*GUYS DON'T COME FOR MY SOUL THERE WILL BE SMUTT NEXT PART IF I CAN BE BOTHERED DON'T EAT ME ALIVEEE😍
Narrator's POV:
"I love you, Logan. I really do."
Wade never thought he'd get to say those words- to Logan, to anyone. It gave them both a warm tingly feeling inside..something they thought they'd never get to experience again.
"Wade......I think I love you too."
Logan spoke like he truly meant it, and Wade cherished it like it was the last thing on earth.
The next morning, bright and early, Wade had bounced out of bed after the... Interesting* night the two of them just had- god, he felt great- Logan too.
Logan grumbled in his sleep, stirring awake. He opened his eyes to Wade 's chin on top of his head, it was like a little weight. It bought Logan a strange sense of safety and comfort. He liked it. Wade planted a soft kiss on Honey Badgers head like he did every morning: even the ones they hated each other. Logan always nagged about how much he hated it But truly, deep down, he loved it.
"Look who's finally awake.." Wade grinned tiredly "I thought you'd never wake up, Sleeping Beauty... Heh, anyway, I'm gonna go off and make a bit of breakfast.." He said, practically running out of bed - his voice sounded like it has no energy at all to spare, but his body language said otherwise.
"Theres a choice of waffles, pancakes, toast, or you can be a boring old man and have cereal," he snickered "but hey, I don't judge...too much.."
Logan thought about it for a moment before speaking in a groggy voice "Well....what are you having, hm?"
Wade had to ponder for a moment to decide,
"Probably choosing waffles to be honest."
Logan nodded in agreement and responded quickly "Yeah, the waffles sound great, baby."
He froze realising what the honey badger had just said to him.
Wade's heart exploded into a million butterflies at Logan calling him 'baby'. It was she first time he ever had and good chance it would be the last. Wade shivered in his words, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks......Not ass cheeks, you dirty human being.
"Uh- y-yeah, waffles.......I'll make them now..."
Wade left the room feeling loads of different emotions- it was crazy what that one word did to him.
Logan came down to the table set, fresh waffles with maple syrup drizzled on top, strawberries on the side.
"Damn, Wade you know how to make waffles..."
Wade spoke with a mouthful of hot waffle and strawberry, "Fank yew!" Crumbs shooted out of his gob (AKA mouth) and Wolvie had to dust the few that landed on his lap away, smiling subtly.
He gave a soft chuckle at Wades poor attempt at speaking as he sat at his seat, picking up the fork.
The next day, Logan had slept for what could have well been all day. Wade checked in him every hour or so, just making sure he was ok and not seizuring or something stupid like that... Wad gone at a war between himself to be a lonely little emo (NO OFFENCE TO EMOS YOU PEOPLE ARE COOL AS) or wake Logan up. He decided on the first one for some unknown reason..
By 3PM Wade had gotten bored and made brownies for the two of fuel-efficient spilling an entire bag of flour and 3 eggs in the process. They turned out amazing tho; crispy and chocolaty on the outside, but warm and gooey on the inside: the PERFECT brownies... In society's opinion anyway..
He put a few in a bit of tissue and strolled up the stairs, holding around 3 for Logan.
As he entered the room, he expected Logan to be awake by now but no, as sleepy as.....something that sleeps a lot - but anyway!
Wade placed the somehow still warm brownies on Logan's old bedside table. He whispered half to himself and half to Logan;
"Mabey tomorrow...." He spoke in a soft quiet voice before plopping himself on the edge of the bed.
"I love you."
Logan unexpectedly spoke back in a quiet, hoarse voice .
"Mmm... I love you too....."
