Tied Up

Chapter Five

When Logan woke up the following day, he realized he had gained company. Little Avery was bundled up on his side, still on the floor. Her little fingers were fisting two of his large ones.

He smoothed down her wild bed hair, leaning over to kiss her head. He wished she had stayed in Tyler's bed because the floor was highly uncomfortable.

Logan carefully started to get up, cracking the sore muscle in his back. He gingerly picked Avery up and transferred her onto his bed with Sam and Spencer - squishing her in the middle.

He walked out of his room, stretching his arms. He was startled when he saw his mother on the couch, he completely forgot about her.

Logan hated when his mother was overly drunk, it unlocked memories he had tried so hard to suppress. Needing something to distract himself, he decided to start on breakfast.

He was in the middle of frying some bacon when little pitter-patters were heard. Turning around, he was greeted with the sight of his adorable little sister. Her wild bed hair was sticking out in many different directions and one of her socks had fallen off.

"G'morning, baby girl."

"Morning," she whispered back.

Wiping his hand on a rag, he crouched down and picked her up. She immediately rested her little head on his shoulder. He responded by rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"Sleep well?" Logan questioned.

He then remembered she had joined him on the floor, so he could already guess the answer.

She shrugged.

Realizing she needed space, he didn't push. Maybe she merely needed to wake up. He continued cooking with her on his hip, talking to her quietly.

"I had a dream last night," she piped up.

Logan looked down at her with nothing but love. "Yeah? Was it a good dream?"

She nodded, smiling.

"What was it about?" He was curious. Avery's dreams had always been funny or cute, and Logan loved to listen.

"I got a little baby puppy. And you surprised me with it and I was really surprised, and I think I cried. I can't really remember. I even named it! Its name was Princess," she rambled, playing with the towel over his shoulder.

Logan smiled at her. "I'm glad you had a good dream, cutie."

The bacon he was cooking was almost done but the task was slowed down as he had a five-year-old on his hip.

She rambled on and on about her dream, and Logan had her undived attention. He would nod or slip in a word whenever she would give him the chance.

Hearing feet shuffling for the second time, Logan turned around. The warm eyes he had directed for his little sister iced as soon as he saw his mother.

Logan lowered Avery onto the floor, "How about you go watch some Mickey Mouse, I'll be there soon."

Avery looked between her mom and Logan, realizing the tension, she knew she should leave. Before she did, she quickly hugged her mom's leg. She then ran off, her little bun bouncing as she left.

He watched her as she walked into the living room before speaking up. "You promised, promised, that you were fucking done. I saw your eyes last night, and how you walked. It was as clear as day."

"Calm down, Logan. I was having a hard night- "

"Oh, so now every time you have a rough night that's what you're gonna do now? Huh? I swear to god if you do anything to..." he trailed off, not liking the thought.