hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

You hate Logan but have a daughter together - Part 2

You jolted awake from a nightmare, gasping as tears ran down your face. You'd imagined the worse chase scenario; your baby and Logan being murdered. You were helpless in this situation and all you could do was watch as the people you loved the most died. You shoved your blankets off your body, the excess heat made the sheets stick to your body. You scooched out of bed to realize that Hazel wasn't in your tonight, reaching over and feeling the old side of the bed was still something you'd never get used to. You got up slinging Logan's old hoodie over your shoulders and zipping it up before walking over to put on your slippers.

You darted down the hallway towards Logan's room, turning the knob and pushing the door inside. You didn't expect to see the left side of the bed to be occupied by your hunk of an ex with his eyes open. All you wanted to do was peak into the room to see that they were okay. But a light illumainted the room and his eyebrows furrowed immediately as he sat up in bed. "What happened?"

"Just wanted to check on Haze." You murmured, swallowing the lump in your throat. You tried to avoid looking at Logan's barely clothed chest, a ribbed tank top that tucked into his jeans. You gazed over at your daughter, sleeping soundly in the crib next to his bed, similar to your own. You felt tears creep into your eyes as you saw them safe and sound in the mansion, but the feeling dawned on you. What if they weren't? Your hand came up to cover your mouth as you looked away from him. You took a step back, "I should go-." You choked softly, as Logan stood up walking towards you, his hand reaching out.

"Hey, did you have a nightmare?"

He remembered.

You couldn't meet his eyes as you felt his presence move closer, his hand coming to your chin. "Baby, Hazel's here. You know she's safe, I'd never-."

"I couldn't do anything-I was completely helpless and they took you both, I watched you and Hazel die-." You started to sob, as he moved forward to try and muffle your cries against his chest. The smell of tobacco and pine, his natural musk that always made you feel at home. You found comfort in his arms, something you haven't felt in so long, it felt so right to be in Logan's embrace.

"Not going anywhere, we aren't." Logan promised, his hand coming up to move the hair away from your face, wiping the fresh tears on your cheeks. "Safe here with me." You breathed out shakily as you looked into his eyes, over a year of repressed emotions coming to the surface. He was enveloping all of your senses, and it was suddenly so easy to remember why you fell in love with him, why you gave him so many chances, why you had a child with him. Logan was a good man who made mistakes, and you needed time to forgive him. You don't know if that time is right now, but it would be a near possibility.

You leant into Logan's hand as your doe eyes met his, Logan's other hand coming to wrap around your back. Pulling you into him as his nose pressed to the side of yours. One of your hands coming to his neck, feeling the hair at the back of his neck. "I've missed you more than anything." Logan whispered, looking into your eyes with a sheepish look of longing. "Would wait forever to just hold you, I would." He nodded when you gave a subconscious shake of your head at his words.

"Logan." Your voice trembled as tears rose back up into your eyes. Your hand slid up from his neck to his mutton chops, feeling the dark hair between your fingers. "I hate that I still love you."

"I don't." Logan gruffed, huffing out a soft chuckle. Your eyes looked down at his lips, deciding to not kiss him as you leant your forehead on his shoulder. "Let's go back to bed, c'mon."

"Are you sure-."

"Yeah, doll. Come on in."