, not that he would ever admit that. Curse that tea.
They exchange more words as usual with Logan falling asleep on her here and there. “I swear, if you read me a bed time story, I’m going to lose my shit.” He had enough with being babied and it was awkward. However, before they both knew it, it was late afternoon when school was over. He nodded, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll make sure I don’t pass out while you pick up Ben,” he chuckled faintly. Logan remained quiet, thinking on her words as she asked him for a promise. He didn’t like promises; they were relative and are meant to be broken. He didn’t like making them either. Logan was the type to take a promise to his grave and thus a promise would cause him to commit to it. And he abhorred commitment. This was a special occasion; he was able to see Ben again. That’s a plus; his logical mind told him and now wouldn’t be a good time either. For once, they were on the same page about mentioning this to Ben.
He smirked back playfully at her words, his eyes shined with mischievousness intent. “What kind of secrets? That I pushed you down?” he laughed but he nodded. “Fine El, it’s a promise.”
He watched her leave and hesitated before calling out, “Should I go with you? It’s getting dark.”
But she was already gone with her keys. But Logan bit his lower lip anxiously. She was coming back right? If she wasn’t, he would call her in an hour, he convinced himself. It’s a short walk…there shouldn’t be creepy roamers. Logan rolled the comforter over him like a burrito and decided to sleep again. He woke up to the sounds of running and the sudden bouncing on his bed. He grumbled, not appreciating the wake up call.
“What the-?” he groaned exasperatedly before his eyelids opened half way.
“Wakey! I have present for you mister!” Ben shoved the picture at him, beaming with his tiny baby teeth.
“W-what?” Logan unrolled the blanket a little, allowing Ben to crawl under the blanket for some warmth. He took the picture and couldn’t figure what it was. “Wow buddy! This looks…”
“Here’s mister and that’s mommy.” Ben pointed to the scribbles and Logan nodded thoughtfully.
“That looks just like your mom!” he laughed, snickering at the wild yellow hair making her look more like medusa than a human being. “Can I keep this?”
“Yeah!” Ben threw his arms up excitedly. “Better now?”
“Yeah, you’re the medicine that I needed,” Logan grinned at him, tickling his stomach.
The little boy squealed with giggles, rolling over to his side back and forth as he tried to swat Logan’s hand away.
Logan, finding enough strength this time, rolled out of bed and picked up Benjamin. He placed the boy on his shoulders as the little boy pointed towards the door and yelled, “Charge!”
Chuckling, Logan walked out of his room in a languish manner. He peeked into the kitchen, watching Elizabeth doing…whatever she was doing, he wasn’t too sure. Logan wasn’t fond of cooking after all, he was the eat whatever he could find type.
“Look who I captured on my way to steal some dinner?” he joked with a laughing Ben. "Looks like you and your mom are my captives for the night."
Ben shook his head and tiny five fingers at the same time. "No! Ben protects mommy!" He playfully smacks Logan on the head causing the older male to snicker at how mischievous his son was.
“What are you making for dinner?” he asked Elizabeth as he peered over her shoulder.
“What's for dinner!” Ben repeated, cutting out a chunk of words. “Mommy, mister says he's all good.”
Logan released Ben, allowing him to settle down onto the floor as the little boy ran around the kitchen. "Do you need me to help with anything?" he asked more out of politeness than anything. The man has never held a kitchen and would probably prove to be a disaster in the kitchen. But etiquette requires him to inquire if she requires any assistance. "If not, I'm going back to bed and taking the little weasel with me. He seems like a hazard in the kitchen."
He wasn't sure how she took care of Ben all by herself and worked as well. Little boys were handfuls and he could already tell with Ben hopping all over the place, playing by himself. Logan didn't want to admit it but that is pretty amazing. "I don't know how you do what you do," he whispered as he hovered over her. It had a rather cryptic meaning and he didn't want to elaborate, making her figuring out the meaning on her own.
They exchange more words as usual with Logan falling asleep on her here and there. “I swear, if you read me a bed time story, I’m going to lose my shit.” He had enough with being babied and it was awkward. However, before they both knew it, it was late afternoon when school was over. He nodded, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll make sure I don’t pass out while you pick up Ben,” he chuckled faintly. Logan remained quiet, thinking on her words as she asked him for a promise. He didn’t like promises; they were relative and are meant to be broken. He didn’t like making them either. Logan was the type to take a promise to his grave and thus a promise would cause him to commit to it. And he abhorred commitment. This was a special occasion; he was able to see Ben again. That’s a plus; his logical mind told him and now wouldn’t be a good time either. For once, they were on the same page about mentioning this to Ben.
He smirked back playfully at her words, his eyes shined with mischievousness intent. “What kind of secrets? That I pushed you down?” he laughed but he nodded. “Fine El, it’s a promise.”
He watched her leave and hesitated before calling out, “Should I go with you? It’s getting dark.”
But she was already gone with her keys. But Logan bit his lower lip anxiously. She was coming back right? If she wasn’t, he would call her in an hour, he convinced himself. It’s a short walk…there shouldn’t be creepy roamers. Logan rolled the comforter over him like a burrito and decided to sleep again. He woke up to the sounds of running and the sudden bouncing on his bed. He grumbled, not appreciating the wake up call.
“What the-?” he groaned exasperatedly before his eyelids opened half way.
“Wakey! I have present for you mister!” Ben shoved the picture at him, beaming with his tiny baby teeth.
“W-what?” Logan unrolled the blanket a little, allowing Ben to crawl under the blanket for some warmth. He took the picture and couldn’t figure what it was. “Wow buddy! This looks…”
“Here’s mister and that’s mommy.” Ben pointed to the scribbles and Logan nodded thoughtfully.
“That looks just like your mom!” he laughed, snickering at the wild yellow hair making her look more like medusa than a human being. “Can I keep this?”
“Yeah!” Ben threw his arms up excitedly. “Better now?”
“Yeah, you’re the medicine that I needed,” Logan grinned at him, tickling his stomach.
The little boy squealed with giggles, rolling over to his side back and forth as he tried to swat Logan’s hand away.
Logan, finding enough strength this time, rolled out of bed and picked up Benjamin. He placed the boy on his shoulders as the little boy pointed towards the door and yelled, “Charge!”
Chuckling, Logan walked out of his room in a languish manner. He peeked into the kitchen, watching Elizabeth doing…whatever she was doing, he wasn’t too sure. Logan wasn’t fond of cooking after all, he was the eat whatever he could find type.
“Look who I captured on my way to steal some dinner?” he joked with a laughing Ben. "Looks like you and your mom are my captives for the night."
Ben shook his head and tiny five fingers at the same time. "No! Ben protects mommy!" He playfully smacks Logan on the head causing the older male to snicker at how mischievous his son was.
“What are you making for dinner?” he asked Elizabeth as he peered over her shoulder.
“What's for dinner!” Ben repeated, cutting out a chunk of words. “Mommy, mister says he's all good.”
Logan released Ben, allowing him to settle down onto the floor as the little boy ran around the kitchen. "Do you need me to help with anything?" he asked more out of politeness than anything. The man has never held a kitchen and would probably prove to be a disaster in the kitchen. But etiquette requires him to inquire if she requires any assistance. "If not, I'm going back to bed and taking the little weasel with me. He seems like a hazard in the kitchen."
He wasn't sure how she took care of Ben all by herself and worked as well. Little boys were handfuls and he could already tell with Ben hopping all over the place, playing by himself. Logan didn't want to admit it but that is pretty amazing. "I don't know how you do what you do," he whispered as he hovered over her. It had a rather cryptic meaning and he didn't want to elaborate, making her figuring out the meaning on her own.
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