Chapter 5
The rest of the night went by in a blur for Wade after his and Logan’s kiss.
He knows he laughed, and joked, and ate and drank far too much, but he wasn’t fully there, his mind looping their kiss like a broken record.
Wade needed to talk to Logan.
But why would he? It didn’t mean anything to the older man, right?
He would only make things weird if he did, and not in a fun way.
Every fiber in his being begged to be close to the man again, to have the smallest shred of knowledge if Logan was feeling the same way as him— whatever that feeling is— but Wade knew better.
Sure, his healing factor can fix almost anything that hurts him, but it definitely can’t fix a broken heart.
So, Wade decides not to overthink— or think at all— as Vanessa and Peter say their goodbyes around the same time Al returns home from wherever she was at. Wade stopped playing the teasing role of the doting and concerned parent, after Al called him an annoying motherfucker and raised his rent again despite his protests that he doesn’t even have a bedroom. She insisted it was an irritation tax for Wade getting on her last nerve and a pet fee for bringing home two dogs without asking for her permission.
As Wade shuts the door behind his friends, much to his delight, Logan crosses his arms against his chest as he leans against the doorframe to the kitchen and raises a brow, one that Al can’t see, at her. “And where have you been out this late, young lady?”
Al doesn’t stop her track to her bedroom as she calls out behind her, “Wherever the fuck I want to.”
Logan chuckles as he drops the dad stance, and calls back to her, “We have leftover pizza on the table if you want any.”
Al reappears from her bedroom, “What kind?”
Wade grins, knowing Al’s about to have a visceral reaction. “Canadian ham and pineapple.”
Al’s face twists into a scowl, “Fucking disgusting, there’s something wrong with both of you dumbasses.”
“Besides the usual?” Wade beams at her despite the fact that she can’t see it.
Logan scoffs in amusement, “We’re Canadian, Al—“
“And we have taste!” Wade cuts in, directing his words at Logan instead of Al as he very obviously checks the man out.
Logan rolls his eyes at him, ignoring his antics, as he continues. “We got your favorite though, New York style margarita, right?”
“This is why I hate you the least.” She walks the short distance across the room to where Logan grabs the smaller pizza box off the kitchen counter and hands it to her.
“What the fuck? I’m the one who bought it!” Wade whines.
“And you’re the one who owes me back pay, you still wanna complain?” She snaps back.
Wade’s eyes widen, quick to respond. “No, ma’am! Have a nice night.”
“That’s what I fucking thought.” Al grumbles out, pizza box in hand, as she shuts her bedroom door behind her.
Smiling, Logan shakes his head, as he turns to pick up the empty wine glasses.
Wade moves to grab the drained wine bottles beside him, “Well, tonight was a success.”
“You think they bought it?” Logan questions, if Wade didn’t know any better, he would say that the man before him looked nervous.
“Do I think?” Wade starts, outraged, “I had to stop Ness from clawing out Peter’s eyes and murdering him in order to ensure her spot as my best man!”
Logan lets out a small chuckle as he sets the dishes into the sink and turns on the faucet to rinse them. “Have you picked a best man yet?”
“Obviously!” Wade grins, as he hefts himself up to sit on the cabinet beside Logan. “I picked the moment we decided to actually go through with this.”
Logan raises a brow at him, waiting for the man to continue, but he doesn’t. “Okay? And who’s gonna be your best man?” He prompts.
“Oh!” Wade pauses mid-leg swing, as if Logan would have already known the answer to his question, before starting his movements again. “Vanessa and Peter, of course.”
“What—“ Logan turns to face him, “You’re choosing both of them?”
“Duh, it’s 2025, why the fuck would I only have one best man when I can have two?”
Logan shrugs, as he bends over to load the dishwasher. “Fair enough, do you plan on telling them before or after they kill each other?”
Wade pays no mind to Logan’s question as it comes in one ear and leaves through the other, after all, he was far too distracted by ogling Logan’s backside.
Wade decides to make his sights be known as he does his best sexy whistle, and slaps Logan’s ass.
Logan growls, hitting his head on the top of the dishwasher as he returns to his full height, face red and claws unsheathed. “Fuck off, Wade.”
A shit-eating grin tugs at the corner of Wade’s lips, “Oh, Peanut, I’d much rather fuck on.”
“You know what—“ Logan’s threat dies in his throat as he looks down, realizing just how close they are as the front of his thigh collides with Wade’s knee.
If Wade’s legs weren’t crossed, Logan would be in between them, maybe even pressed against him.
The thought makes Wade shiver, as he attempts to casually uncross his legs, hooking a foot behind Logan’s knee to beckon him closer.
Logan’s eyes shift back up to Wade’s as he sees, and feels, what the younger man is trying to do.
Face burning even darker than before, Logan backs away from Wade, claws resheathing. “Fuck off.” He reiterates again, but there’s no real bite behind his words.
In that moment, Wade decides to say fuck it, throwing all caution to the wind because teasing Logan will always be fun and so, so very worth it.
He pouts, “Aw, Peanut! But you were all over me when Ness and Pete were here!” Then his lips curl up into something devious, “Maybe you really are an exhibitionist.”
Wade startles as, within a blink of an eye, Logan’s pushed up against him, hips in between Wade’s thighs and hands bracketing the countertop on either side of Wade, trapping him in place.
Logan leans in, breath hot against the shell of Wade’s ear as his beard gently scratches against the marred skin there. “Or maybe I know that we still have to pack for the mansion, and attend an important appointment. Otherwise, if I had you alone, we would miss both, because I’d make sure you’re too distracted for anything else.”
Wade’s breath hitches, as he raises the skin above his brow bone at Logan, “I thought we said nothing sexual?”
Logan’s quiet for a second, still pressed in between his legs with his mouth hovering near Wade’s ear, before responding. “Who said I couldn’t get you to come undone without anything sexual?“
Another shiver wracks its way down Wade’s body as he turns to meet Logan’s dilated eyes.
They stay like that, staring at each other, daring the other to make the next move.
Wade can’t help but wonder how the fuck he found himself in a game of gay chicken with the Wolverine.
Logan’s phone begins to ring, startling both men as the older one rips away from Wade.
Much to Wade’s disappointment, Logan grabs his cell, where he left it on the kitchen table, and reads the caller id.
Instantly, the dark look in his eyes melt away as a small, fond smile blooms across his face before he answers it. “Hey, kid—“
Wade is just about to mouth the words “Who is it?” to him despite knowing it’s Laura, whenever Logan’s smile drops into a frown, brows knitting together in concern.
“Hold up— slow down, what happened?” He questions, beginning to pace now.
A chilling unease creeps its way through Wade’s veins as he hops off of the kitchen counter in an attempt to listen in.
Logan’s movements abruptly stop. “Okay, I’m coming to get you, don’t worry— No, you don’t need to apologize, kid, I got you, don’t worry. Where are you at again?”
“What’s happening?” Wade tries to whisper to him, but Logan only holds a finger out to shush him.
“Okay, I’m on my way. You gonna be alright until I get there? I can stay on the phone.” He offers, waiting for Laura’s response, as Wade really wishes he had super hearing at a time like this instead of stewing in his own anxieties over what’s happening. “Only if you’re sure, I’m one phone call away if any creep tries messing with you—“ Logan’s distress eases into something similar to amusement and relief, as he grins. “I know you can defend yourself, I have claws too. Okay, I’ll let you go now, I’ll be there soon. Bye.” He hangs up the phone and pockets it, before grabbing his coat off of the kitchen chair that it was haphazardly thrown over.
“Um, excuse me, Peanut?” Wade speaks up, concern laced through his tone, “What the fuck is happening? That was Laura, right? Is she okay?”
“She will be, it’s just a bunch of assholes at the mansion again.” A burst of protective anger flashes behind his eyes, before smothering out again, as he heads to the front door. “Can you call your cab driver friend?”
Wade nods, tugging out his phone as he finds Dopinder’s contact and shoots him a text. “I feel like a good chunk of the X-Men are assholes, but what did these particular ones do to her? Do we need to kill someone, because you know I’m always down.”
Logan shakes his head. “No, not yet at least. Laura says she has it handled. It was just a bunch of dumbass omega-level kids showing off and being too focused on trying their powers out on other students than the enemies in the danger room. So she put them in their place, and embarrassed the brats, but instead of the dumb fucks counting their luck, they came after her next. Laura did what she had to do when she punched one of them in the face, and broke his nose.”
Wade lets out a low whistle, “Sounds like he deserved it.”
“For sure.” Logan agrees, “Of fucking course she was the only one who got in trouble for it. Tight ass fucking Summers.” He rolls his eyes, but something akin to pride grows across his features. “Laura ended up stealing his car, and has been driving ever since. She says she’s at a gas station not too far from here, she’s just exhausted and isn’t sure how much longer she can safely drive, so I’m gonna pick her up. She also apologized and says she wasn’t thinking clearly, influenced by rage, but I think this was the best fucking reaction anyone could have had.”
Wade cackles hysterically, trying to catch his breath, before finally wheezing out his words. “Oh my God, she’s like you!” He wipes tears from his eyes, grin wide across his face, “Fucking grand theft auto-ing his ass!”
A small, self-pleased smile blooms across Logan’s lips at Wade’s words.
Wade’s hysteria is cut short as his phone rings in his hand.
He answers it, “Hey! Brown Panther—“ His easygoing grin turns to a confused frown as he takes in Dopinder’s frantic words over the line.
“DP! You can’t say that kind of thing over text message, what if the FBI gets involved? They could be listening in now!”
“Wha—“ Wade makes a face, as he glances towards Logan who’s very obviously eavesdropping with his heightened senses. “What are you talking about, Dopinder?”
“I will not confirm nor deny whether you called the right guy, but I will be at yours shortly— to make sure there’s no body, of course!” His accent’s thick as he rambles on, sounding paranoid.
“What?” Wade startles, “What body—“
But, he’s cut off by Dopinder again. “Yes, very good DP! There is no body, nothing of that sort!”
If Wade still had eyebrows, they would be furrowed in confusion, “Dopinder, Brown Panther, Buddy. What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Don’t make me say it!” He practically pleads over the line.
“I am genuinely wildly fucking confused, what body are you talking about?” Wade shoots Logan another worried look. “Buddy, are you good?”
Dopinder lets out a frustrated noise, as he whispers into the line as if it would prevent any FBI agents from listening in. “You said you needed to hide a body!”
Wade bursts out laughing, “What? No! I said I needed a ride to find somebody.”
“But— but your message!” The cab driver sounds just as panicked as before, if not a little confused now too. “Is this some kind of prank like in those unfunny videos you always send me?”
“Hey!” Wade gasps out, offended, “My reels are not unfunny, you take that back!”
Logan, who’s getting fed up by the back and forth and just desperately wants to find Laura, lets out a warning growl as he swipes Wade’s phone out of the man’s hand. “Listen, Bub, he’s dyslexic and probably made some fucked up typos, but that’s all. We need a ride to pick up my—“ He stumbles over his words, as if unsure about what exactly his relationship is with the girl. “Laura. Can you do that or not?”
It was as if a light switched, as Dopinder responds, significantly less alarmed than before. “Oh! Of course, Mr. Wolverine, not a problem at all. Will I be picking you up from your home?”
Wade isn’t sure why his stomach does a somersault at Dopinder calling their place Logan’s home, but it did.
“Yeah, mine, Wade’s, and Al’s.” Logan agrees, unaware of the way Wade’s heart bursts at his confirmation. “How quick can you get here? We’re kind of on a time crunch.”
“I can be there in…” Dopinder trails off, before continuing. A horn honks twice outside their apartment window. “Now. Your taxi has arrived.”
“What the fuck?” Logan turns around and peers out of the blinds covering the window. “Okay, uh— Thanks, we’ll be down in a second.” He hangs up the phone as he passes it back to Wade who’s giddily shaking his hands.
“He’s fast, isn’t he? That’s why I call him the Brown Panther!” Wade grins as he follows Logan out their apartment door, turning to lock it, as he races to keep up with Logan’s pace.
Logan shoves open the main entrance to their apartment complex, pausing his stride to hold the door open for Wade.
“Such a gentleman!” Wade bats the remainder of his eyelashes at Logan, as the older man lets out a grunt, and lets the door swing shut behind him.
Dopinder honks his car horn with one hand as the other waves wildly at the two of them the second they came into his view.
Wade waves back, as Logan yanks open the car door and slides inside the backseat.
“Are you sitting in the front with me like usual, DP?” Dopinder questions.
“Mm…” Wade weighs his options for only a second or two, before moving to sit next to Logan in the back. A bright grin spreads across his face, as he scooches in close until their thighs are touching. “I think I’m gonna sit next to my fiancé tonight.”
Logan stiffens in his seat beside Wade, as the younger man reaches an arm out to hold onto his bicep.
Dopinder gasps as he twists in his seat to gape at his friend. “DP! You mean to tell me you and the Wolverine are engaged to be married?”
“We sure are, Brown Panther!” Wade beams at him, as he rests his head on Logan’s shoulder.
“This is such happy news! I’m very happy for the two of you, congratulations!” Dopinder lights up, as his eyes shift from Wade to Logan, then back to Wade again. “When is the wedding?”
Logan lets out a frustrated noise, “Can we discuss this later? I need to get to Laura before the Boy Scout does so I don’t have a reason to punch him in the face.”
Wade puts a hand up to the side of his mouth closest to Logan as he stage-whispers, “He’s worried about his daughter.”
“Ah,” Dopinder nods his head in solemn understanding, “Say no more!”
Before they know it, Wade and Logan are holding onto the oh-shit handles for dear life as Dopinder speeds down their street and onto the highway.
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To Wade and Logan’s surprise, they made it in one piece to the gas station Laura sent her location from.
Dopinder doesn’t even have the car in park before Logan spots a flashy, red sports car in the night, barely illuminated by the shitty gas station lights, as he throws open his door and hops out of the vehicle.
“Woah! Be careful, Peanut.” Wade calls out as the car jerks into place, but Logan is already half way across the lot by then.
Wade fumbles with his seatbelt, as he steps out of the same side, door still open, that Logan exited from. He turns to call back to Dopinder, “Thanks for doing this, we’ll be just a minute, promise!”
“It’s not a problem, DP!” The cab driver’s cheery tone trails behind Wade as he speed walks to the direction that he saw Logan disappear in.
Wade stops dead in his place, not wanting to ruin the moment as he sees Logan hugging Laura, her father’s head resting gently on top of her’s as he holds her close.
Wade lets out a small “Aww.” as both Wolverines’, still in their hug, snap their attention to him.
“Sorry!” Wade laughs softly, “Don’t let me ruin the moment.”
Laura rolls her eyes before separating from Logan, still standing close to his side as she beckons Wade to come to them.
When Wade doesn’t get the hint and stays firmly rooted in place, she verbalizes it instead. “Don’t just stand there, come here.”
He does as he’s told, skipping to stand in front of the two of them.
As Wade opens his mouth to ask if she’s okay and ready to head out, all words die on his tongue as she pulls him into a tight hug.
Heart warming at her action, a smile blooms across his mouth as he hugs her back instantly.
Wade lets out a small chuckles above her, “It’s nice to see you too, Little Peanut!”
Laura pulls back, smile soft across her face, “You too, Wade.” She turns behind her to where the stolen car resides, “Uh— Quick question, what do I do about that?” She points at the ugly thing.
“Don’t worry about it,” Logan shrugs her concern off, “We can leave it here.”
“What happens if someone steals it?” Wade questions, before side-eyeing Laura, “Again?”
“Keys?” Logan holds his hands out to the teen, as she digs it out of her pocket and hands it to him. “Thanks.”
He turns back to Wade, “Every means of transportation the X-Men have has some sort of tracker in it. Scott or someone else will find it by morning so I wouldn’t worry about it.”
Laura visibly tenses at the mention of his name.
Logan notices without her having to say anything. “Don’t worry about him either, kid. I’ll handle it if he tries to start some shit.”
She avoids his eyes, her own carefully trained on the pavement below. “I’m sorry.” She mumbles out.
“Don’t be, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Logan’s quick to reassure her as he places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Same genetics or not, I would have done the same thing as you.”
Laura lets out a scoff, as she rolls her eyes again, but the tension in her shoulders visibly eases up at Logan’s words.
“I’m not related, but I would have done the same thing too!” Wade pipes up with an encouraging smile directed towards Laura, as a small smile of her own tugs at the corners of her mouth.
“Actually, Bub—“ Logan arches a brow at him, “You kind of are related. Same healing factor, remember?”
Wade’s smile drops so fast as it’s replaced by a look of horror instead. “Oh my fucking God, no, don’t say that. We’re not actually related! Those fucks just inserted your genes into me like some fucked up blood transfusion or like I was a sperm donor recipient, but without being pumped full with your kid. You cannot say we’re related when we just fucking kissed, Peanut, Jesus fucking Christ—“
Eyes wide, Laura cuts off Wade’s disgusted rambling as she whirls around on the two of them. “You what?”
“Huh?” Logan looks just as confused as Wade feels right now, “Wade has my healing factor because of some fucked up experiment that was supposed to cure his cancer. I didn’t give that dna willingly, and those evil fucks lied and experimented on him instead—“
“Not that!” Laura hisses out, mouth gaped open in disbelief at both men’s cluelessness, “I’m talking about the fact that you two kissed? Since when was that happening?” She eyes both of them frantically, “Since when were you happening?”
Logan flushes as red as Scott’s car at Laura’s words, while Wade only giggles as a Cheshire Cat grin spreads across his face.
Logan looks to Wade for help, but the mercenary only grins impossibly wider, “It’s your call, Peanut.” He leans forward and plants a smooch to Logan’s cheek as he skips past him and a baffled Laura to hop on and sit down on the hood of Scott’s car.
“Uh—“ Logan tries, looking wildly uncomfortable as his ears burn a fiery red.
Laura fixes him with a raised eyebrow, as she crosses her arms across her chest. “Logan.” It comes out more as an impatient demand than a question.
Logan lets out a heavy exhale, as he scrubs a hand across his face. “One, we’re not happening, and two, since Wade and I had to fake our engagement so the TVA wouldn’t send me back to my universe.”
Laura’s eyes widen in shock, or maybe it was fear, Wade couldn’t tell from his angle on the car.
“What?!” She cries out, “Engagement? They’re trying to deport you?”
Logan simply nods.
“What?” Laura asks again like a broken record, “But— you have family here! Me, I’m family, right?” She stutters over her words, brows pinching in anger.
“Of course you’re family,” Logan’s quick to reassure her, “But there was some stupid fucking documentation issue—“
“Due to sabotage!” Wade unhelpfully chimes in from where he’s swinging his feet in front of him on top of the car.
“—And the only thing I could think of to let me stay for now was marriage.” Disgruntled, Logan finishes.
Laura stares at him, eyes narrowed in anger at the TVA for putting Logan in this predicament to begin with, but also utter disbelief that this was his and Wade’s solution.
“But everything’s okay now, right?” Laura questions, uncertainty lacing her tone. “They’re gonna let you stay?”
“Yeah, as long as Wade and I get hitched in a little less than ninety days. All of this only just happened this weekend, I was gonna fill you in later next week over dinner, but now’s as good as a time as any.” Logan explains.
Laura’s brow arches at him, “So that’s why you two kissed? To sell the engagement?”
“Well,” Wade cuts in as he jumps down from the car, “I would like to think it was more than that, perhaps it was like that song, and Logan thought I looked beautiful tonight— Oh, wait! That reminds me, we actually kissed tonight, so you haven’t missed too much, Laura!” Wade grins, as Logan shoots him a look from above Laura. Wade ignores it, “But to answer your question, Little Peanut, yes! We kissed because our friends, Nessa and Peter, my beautiful ex and the guy with the magnificent mustache— you remember them, right?“ He waits for Laura to nod in response, so she does. “—Yeah! So after we told them our fake-gagement story, they insisted we kiss, so we did. And can I just say,” Wade stage-whispers to Laura, “Tu padre sabe besar.”
Laura’s brows crinkle in disgust, “I don’t need to know that.”
Logan lets out a growl, face turning red again whether from embarrassment or anger, Wade didn’t know, but it was probably both.
“Wait, so who knows you guys aren’t actually together?” Laura questions.
“Just the three of us and Al, thanks to Logan.” Wade glares at him.
Logan narrows his brows at him. “Bub, she literally fucking lives with us, she knows we’re not together.”
“That’s not what she thought the other night!” Wade protests.
Logan scoffs, brushing him off, before turning his attention back to Laura. “I’m sorry we’re dragging you into this mess, I’m not trying to ask you to lie, I wouldn’t—“
Laura shakes her head furiously, “No, don’t do that. If anyone asks me, you two are so head-over-heels in love that it’s disgusting and I don’t want to talk about it any further.”
Wade beams, as he tosses an arm around Logan and pulls him close. “Damn right we are!”
Logan rolls his eyes, but doesn’t shove Wade off of him. “Thanks, kid.”
“No problem, it’s not like it’s too far from the truth anyway. Can we go now?” Laura brushes past them as if she didn’t just imply they were in love.
Wade giggles as he approaches Scott’s car window, a thin layer of pollen coats it from Laura’s car-jacking hijinks. “Give me one second, I have something I need to do.” He says, as he uses his index finger to write ‘Wash me! :)” onto the windshield.
Logan snorts as he approaches Wade, “If you really want to leave a message, this is how it’s done.” He unsheathes one claw as he scrapes it along the paint job on the vehicle, only stopping whenever he’s standing in front of Wade.
“Great,” Laura groans, “Now he’s gonna think that was me.”
A mischievous grin crosses Logan’s face, “Not for long.” He resheathes his claw and uses his finger instead to write in the dust on the glass as Wade had a second ago.
Wade leans forward, over Logan’s shoulder to try to see what the man’s writing on the passenger window says.
“Nice… Cat?” Wade questions.
“Car,” Logan corrects, as he steps aside and reads out his words. “Nice car, Slim.”
“Who’s slim?” Laura’s brows crinkle, trying to place the name.
“Scott.” Logan and Wade say in unison, as Logan gives the younger man a questioning look as if to say “how did you know that’s what I call him?” before remembering better that Wade knew a lot of things that he shouldn’t know.
“Alright, let’s get going now.” Logan claps a hand on both Laura’s and Wade’s shoulders as he guides them to the direction of Dopinder’s waiting car.
Wade runs ahead and knocks on their cab driver’s window, startling the man from where he was stalking his ex-girlfriend’s Instagram page from a finsta account.
Dopinder smiles at his friend as he unlocks the doors.
Wade slides across the hood of the car to get to the passenger seat as Logan opens and closes Laura’s door for her and walks around to the other side to get in.
Dopinder turns in the driver’s seat so that he can get a view of all three of his passengers, “It is very nice to see you again Little Wolverine! Are we ready to go DP and family?”
“We sure are, Brown Panther!” Wade grins from beside him, as he glances up into the rear view mirror to see Laura give Dopinder a small smile, before resting her head on Logan’s shoulder and shutting her eyes.
Dopinder shifts out of park as he carefully backs out of the gas station and onto the street.
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It’s already three in the morning by the time they arrive back to their apartment building.
Logan’s gently shaking Laura awake, as Wade high-fives Dopinder, telling his friend his gratitudes and goodbyes.
“It’s not a problem, DP!” Dopinder beams at the man, “Let me know if you need a fancy limousine driver for your wedding! I may not have a limousine, but I can rent one and a fancy tux to go with it. I can even bring a bottle of champagne!”
Wade grins, “That sounds perfect, Brown Panther! The hubby and I will definitely take you up on that offer.” He turns to see Logan shutting the car door behind Laura as she rubs her eyes of any leftover sleep. “Isn’t that right, snookems?” He calls to Logan.
“Huh?” Logan looks up at him, pretending like Wade and Dopinder’s conversation catches up to his exhausted brain. “Yeah, whatever, that’s fine. Thanks, Bub.” He calls out vaguely as he keys in the entrance code for the apartment complex door for him and Laura.
“Not a problem, Wolverine, sir!” Dopinder calls back to him, as Logan disappears inside with Laura. The cab driver’s smile suddenly drops, turning deathly serious. “DP, if you ever need help hiding a body, you know where to find me.”
Startled, Wade bursts out in nervous laughter. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind, thanks, Dopinder. Now go get some rest, you crazy bitch!” Then Wade is running inside and locking the main entrance’s door behind him, before racing up the steps to their apartment.
He swings open their front door, unbothered by the way it slams against the wall inside.
Logan shoots him a death glare at the sudden, loud noise.
“Where’s Little Peanut?” Wade wonders aloud.
Logan shushes him, voice low as he grits out, “She’s in the bathroom, washing her face. You don’t have to be so fucking loud, I don’t want you waking up Al—“
“It’s too fucking late for that, motherfucker.” Al interrupts him from her bedroom doorway, nightgown on as she holds Mary Puppins. “Where the fuck did you two dumbasses sneak off to anyway?”
“They were picking me up, I’m sorry, Al.” Laura apologizes, looking sheepish, as she steps out of the bathroom.
Al’s pissed off face immediately softens upon hearing the teen. “Aw, Laura, don’t worry about it. Is everything okay?”
“It is now.” She smiles at Al despite her not being able to see it. “Is it okay for me to stay the night?”
“Of fucking course it is, baby,” Al encourages, “You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like.”
“Thanks, Al.” Laura’s smile grows wider as it meets her eyes.
“Of course, now I’m going back to bed, and you two motherfuckers,” She turns to face Wade and Logan’s general direction, “Better keep it fucking down. Goodnight, Laura.”
Laura tries to hide her grin from Wade’s outraged look as Logan rolls his eyes at him. “Goodnight, Al.”
The older woman turns around, Mary Puppins still in her arms, as she shuts the bedroom door behind her.
“And to think!” Wade’s voice is at a much lower volume than before, “She didn’t even want us to keep Mary, now look at her!”
“Looks like Al loves the dog more than you.” A smirk tugs at the corner of Logan’s mouth as he sasses.
Offended, Wade gasps out, “You take that back!”
Logan ignores him as he turns back to Laura, who’s watching them with a curious smile on her face, “What’s that look for?”
“Hm? Oh, nothing.” Laura shakes it off.
Logan arches a brow at her, but lets it go. “Wade and I can sleep on the floor. Laura, you can take our bed for the night. Fair warning though, it’s uncomfortable as fuck.”
“Thanks, and that’s okay, it can’t be any worse than the beds they have at the mansion.”
Logan’s eyes light up at her words, “Right? When I used to stay there, it felt like I was sleeping on cardboard. For someone so fucking loaded, you’d think Charles would have at least splurged for some better mattresses.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Laura enthusiastically agrees.
Wade, feeling left out, chimes in. “That sucks for you guys, but I’ve literally had to share a bed with Al for years, and now a couch with Logan.”
Logan scoffs, “Oh please, you barely sleep on the couch anyway, Bub, you’re too busy using me as a body pillow instead.”
Laura raises a brow at this, that same little curious smile from earlier returns again, but she stays quiet.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Wade narrows his eyes at him, “I don’t hear you complaining about it every time you cuddle me!”
Logan shoots him an incredulous look, “Okay, first of all, I’ve never cuddled you—“
“Lies!” Wade interrupts him.
“And second of all,” Logan continues, unphased, “If I did, it was so I wouldn’t fall off of the bed because you never stay on your side of it.”
“You literally just admitted to it!” Eyes sparkling with triumph, Wade whisper-shouts before turning to Laura. “Laura, tell me you heard that too!”
Instead of responding, she rolls her eyes, something akin to fondness softening her features.
Logan rolls his eyes too, but both Wade and Laura could see the dark blush that spread across his cheeks and the tip of his nose. “Whatever, I’m going to bed, Bub. G‘night, Wade. G’night, Laura.”
“Goodnight.” Wade and Laura respond in chorus, as Logan leaves the room only to return a moment later with an armful of mix-matched pillows and blankets of various pink cartoon characters, hockey teams, and floral bedding that can only be best described as “grandma core.”
Wordlessly, he and Wade pop out the pullout sofa together, as Logan snatches a pillow and one of Wade’s pink blankets off the couch as he tosses them both on the floor, at the foot of the makeshift bed and lies down on it.
Laura crawls onto the sofa bed as it lets out a horrid creak.
“Don’t mind that!” Wade cheerily reassures her as she freezes in place, “It’s always been broken, just be careful of the bedsprings poking through near the feet, Little Peanut. I know you have a healing factor, but I don’t want you hurting yourself, m’kay?”
Laura eyes the spot Wade was talking about suspiciously, before tossing a spare pillow on top of it. “Got it, thanks, Wade.”
“Not a problem, goodnight, Little Peanut!” He smiles at her as he turns off the lamp on the end table beside them, before pulling one of Al’s spare blankets off the couch and onto the floor with him, forgoing a pillow for himself, as he rests his head on Logan’s chest.
Logan merely grunts in response, before wrapping an arm around Wade and pulling him under the blanket with him.
“Cuddling.” Wade stage-whispers to Laura, as she shakes her head in amusement, before finally lying down too.
“Goodnight, Wade.” Laura echoes out into the darkness of their home.