Ok but imagine: the kids waking you up in the morning

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you were tucked in the crook of logan's arms, your nose pressed against his chest. you felt the bed dip and you looked down to see your four year old, Bailey, crawl over to you and lay down on the bed beside you. she had logan's eyes and your nose, she was the sweetest mixture of the two of you.

"morning sweet cheeks."

"mama i dreamt about bluey's little sister, bingo and i had a sleepover!" her voice made logan groan lightly as he started to wake up. thats when you heard the familiar foot steps of your toddler.

"dada." your two year old babbled, Jack, was now in his toddler bed and had outgrown the crib. He came over to logan's side, pulling on his arm. Logan smiles as he looked over and growled as he scooped your son up his arms. he rested on his chest as logan pulled you in closer.

"love my little family." logan murmured as he leant down to kiss at your head. you pulled bailey in next to you.

"morn' daddy." bailey mumbled as logan groaned slightly as jack kicked his stomach while crawling over to you.

"where are you going?!" logan chided as he grabbed on to jack's waist as he sat up and started tickling around his stomach. a laugh poured from your son's mouth and it made your heart warm as bailey moved over you to tackle logan.

when your kids were born you learned a lot about logan on a deeper level. one of your favorite things was this laugh he did that was from his belly but was the sweetest sound you've ever heard. one of those infamous laughs ran through your ears and bailey tried to 'suck his brains out' with her hand. Jack finally out his father's embrace started trying to tickle Logan.

"why arent we picking on mom?"

"no no no." you squealed as logan scooped you up in his arms and started blowing raspberries in your neck as bailey and jack tickled you. your chest hurt from how hard you were laughing. logan knowing all your ticklish spots and exploiting them.

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