pov: Logan
Wolverines are not natural hibernating creatures. Even though Logan doesn’t hibernate, he does sleep heavier in the winter. His nightmares seem to lessen too. But maybe that's just Wade’s influence.
The loudmouth still hasn’t figured out how to shut up for once, and the Christmas season hasn’t helped. Logan didn’t expect much out of him besides shitty hot chocolate and binge watching Hallmark movies. Although it wasn’t that bad. As long as he could spike his hot chocolate and insult the characters for their ignorance. Why does every one of those movies end with an airport meeting? He’ll never get it, but if Wade likes it, he supposes he could indulge him.
He was currently sitting cross-armed on the couch, a corny Dollar Tree Santa hat on his bed-head. Wade had insisted, well, more like begged to watch a Hallmark movie on Christmas Eve. Normally Logan would tell the merc to piss off and not do something so childish, but maybe he was feeling the Christmas spirit too. He would never admit it, though.
The Santa hat was an addition from Laura. He had immediately wanted to tear it up with his claws, but she gave him the best damn kicked puppy expression he’s ever seen, and he caved. After he put it on, she cackled, practically skipping over to Wade, who slipped her a twenty. He growled, but had to admit it was comforting to see them get along.
He leaned his head back, zoning out and not paying attention to the movie. Wade was currently spouting out so much information about the movie, it just went in one of his ears and out the other. Occasionally, Wade nudged his shoulder, telling him a fact about the movie that he just nodded to. Wade was sure to notice eventually that he wasn’t paying attention, but for right now he didn’t.
He must’ve dozed off, because his eyes flickered open to the credits rolling down the screen. He groaned, rubbing his hair and accidentally knocking the hat off. Wade had disappeared from beside him, so he stood up to go look for him.
Althea and Laura were out somewhere, so it was just him and the jackass alone. If you didn’t count Mary Puppins, who was licking her own stomach under the kitchen table. He reached down to scratch her head, trying to avoid his claws coming out. She leaned up into it, her tongue drooping out of her mouth. A small smile appeared on his face as he stood up.
He heard whistling coming from the kitchen, and he turned to see Wade. And holy fucking Jesus—
Wade was practically naked, only wearing a pair of sweatpants and a ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron slung over his chest. He didn’t notice Logan’s stare, whistling to himself as he mixed something in a bowl. As Logan approached, it looked like ingredients for cookies. He growled, wrapping his arms around the man. Wade let out a squeak of surprise before relaxing back into the touch.
“Didn’t know kitty cats got clingy during winter,” Wade teased, smiling to himself at Logan’s clinginess. Logan muttered a reply, his claws slightly peeking out at the tease. He didn’t mind it, not really, but he had an image to keep up. Even if it was just them.
“What’re you making, bub?” He asked, tucking his head into Wade’s shoulder, trying to get comfortable. He inhaled his scent, a purr rumbling in his chest at the familiar smell. Wade was somehow always able to comfort him, whether he was asleep or not.
“Sugar cookies, leaving the frosting off so we can decorate them later,” he explained, as he stopped mixing the cookie dough to scratch Logan’s hair. He muttered a reply, not picking his head up from Wade’s shoulder. He loved head scratches as much as Mary Puppins.
Wade finished mixing the cookies, putting them onto a baking pan. “Move, Wolvie, so I can put these in.” Logan grumbled, but stepped back. Once Wade had shut the door to the oven, Logan immediately latched onto his back again. He didn’t know if it was the cold outside, but he felt like he would go crazy if he was away from Wade.
Wade chuckled, untying his apron and setting it over a chair. “Get off for a sec, I have a surprise.” Logan smirked. “Do you mean that sexually or not?” Wade smirked, walking off into their shared room. Well, it wasn’t their room, they just kept their stuff in there.
Wade came back with two sweaters tossed over his arm. Logan rolled his eyes, but begrudgingly put one on. He blushed in embarrassment when he read what it said. ‘I’m so good, Santa came twice.’ He rolled his eyes as Wade cackled, but he smiled once he saw what Wade was wearing. A sweater that read ‘In this house we celebrate Toyotathon.’ Wade smiled, leading Logan into the living room. He guessed they were watching another movie while the cookies baked.
He was content to curl up with Wade, nuzzling into his side. Wade probably didn’t want the weight of a 300 pound metal skeleton body on him, but he didn’t hear any complaints.
They watched another crappy Hallmark movie, Logan actually paying attention this time. The storyline was interesting, he had to admit. The bride at the end landed in the pool with bleach, making him laugh.
He stayed like that, warm and comfortable, until the two girls came home. Wade greeted them with a wave, asking Laura to get the cookies out. She grumbled, but did it when she saw that neither of them were getting up anytime soon.
Althea was complaining about store prices as she walked into her room, but Logan knew she wouldn’t have taken Laura out if she couldn’t afford it. He yawned, planning on staying there for the rest of the night.
“Come on, Lo-Lo, time to decorate.” Wade nudged his shoulder, making him grumble in protest. He almost stuck his claws into Wade, but stopped before he did. Wade, as annoying as he was, hadn’t done anything to deserve being impaled. Yet.
He got up slowly, walking into the kitchen to help Laura and Wade decorate. Althea was probably going to lay down after her excursion. He helped get the frosting bags out, Wade filling them up with chilled icing from the fridge.
Laura decorated her cookie first, making a holiday scene involving the four of them, five if you included the dog. Logan made his simple, a classic snowman. Wade, obviously being the theatrical one of the group, made a gingerbread man saying a lewd joke. Logan tried to cover it up, but Laura was already laughing at it.
He smiled, happy to share this moment with people he had grown to care about. Sure, they could be (and were), a pain in his ass, but he loved them. Even Mary Puppins, who was currently begging for a bite of his cookie.
Don’t tell anyone, but the dog is his favorite.