Logan stared at himself in the mirror, running his hand along his jaw. Maybe it was time to shave.

He opened the cabinet, grabbing some shaving cream and a razor. As he set the items down he heard you enter. It wasn't weird for you to walk in with out knocking. How could it be after getting married?

"Hey honey,"

Logan closed the cabinet, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your face never failed to make him smile.

"I was thinking about shaving. You want to help?"