𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 ╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋 / 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝟘𝟘𝟞

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The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue across the room. Mia stirred awake, a comfortable weight draped over her body. As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, she became acutely aware of the heat radiating from both sides of her.

Logan lay on one side, his arm casually thrown across her waist, while Wade occupied the other, his cheek pressed against her shoulder and a goofy smile plastered on his face. Mia couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight. It was a strange, chaotic comfort that felt entirely right, yet utterly surreal.

With gentle movements, she shifted, trying to slip out from under Logan's arm without waking him. Just as she made her escape, Wade stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Mornin', cupcake," he said, his voice gravelly and filled with that familiar teasing tone. "Did you have any wild dreams last night? Because I definitely did, and let me tell you, it was a two-for-one special."

Wade stretched like a cat. He turned to nudge Logan awake. "Hey, grumpy bear, rise and shine! We've got a day to conquer and possibly more mischief to get into."

Logan stirred, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he pulled Mia closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. Mia felt a rush of affection, glancing down at the marks she could still feel on her skin from the previous night. It was a reminder of the heat and passion they had shared.

"C'mon, Logan," Wade prodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Don't be a stick in the mud. I've got plans, and they involve pancakes. With extra syrup. And maybe a side of bacon."

"Bacon sounds good," Mia said, her stomach rumbling in agreement. The idea of breakfast made her more awake, and she gently tapped Logan's arm. "How about it, Logan? Breakfast?"

With a resigned sigh, Logan finally opened his eyes, looking from Wade to Mia, his expression softening as he met her gaze. "You two are impossible," he muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone. His eyes flicked to her neck for a moment, and a smirk curled his lips. "I guess I put a 'do not disturb' sign on yourself last night, huh?"

Mia's cheeks flushed, and she brushed a hand over the marks. "You were just... a little enthusiastic, I guess," she replied, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, well, just remember who made those," Logan said, his tone teasing yet serious. "And maybe keep your distance from any fuckers who think they can mess with you."

Wade punched the air in triumph. "Yes! Pancakes and mayhem, here we come!" He practically skipped out of the room, leaving Mia and Logan to share a lingering look.

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The aroma of pancakes filled the air as Mia flipped the last one onto the stack, the sizzle fading into a warm comfort. Wade was rummaging through the fridge for toppings, his usual energy bouncing around the kitchen, while Logan leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a watchful eye on both of them.

"Are you sure we need this many pancakes?" Mia asked, glancing at the towering stack. "I don't want to be responsible for a breakfast disaster."

Wade scoffed, "Please, more pancakes mean more happiness. Besides, they say the way to a person's heart is through their stomach, and I aim to please." He brandished a bottle of syrup like it was a trophy.

Logan smirked but didn't reply. Just as Mia was about to suggest they dig in, a loud knock echoed through the apartment.

"Who the hell is that?" Logan grumbled, pushing off the counter and heading for the door.

"I didn't invite anyone," Mia said, a hint of unease creeping into her voice.

Wade leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe it's a pizza delivery guy who heard about our epic pancake feast."

"Or a wild animal looking for breakfast," Logan deadpanned, opening the door.

Standing there was a tall figure with messy hair and a cheeky grin—an old friend of Logan's, notorious for stirring up trouble. "Hey, you old mutt! Heard you were living it up and decided to crash the party!" The man stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Maverick," Logan said, his tone a mix of surprise and irritation. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Just passing through," Maverick replied, swaggering into the kitchen like he owned the place. "Thought I'd check on my favorite grumpy mutant and see what kind of trouble you've been stirring."

Wade crossed his arms, sizing up the newcomer. "And you are?"

"Maverick, a friend of Logan's from way back," he said, extending a hand with a grin. "But you can call me whatever you want—just don't call me late for breakfast."

Mia watched the exchange, a strange tension thickening the air. Logan's demeanor shifted, his casual attitude replaced with a subtle protectiveness as he crossed his arms again.

"Why don't you just come on in and make yourself at home?" Wade said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "You know, like you did in Logan's life."

Maverick chuckled, clearly enjoying the friction. "Nice to meet you, clown. I see Logan's found himself a little distraction. Pretty cute, too."

Mia felt heat rise in her cheeks as both men shot her looks—one filled with jealousy, the other playful but with an underlying seriousness. Logan's expression darkened slightly while Wade's grin faded, replaced by a competitive edge.

"Just remember, she's not one of your toys to play with," Logan said, his tone low and menacing.

"Chill out, man. I'm just here to hang out," Maverick replied, waving his hands in mock surrender. "I won't bite... unless she wants me to."

Wade stepped closer to Mia, wrapping an arm around her shoulders possessively. "Yeah, not happening. You've got one foot out the door already if you even think about it."

Maverick leaned in with a grin, "What's wrong, Logan? Jealous of the competition?"

Logan's jaw clenched. "You really don't want to mess with my shit. This isn't a friendly competition, and I don't play nice."

Maverick smirked, enjoying the tension. "Hey, I'm just here for breakfast. But if it turns into a showdown, I'm all for it."

Mia looked between them, the atmosphere charged. She didn't want to be the reason for a rivalry between the two men, but their protective instincts were undeniably attractive.

"Guys, how about we focus on breakfast first?" Mia suggested, trying to lighten the mood. "We can figure out the chaos later."

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