Yuna Inspired: Our Virtual Family

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"Why aren't you making a fuss about Valentine's Day?" Logan asked Hana on the couch.

They were watching a nighttime TV show now that Hailey left, and were eating popcorn while Lucas slept on another couch. Hana's and Logan's legs somehow ended up intertwining with one another, and neither of them seemed bothered about it, but they did realize that whenever they sat together to watch TV or just plainly sitting there, their legs would intertwine. Since it was still winter and the nights seemed to have gotten colder, they were under one fluffy blanket.

Hana answered him with a question. "Why should I?"

"It's Valentine's Day. Girls get all fussy about it."

"I'm not a girl, remember," she joked with a straight face.

"True." He tugged her leg with his. "Can you make something of low-sugar and low-fat for me?"

"What do you want?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Any's fine. It's you who's making it."

"Oh, I don't know. I might have Hailey make them instead."

He shot up, making the blanket fall off from their shoulders. "Don't let her! Whatever you do, don't let that girl near any of mine, okay?"

She laughed and fixed the blanket over herself. "I won't. I'll do it."

Triumphant, he got up and started doing a victory dance.

Hana tried to push him away from blocking her view of the T.V., but her leg was too short.

Seeing that she failed to get him to move, he mocked her. "Ha, shorty! You can't even reach me when I'm this close to you?"

Angry, she got up and pinched his cheeks for revenge. "Did Hailey not punish you enough today? I guess I have to continue from where she left off, don't I?"

He pinched her cheeks too and pulled on it, forcing her to make a funny expression against her will. "I can't get back at her, but I can always get back at you, man-girl. Bring it on!"

"Why you little—"

"You're the little one, shorty."

"You're the shorty, shorty! Your new nickname will be shorty!"

"No, that's your—"

As the two kept on pinching on each other and had a little bit of tug of war with the cheeks, he accidentally stepped on her foot, and her ankle bumped into the couch, making her lose her balance. Thankfully, Logan was fast enough to catch her, and they both fell onto the couch and then they rolled down to the ground, with Hana lying on top of him, bumping their noses together. They sat up and massaged their noses while laughing.

Logan noticed the sight of Hana in her sleeping gown with her hair down, making her look like a small little girl in an oversized dress. Heck, almost anything she wore looked oversized on her. Too cute for words, he pinched her nose. "Shorty. You're so clumsy."

Hana slapped his hand away. "You made me bump the couch."

"It's your leg. Not mine." He poked her forehead. "Ready to go to sleep?"

She sulked and put out her hands. "Carry me? I think my leg is broken."

"From that?"

She nodded, absolutely lying of course.

"You're such a hopeless princess." Instead of piggybacking her, he carried her—bridal style—and she was surprised.

She didn't think he'd do it this way.