Married life wasn't always easy. But to you, you managed.

Logan kept you holed up in a small cabin deep in the mountains and woods, the nearest town at least a forty minute drive away. He liked the solitude.

Nearly every day he would go to work early in the morning, come home early in the evening. Manual labor left him tired, but he missed you more than anything.

He wanted to get away from saving the world so damn much. To hide away with you.

Obviously if he was needed, he'd answer... but he was enjoying "retirement" plenty.

Coming home to you hugging and kissing him, sitting on his lap while he smoked in the evening after supper, it was the greatest thing in the world.

The way you'd ogle him from the kitchen window when he'd chop firewood...

Sometimes when he was further down the mountain he could smell you all the way back home and he had to fight not to rush back up.

Now all this domesticity doesn't mean you're bound to the house forever, mind you. If you wanted to go to town and work it's alright with him.

He just likes having a good eye on what's his.

One night he came home a bit later than usual. Had a couple drinks after work. He toed off his boots at the door, setting his metal lunchbox down on the entry table.

Logan sniffed the air, he knew you were in the house. He loved your scent, loved to mark himself with it constantly.

The man could be like an animal after all.

So he finally called out to you, he missed you obviously.

"Honey? I'm home."