➳ Oh, Well Imagine Marvel➳ FINISHED

Flower Buds•Logan Howlett

A light spring breeze filled the air with the scent of rich pollen as two figures walked along the edge of a forest, an older, larger man being followed by a petite little girl as they carried bundles of wood on their backs and in their hands. It had been a long day for Logan and his daughter (d/n) collecting firewood for their cabin in the hills and he couldn't wait to get home.

"Hey Daddy?" The small girl called out, running up along side her father, "Can we get some flowers for mommy?" Logan looked down at his daughter, an exact copy of his wife (y/n), and gave a heavy sigh before giving her an answer.

"Sure, why not." (d/n)'s (e/c) eyes lit up as her request was granted and grabbed her father's hand.

"Mommy likes the flowers over here," she stated, pointing towards the direction and slightly dragging her dad along. Logan couldn't help but smile at this as the pair reached a small field, littered with bright and colorful flowers of all shapes and sizes as far as he could see. (d/n) dropped the small bundle in her hands and started gathering the flowers nearest her.

"Take your time," Logan stated, taking this opportunity to take a quick break as he sat down on the soft grass, "I'll be right here." He closed his eyes, taking in the fresh air as he took the pack of wooden off his back and laid in the soft grass. He must have dozed off as he opened his eyes, noticing that the sky had darken some and that the chill in the air had bittered. It was then he felt tiny hands play with his hair, putting something in there and keeping it in place with a twist of his black locks.

"(y/n), What are doing?" He looked up, his slate blue orbs meeting his daughter's tiny (e/c) ones.

"Arranging flowers," (d/n) giggled, placing another small bud in his hair from a small pile of torn or broken off flowers.

"Then why are you putting them in my hair?" Logan cocked an eyebrow up at his daughter's actions.

"Some of the flowers fell off and I didn't want to waste them," (d/n) simply replied, a smile gracing her face.

"You're a lot like your mom in that respect," Logan mentally mused but decided that playtime was over.

"Stop it please," Logan stated, sitting up as he tried to pull the buds off, "I don't like it."

"No," (d/n) huffed, trying to get his hands away from his head. If she got anything from her dad, it was his stubbornness as she started batting his chest.

"Stop," Logan said, holding her hands so she'd stop hitting him.

"Please?" (d/n) looked at him teary-eyed, a last resort that both mother and daughter used to sucker him into situations he would otherwise never be in.

"No," Logan firmly grumbled, not letting her get the best of him.

"PLEASE?" (d/n) cried, almost breaking into tears. This was too much for Logan as he released her hands, using one of his own to rub his temple as he broke down and finally gave in.

"Fine," Logan sighed, leaning back down as his daughter gave a squeal of delight at her victory. She made her way back around and proceeded to decorate his dad's hair until she was done and pair was ready to go.

~Time-skip~

You had just finished folding the last of the laundry when you heard the door click open and shut, signaling the return of your husband and daughter. Giving a relaxed sigh, you set the basket on the floor and went to greet your family.

"Mommy!" You had little time to reach as you felt your daughter attack your legs with a hug, almost causing you to lose your balance.

"Hi there sweetie," you giggled, kneeling down to her level as you noticed a colorful bouquet nestled in her pack, "Whatca got there?"

"We got some flowers for you," (d/n) chimed, pulling them out of her bundle and presenting them to you. Marveling at their beauty, you took the flowers and patted her on the head.

"Well that very nice of you, the both of-" You couldn't finish as you got up and looked at your husband, a pissed off look carved onto his face as you observed the multitude on the flowers and buds entangled in his hair.

"Don't say anything," Logan stated, crossing his arms as you covered your mouth, trying to hold back your laughter. Collecting yourself of only a moment, you turned back down to your daughter.

"Honey, can you go put the rest of the firewood away?" You asked, pointing to her full stack of wood.

"Okay," (d/n) nodded, taking her clutch and running into the living room, leaving just you and Logan.

"Shut up," Logan growled, giving you the evil eye as you finally broke down into full blown laughter.

"I didn't say anything," you chuckled, taking Logan's hands and taking him back to your bedroom, "Here, I'll help you get those out of there."

"I guess you couldn't say no, could you?" You signed as you sat him down on the edge of the bed before you kneeled behind him, softy unwinding each flower from its unruly prison and placing them on the side.

"That's how I got you, didn't I?" Logan retorted smugly, feeling your fingers work their magic.

"I guess so," you chuckled, bending his neck back as you embraced his lips with yours, "Love you, big guy."

"Love you too, babe."

~Epilogue~

Logan groaned as he made his way to his classroom, slamming the door on his way in as the class immediately shut up and watched as Logan started to write on the board.

"Professor Howlett?" A young student muttered, raising his hand hesitantly.

"What is it?" Logan asked, turning around and staring down at the student in the front row.

"Why do you have a flower in your hair?" He asked meekly, cringing in his desk. Logan felt the back of his hair and pulled out a small white bud, still fresh and pure since when his daughter put it in yesterday.

"Aw shit."