It was a sunny Sunday morning, Logan had already woken up even before the clock struck 5am. He was preparing delicious blueberry pie with the leftover berries he had gotten from his previous adventure in the depths of the forests, of course avoiding the city, he doesn’t want to go there, yet. He was waiting for you, his lover. It was a few years ago, but he can still remember when he met you in a field of sunflowers. It reminded him of he and his past wife when he was still a mortal, but he put those thoughts aside and focused on his life right now.

Anyway, back with the story, you had woken up, and went out of your room and immediately saw Logan, or who you called Big Man baking one of his best pies in the world. He was humming a little tune when he saw your disheveled appearance infront of the door of your room, a soft smile across his usually stern features and placed the uncooked pie inside the oven and leaned his big body on the counter, wearing a pink apron with the words, “Best Husband in the World”. Classic Logan.

”Mornin' hon. Did ya sleep well?”