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Wade’s changing shifts at the bodega where he’s been spending his mornings and some of his afternoons. He can’t say that his job change was related to anything other than pregnancy-related anxiety, but when he’d told Logan that he didn’t want to continue merc jobs until after the babies came, Logan had breathed a sigh of relief.
He shrugs into his coat and waves a little two fingered salute at the girl he’s leaving behind the counter, ready to go home after a thrilling six hour shift at the counter.
Logan’ll be home in about two hours, so Wade just need to get home and take care of the dogs and then maybe he’ll put on something nasty and wait in the bedroom for Logan to get home.
That’s his plan anyway, but we all know nothing every truly goes as planned for Wade Wilson, and he glares at the author even as they type this, knowing what happens next won’t be ideal for him.
There’s an icy patch, about half a block away from home, and he’s careful— Always so careful on it, but his phone pings, a text from Logan about dinner, and he opens it and looks down at it long enough to just catch the patch too-fast, and then he’s going down hard on his ass on the concrete.
“Fuck, god damn it—” he winces, and looks at the phone he’d dropped when he hit the ground, screen now shattered and black from where he landed with it in his hand and addresses me directly, “You live up to your name, Strawberry Bitch.”
It’s not so bad because his neighbor comes bustling out of her house to help him stand, “You poor thing, I saw you fall. I told my husband this morning, I said, Timmy, we gotta salt the sidewalk cause the city isn’t gonna do it for us, and he laughed me off, so it’s all his fault. Oh, are you okay, my dear?”
Wade winces, shooting a glare over his elderly neighbor’s shoulder at me, and lets her pull him to his feet, “Thanks, Sharon, I’m okay. But maybe I’ll send Logan over a little later to put salt out for you, if Tim can’t be bothered? You need to be careful out here.”
He plants one hand low on his belly and holds onto her elbow, lets her brush his back off, the little crunchy bits of ice she brushes off him pelting the slick sidewalk.
He helps her hobble back into the house before he heads home, because taking care of the elderly has always been important to Wade.
His plans had been to get into something skimpy but he potties the dogs and then he’s into a hot shower, no longer sore from his fall, but a little anxious. There’s a pint of extra triple fudge brownie in the freezer and it’s calling to him, so he gets into a pair of Logan’s sweats and his own big thick hoodie and then lands on the couch with the dogs and his pint, and about an hour later, that’s where Logan finds him, sobbing.
For some fuckass reason, Wade had decided to watch PS I Love You, one of the saddest ‘rom coms’ in existence.
“Sweetheart— What— You didn’t respond to my text, what’s going on? Are you alright?” Logan’s through the door and sitting down to pull Wade into his arms in an instant, and Wade just cries all the harder.
“You have to promise to tell me if you’re gonna die— You can’t just leave me a bunch of stupid fucking letters after you’re already gone because I cannot fucking handle that, Logan you have to swear it—” And he knows, he knows, this is out of left field and Logan is probably very confused but Wade just can’t help sobbing as he sinks deeper into Logan’s arms, dropping his spoon and slipping his cold hands under Logan’s coat and then to his back under his shirt, just trying to get skin on his skin, “I just love you and I can’t live without you, and then the idea of you sending me letters after your gone, I think that would kill me—”
Logan reaches behind him for the remote and clicks the television off so the stupid movie will stop playing in the background and just rocks him, bewildered, until he stops babbling and crying and snotting all over the outside of Logan’s winter coat.
When Wade is finally calm, Logan pulls back to press kisses to his face, regardless of the tear streaks staining his scarred face, “You wanna tell me what the hell this was about, bub? You didn’t answer, you just read my text and didn’t reply.”
Oh, yeah. Wade is an idiot.
“I slipped on the ice outside Shar’s and Tim’s and broke my phone.” Wade’s just gotten his breathing under control, as the look of panic crosses Logan’s face, “Will you take some rock salt over that way for their sidewalk, later?”
“You fell? Are you alright? Do we need to go see a doctor? The babies—”
“Logan. I’m fine.” Wade’s suddenly sour, because he’s not a child and he can take care of himself, “The babies are fine.”
Logan stands and starts to strip out of his coat, before he pulls out his phone, and Wade sits back and crosses his arms, brow furrowing. Logan dials without another word to Wade, because he’s pacing back and forth in front of the sofa.
“Hank? Do you have a minute— No, it’s not for me. Wade slipped on the ice and fell— No, no, he says he’s alright. No, do you think we should come in for an exam? Okay— One second.” Logan turns to him finally, pacing stopped, and holds the phone out to Wade, who grimaces and takes it with a hard look at his fiancé.
“Haaank. My furry little buddy. I’m fine, and I think this call was completely unnecessary. Will you tell Logan that my healing factor can handle a little slip’n’fall?”
“Mister Wilson, are you feeling alright? No residual aches from the fall?” Hank’s voice is kind on the other end of the line, “Healing factor working as usual, with no residual pain?”
“Nope,” Wade pops his ‘p’ giving Logan the finger, who rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across the room, where he’s just hung up his coat, “No more pain than usual. I’m fine, I took a shower, I had a good cry, watched half of a stupid sad movie, and now I’m gonna make Logan go get me something for dinner.”
“Alright, Wade, if you’re sure you’re alright. We’ll do a thorough examination at your next appointment, yes? If you’ll pass the phone back to Logan, I’ll assure him that you’re alright. You know your body better than anyone.” Wade thanks Hank quietly and passes the phone back to Logan, who’d come to sit next to him and right his leaking tub of ice cream so that it wasn’t spilling chocolatey-goodness where Puppins could lick it up.
“Hank— No, oh. Oh, f’course. Yeah. Thank you, Hank. Thanks, yeah, see you next week.” Logan sets his phone down on the coffee table in front of them, and puts his head in his hands for a moment, before he turns to Wade, “Are you sure—”
“If you don’t stop worrying about that—” Wade stands from the couch and stalks across the floor, eyes filling with hot, angry tears, “I can take care of myself.”
He leaves Logan to clean up the ice cream, leaves his busted phone sitting on the coffee table, and locks himself in the bathroom for twenty minutes, where he washes his face and has another, unreasonable feeling cry.
A little while later, with Wade still a little teary eyed at the sink, he hears a small knock on the door.
“Sweetheart, you mind comin’ out?” Logan calls through the door, and Wade wants to scream in frustration at himself for blowing up on his fiancé. He must be too hungry, and that’s why he got so angry.
“One— One second.” He wipes frantically at his face, smearing a little snot and tears before he runs the tap and splashes his face. He looks at himself in the mirror, now replaced with a brand new pane of glass. He’s put his fist through the one that had been installed in the house when they moved in, his emotions at learning of his pregnancy making him volatile enough to lash out that awful day. It’s better now, he’s been deliriously happy about the babies, about every thing. His emotions feel a little wild today, but he's been better.
It’s been a lot easier, Logan making every effort to make Wade’s pregnancy stress free and easy, and all Wade has done is respond with his up and down emotions. He sniffles a little bit, and splashes his face once more before he turns off the tap and grabs the fluffy white hand towel off the rack before he shuffles his feet across the floor and brings himself over to the door.
When he cracks it, Logan peeks in, wearing his reading glasses, and holding his phone up for Wade to see.
Wade swings the door wide, confused, even as Logan pulls Wade into his arms, wrapping them around Wade and tucking his chin over Wade’s shoulder.
“What—”
“Gotta get you a new phone, bub. This one’s on special, and I think it comes in pink, and it’s got twice the storage as the old one.” Wade swallows around a lump in his throat. The phone in question is a pretty penny, but it’s got a bold ‘refurbished’ header on it, so Wade knows that Logan is not only being practical, but smart about this purchase, “If I buy it t’night before eight it’ll be delivered by ten tomorrow morning, and I can do my best and set it up for you, so you have it when you get back from work. I’ll call Laura and have ‘er walk me through it.”
Wade feels light headed.
“Baby, I don’t work tomorrow.” He leans back into Logan’s chest and flushes hard when his stomach grumbles, and Logan drops a hand to his belly, instantly picking up on Wade’s discomfort, “Are you—”
Logan presses a kiss to the side of Wade’s neck, right where his ear and his neck meet, and Wade shivers, suddenly a lot more horny than hungry.
“Dinner’s taken care of, I ordered dim sum. I got a little extra, but it’s just us tonight. I’ll have to go get it but it shouldn’t be too long.”
Wade’s mouth waters, and his pussy throbs and he’s a little dazed in the moment even as Logan walks him back to the couch, hand low on his belly, thumb and first finger slipping up under the hem of his hoodie to rub at his skin there, and Wade moans low, but doesn’t do much else but cling to Logan’s other hand as they separate long enough for Logan to sit. Wade sits down on his lap, tucks himself with his legs over Logan’s, so that he can stoop a little and tuck his head down onto Logan’s chest, and Logan wraps his arms around him.
“I’m not feeling so hot. I didn’t mean to blow up on you.” He practically spits the words out, even as his eyes well up with tears, horny, and hungry, and confused. Emotionally he feels like a nightmare.
Logan hums quietly and thumbs over his phone with one hand, and rubs Wade’s back with the other, “‘M not too worried about you being a little upset, as long as you’re alright. I was just worried that you or the babies would be hurt. I’ve never done this before, bub. I met Laura when you did, y’know, so I never got the chance t’— I mean. This is new t’ me. Y’ want the phone then?”
Wade nods, and sniffles a little, taking his hand off Logan’s chest long enough to butt the palm of it into his eye and rub like he can stop his little pathetic tears from coming out, “I didn’t mean to get mad. I feel crazy right now. Like I’m hangry, but I wanna rub all over you like a cat. I’m soaking wet right now.”
Logan presses a few buttons on his phone, and then clicks the lock on it, shutting the screen off and tossing it down on the couch next to him.
“We’ve got about twenty more minutes before I’ve gotta pick up dinner,” He tugs Wade more fully into his lap and presses his hands up under his hoodie to slide it up into Wade’s armpits and thumb at his nipples, making Wade giggle a little, even as he rubs his prickly chin against Wade’s throat to press kisses under his chin.
He helps Wade shift onto his knees, so that he’s straddling Logan’s waist, and they’re rocking their hips to grind against each other. He feels Logan start to chub up as Wade grinds down on him, and the other man tweaks both Wade’s nipples sharp before he leans his head down so that he can suck one into his mouth.
He slides his hands to Wade’s waist to direct the shifting of his hips, plants his feet into the hard wood and bucks his hips up, making Wade moan as he grinds his pussy into Logan’s jean covered cock, the thin material of his sweatpants not diminishing any of the sensation, the slick feeling of his cunt over lacy panties exquisite.
They don’t often have time to neck and grind on each other like a couple of teenagers, and Wade will absolutely make an asinine ‘dry humping’ joke later, but as Logan slips his hand down the front of Wade’s sweats he knows Logan can feel exactly how wet the he actually is, finding divine proof that there’s nothing dry about how Wade is humping him.
He bites Wade’s tender nipple and Wade jolts— Grabs at Logan’s shoulders with both hands because he feels unsteady, and Logan suckles the bud between his lips and tongues at it, laving over the scarred thing even as he feels the little indents from his teeth disappearing.
Logan helps Wade slide his pants down far enough that he’s exposed, and Logan is not surprised to find a pair of lacy underwear under Wade’s black sweatpants, gusset soaked nearly through from how wet Wade is, and Wade gets Logan’s belt undone in record speed, pulling Logan’s cock out through his zip without a moment of preamble. They shuffle just a little, and end up with Wade’s back to Logan’s chest, held in his arms as he sits on Logan’s cock, reaching between his own legs to help guide it into his own hole.
He sits down and takes just a breath, legs all tangled in his own pants that are pulled down only to his knees, as Logan grabs him by the thighs and bodily moves Wade up and down on his cock, holding Wade’s legs together as the other man grasps at Logan’s wrists to keep himself steady.
Logan leans his head to the side and presses a kiss to the side of Wade’s neck, foiled a little by the thick hood of his sweater, and he jolts Wade in his arms, “Off, take this off—”
Wade takes a beat, a little dick drunk, so Logan jolts him a second time, enough to rattle the bald man out of his thoughts so that he can slip his sweater over his head and drop it to the couch next to them. He leans down without being asked and removes the remnants of his pants, which cling around one knee and one calf as they’ve slid down a bit every time Logan’s fucked up into Wade.
Finally naked, Wade leans back, pressing his hands to his own tits for a moment to shiver as Logan pulls him down onto his cock, and then back up. Logan knows Wade likes how physical Logan is with him, something about being 6’2 and still being tossed around like a little fuck doll drives Wade crazy, and Wade knows that he’s been doing it more frequently now that he’s pregnant because it amps Wade up so much so fast.
Logan flexes his arms and shifts Wade so that he’s side-straddle on Logan’s lap, cock plunging into his hole a little easier as Logan rocks Wade to and fro, slipping one strong arm around his low back and holding on under Wade’s knees. Wade throws his left arm around Logan’s right shoulder, clinging to him with his other hand on Logan’s left shoulder and leaning in when Logan presses a kiss to the side of his mouth. It’s a little uncoordinated, but Wade pants and sighs as Logan licks the backs of his teeth and sucks Wades tongue into his mouth, fucking him slow even though Wade knows they’re on a real time crunch. Logan’s still wearing those fucking old man glasses and their breath makes them fog up just a bit in the cool air of the house.
Wade is ordinarily irresistible, but pregnant, Logan wants to either be in him, or tasting him, it seems to Wade, and Wade will never argue with a horny Wolverine. He can’t help but cling as hard as he can to his fiancé, the both of them holding tight to the other, breathing in each other’s air and pressing their tongues together like they can combine them to make one fucked up super-tongue between them, but then Wade thinks that maybe the fucked up thoughts that zip through his mind are a little to crazy to voice sometimes, even for him, so he just swallows the spit Logan pushes into his mouth and opens his lips wider to accept more.
Logan breaks their kisses to pant a little, and Wade buts his forehead up against Logan’s and brushes his hand through the hair on the side of his head, knocking into his glasses, bullying Logan back into kissing him again because the taste of his fiancé is just too sweet, to good to keep away from.
Suddenly there’s a little beeping noise coming from Logan’s phone— An alarm letting him know it’s time to go, and he suddenly flexes again and picks up the speed he’s fucking Wade with, plowing into him so hard that Wade has to cling to his shoulders because otherwise he feels like he might go flying. He wraps his left arm around Logan’s shoulder, leans in, and reaches down with his right hand so that he can rub and jerk at his fat little dick, stomach clenching even as he gets two fingers around it and starts to stroke in earnest— Presses his face to the side of Logan’s neck and pants open mouthed kisses into the skin there, sweaty and salty and Logan.
When he comes he comes hard, legs shaking and his stomach aching a little from how hard his muscled clenched, and then Logan’s shooting off inside him, not exactly together, but close enough that Wade’ll rate it a ten out of ten on the quickie scale.
Logan gets Wade bundled up back in his sweatpants, and Wade is almost certain that the reason he can’t find his black panties is because Logan stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans, the man an insatiable freak— Something that will flatter and please Wade well into the rest of their forever-long lives together.
The Wolverine helps him back into his comfy clothes, sliding the hoodie over his head even as he sits on the couch, and then tucks him into the corner of their sofa and turns the television onto something that he thinks wont make Wade cry, Empire Strikes Back. It’s long enough of a film that it won’t even be half over by the time that Logan gets back with their food, and so he buckles Charlotte into her harness and collar, along with her little fluffy-hooded coat, and sets out the door to get their food, leaving Wade to wait. Mary snuffles on the big dog bed across the room, didn’t even get up when Logan called her to go with him. Wade is with her, if he can hibernate all winter instead of going out into the snow and ice, he will.
He does end up sucked into the movie for just a little while, feeling unusually queasy when Han Solo carves open the tauntaun, and Wade pauses the movie to take a trip to the bathroom, a little sick. That triggers Wade into wondering if morning sickness can happen in the evening, and since his phone is all busted up, Wade goes in search of his and Logan’s shared laptop. The problem is that he can’t find the cord, so he digs needlessly through their bedroom, unable to find where he had it last.
It’s not long before Logan comes through the door, setting the food down on the bench next to the door as he unhooks Charlotte, takes her coat off and brushes a little snow off the collar of the sweater she’s been wearing for the last day and a half.
“Wade? Sweetheart, I’ve got dinner,” He calls as he brings the bag in to set on the coffee table so that he can strip out of his own coat, and Wade bursts through the door to their bedroom with a frown and the laptop in one hand, battery dead as anything.
“Let me see your phone? I’m going crazy and I just need to—” Wade sets the laptop down and holds his hand out expectantly, and Logan pats his chest pocket, and then his front pockets on both sides before he finds it and hands it over, without even asking, “Wow, you don’t have a lock on this thing? And you just gave it to me, I could be looking at anything on here, you didn’t even question it. Not that this was a test, I just need to google—”
Logan lets him babble, waiting for a break in speech so that he can shrug and say, “I don’t have anything to hide from you.”
“That’s sweet. Okay google, can morning sickness happen all the time? Oh your phone isn’t listening. Uh, okay, I guess, where’s your search bar?” Logan holds his hand out and Wade passes the phone back, types a string of one fingered text, and then proceeds to flip his phone out so that Wade can see the results without saying anything, “Oh. Oh morning sickness can happen any time. Well that’s bullshit. I want a refund.”
“Y’want a refund on morning sickness?” Logan says idly, even as Wade sits and reaches for the bag that Logan is untying, “Not quite sure it works like that, sweetheart.”
Wade sits back and pouts, even as Logan starts setting containers of food along the table, opening them to check each one before he puts it in front of Wade or himself. There’s a box of siu mai for each of them, some custard buns for Wade, a box of shrimp fried rice for each, along with an assortment of dishes for them to share. There are all kinds of dumplings, and then a big container of fluffy looking char siu bao, roast duck, pai gwat. Logan sets his own two special boxes to the side, one with har gau, and one with feng zhao.
Ordinarily, Wade would turn up his nose at the box of chicken paws that Logan fervently loves, but when the other man opens the box to chew on one of the savory feet, Wade can’t help it when his mouth waters.
“I will quite literally die if you don’t share that with me. Right now.” Logan looks up at Wade, surprise written across his face. Wade has, in the past, been unwilling to even try a bite of the slightly spicy, savory dish, and for a moment Wade is afraid that Logan thinks he’s pulling some kind of prank— Until his stomach rumbles unflatteringly loudly in the quiet of the room, the movie remaining paused so that Wade could skip forward a bit to continue watching after they’d eaten, “Please, please, baby please give me one of your gross ass chicken feet. I will expire, I will fade away. Please share with me.”
And Logan huffs a little laugh around his mouthful of foot which is somehow incredibly endearing to Wade, and passes him the little take out container so that he can fish out a paw with his own chopsticks, “Have as many as you want,” Wade shoves one into his mouth to gnaw on it, and Logan nearly drops his from his mouth as he chuckles, “Wade you— Don’t eat the bones sweetheart, you just chew off the skin and the—”
“Don’t— Don’t say what it is I’m gonna figure it out. There’s not a lot of meat on this—” He says around a mouthful. He drops his chopsticks and grabs the thing, Wade holding it by the toes in one hand, and gnaws a little on the bone of the ankle anyway, until the skin and tendon comes away in his mouth. He knows he’s got sauce all over his mouth and hand, and he shifts the little fuckin thing around so that he can get all the little edible bits off of it before he tosses the bones onto a napkin on the table before he sucks all the sauce he can off his fingers, licking his tongue out over the palm of his hand.
Logan, the absolute menace, pulls Wade’s hand away from his mouth and leans in for what Wade thinks is a kiss— Only for Logan to lick a little bit of sauce off Wade’s face and make his pussy throb. Who knew dim sum could be so horrendously horny.
They eat their food while Leia kisses her brother to spite the love of her life, and then when the movie is over they head into the bathroom because Logan insists they take a nice hot bath together, and who is Wade to complain about that. He fucks Wade slowly in the bath, sucking dark hickies that disappear immediately across his neck and shoulders.
In the morning Wade rolls in the bed, over and over and over, and is disappointed when he doesn’t find Logan next to him. Something smells delicious, and it smells frankly, too much like bacon and coffee for Wade to roll around in bed any more and wait to find out that he missed out on it.
He slips from the bed, pants dragging low on his hips as he stretches his arms over his head. He’s a little sweaty, the bed still warm with two bodies heat, Logan a regular living furnace, so lovely to cuddle up to on a cold January morning. Wade drags his hoodie over his head and pouts just a little, and leaves the bedroom bare chested to find a hot mug of coffee and scald his whole esophagus with it.
When he steps into the kitchen he’s met with a blindingly beautiful sight, Logan in his briefs, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he flips a strip of perfectly crispy bacon onto a plate with a fork. He spies Wade from the corner of his eye and turns slightly away, and Wade has nearly reached him when he pulls the half smoked cigarette from his lips and turns to the bald man.
“Can I have—”
“Nope.” Wade pouts as Logan crushes the cigarette into the little glass ash tray in the middle of the stove top, rolling his eyes a little as Logan breathes the rest of the smoke from his lungful in the opposite direction from Wade.
“You know, I’ve been reading a little on the internet about how it’s actually worse for the baby for the mother to stop smoking suddenly—”
“Don’t care, you have a healing factor. We don’t know if they will.” Logan turns back to the bacon to pull another perfectly browned, dripping piece from the pan, “Besides that, it has to do with the stress on the mothers body, and I’ve been making sure you’re stress-free.”
Wade groans, and leans in close to sniff at Logan’s cheek, the smell of the cigarette smoke clinging to the hair there. He presses a kiss to Logan cheek, steals a strip of bacon, and backs off to sit at the table, “Yes mom. Whatever happened to bodily autonomy…” He grumbles a little, and waits while Logan plates up some more bacon, throwing a glance at Wade over his bare shoulder, smug look on his face.
When he turns back to the pan, Logan says with a growl, “You gave up bodily autonomy when you put my ring on your finger, sweetheart. You belong to me.”
Wade’s face and neck flush hot, and his panties absolutely flood, even as he puts his face in his hands and he groans, shifting in his seat, “That should not be that hot, oh my fuck.”
The phone is, surprisingly delivered an hour early, and it’s charged up enough out of the box for Wade to plug it in to his old, busted phone, and start the data transfer. Laura had suggested making sure the old phone was charged so they could do a cable-transfer when she called in the morning, calling to see if Wade and Logan would want to come and see her give a lecture at the school. She was excited and terrified, and they agreed that they would be there with bells on on Friday to hear her teach.
The old phone was a pretty old model, the same phone Wade had had since before he’d brought Logan home. He was a little worried that it wasn’t going to work, the data transfer. The issue was that Wade hated deleting pictures from his phone, paid for a monthly subscription for all his pictures to be backed up to some kinda cloud or some shit.
The picture he’s afraid to lose is one of Logan and Laura, their faces pressed into one of those animal cut outs at the zoo. Logan had taken the short one, because there was a stool behind the tall one, so Laura took the giraffe, and Logan had scrunched down to stick his whiskered face through the little meerkat. Wade has had that set as his background image for so long he’s not sure where the original image is in his back up. It’s been well over a year ago that he took it, and he takes so many pictures, and he doesn’t even know where to start.
He ends up pacing as the phones sit undisturbed on the table, thin little c-to-c cord connecting the busted up one to the good one. Logan, still in his shorts, sits on the couch with a book, glancing over the rims of his glasses at Wade as he paces.
“Bub, we can take another picture. We’ll see Laura on Friday, if its gone there’s nothing you can do now.”
Wade spins, shooting Logan a betrayed look, “I don’t want another picture,” It comes out sounding a little more hysterical than he means, and he brings a hand to his face to press it to his forehead, before he turns away to put his face in both hands and wipe away an invisible irritant, “I just want my zoo picture. It’s important.”
“Mm, alright. Well, if you want I’ll call Laura and she can walk me through tryin’ to find it with you.” Wade knows Logan isn’t trying to be dismissive, but he can’t help but try to blink back unhappy little tears. He walks into the bedroom and pulls on some jeans, not his cleanest pair, but still better than nothing, and a sweater. He’s got a Bea Arthur shirt tugged up and over his head and then he’s pulling on a wooly cap so that his head doesn’t get cold. He pulls on some socks and heads out to the door, where his coat and boots wait with Mary’s.
Logan looks up at him with interest, puts his book and glasses down, and stands to get dressed, “Where ‘re we goin’, bub?”
Wade scoffs, angry, and a little confused at his own anger. He doesn’t reply, just jingles Mary’s collar, and waits for her to tottle over to him at her glacial little pace.
It takes a million years to get Mary into her winter boots, even as she sends little wounded looks at Wade about having her tiny little feeties trapped each time he velcros her in. She gives him hell, wiggling and leaning up to lick into his mouth— He ends up in a little fit of giggles when Logan comes into the room, and Charlotte sits up at attention when the furry man whistles once at her.
Wade doesn’t even have his own coat on, still struggling with Mary’s outside wear. Logan comes over and helps by picking her up and holding her out for Wade, all four of her little paws extended out to Wade even as she tries to lick at Logan’s fingers on her sides.
They get the girls all strapped into their boots and coats and on Mary’s part, a tiny little hood to keep her warm since she doesn’t have enough hair to cover her skin.
It doesn’t take Logan long to get Charlotte together, always just a little more well mannered than any other dog Wade’s ever met, and as he watches Logan press a little kiss between her eyes at the base of her snubby, thick snout, he’s more glad than he’s ever been that he brought her home that night. He really didn’t think that Logan would go for it, big dog like her, a street-fighting dog. He was sure that Logan would boot her out on the street, but he had taken to Charlotte like anything, bonding almost immediately with the dog and even letting her into his arms in their bed together. It made Wade so pleased that he could make Logan happy, and he feels himself tear up again just thinking about how much Logan loves Charlotte, and how much Logan will love their little babies, and how much Logan loves Wade.
He laughs out loud as a tear slips free, and walks out the door hand in hand with Logan, even as the dogs lead the charge out into the snow.
They walk to the park three blocks north of the house, the one where there are nice benches that don’t have the stupid bars in the middle to keep the homeless from sleeping on them, so much more warm and welcoming without the hostile architecture that so much of the city has adopted. Wade calls it Logan’s and his park, and when they feel like going out and getting out of the house they always take the dogs to their park.
It’s privately owned, but public access, and it’s well maintained with a little playground, and a big open space for the dogs to play. It’s just nice. Wade isn’t sure he’s ever felt so much a part of a community as he has since he and Logan moved into this neighborhood, and as they sit on the bench together, Wade tucks his head into Logan’s shoulder and cries a little, and Logan just wraps his arms around Wade and holds him, uncertain, but comforting regardless of the scenario. It’s just nice. So nice that all Wade can do is cry.
The dogs run around in their little fenced in area and Wade just cries cold little happy tears all over the collar of Logan’s coat, running freezing snot all over it, and the best part is Logan doesn’t even care. He kisses Wade when he calms down, even though there’s definitely tears and snot all over Wade’s face, and on the walk home Logan holds Wade’s hand and presses little kisses to his gloved fingers.
Wade feels a little crazy, his emotions a little more volatile than usual, but he’s much happier than he’s ever been in his life, and he’s exactly where he wants to be.
About twenty minutes before they call it a day, Logan orders delivery for their lunch. Wade feels like he’s going to die if he doesn’t get massive salad, and he makes Logan swear he won’t tease him about eating vegetables, and just order the damn food.
They each get a big hearty salad, one for Althea because she’s coming back from her Bible Retreat. Wade thinks that she may have been lying about it being a Christianity thing, and more of a bender, but Wade’s not in the business of asking his mother what she gets up to when she packs up and gets on a bus outta town for a few days.
She won’t get home until much later, but Wade is certain she will want a nice fresh salad— He can’t fathom anyone not enjoying one right now.
They get home and their delivery has been left gently placed on the bench outside the door, so Logan lets Charlotte and Mary inside to help take them out of their coats, and then when they’re all set he returns to the bench to grab their food.
Wade got a mixed green salad, and he’s so thankful that technology has advanced in the last thirty some years, because he remembers when it was difficult to get produce in the winter time. His salad is full of spinach and arugula and there’s a handful of chopped strawberries mixed into it, and he drizzles his little cup of raspberry vinegarette over the salad like he’s won a prize, licking his tongue into the cup to get the last little drips of the tart liquid, and then dropping the cup to the table to suck his thumb into his mouth.
Logan watches him across the table with hungry eyes, and then digs into his salad when Wade starts to eat.
The phone is all done, with just a few things Wade needs to do to it for set up, including restarting the thing, and when he does he screams when he sees his background picture is the zoo trip with Logan and Laura. He hears a crash, and then Logan is stumbling into the room with his clippers in one hand, half of one mutton chop dramatically shorter than it usually would be, and Wade is covering his mouth with his hand and trying not to laugh.
“Sweetheart—” His eyes are wide as he assesses the room, taking in Wade sitting on the couch with his new phone in hand, and
“I am so sorry, it’s just— My picture is back,” He giggles a little, and Logan visibly relaxed, before he sighs once, and turns on the clippers to chop the hair on the other side of his face right onto the hard wood floor, “Wait, no, I don’t want it to go!”
Logan rolls his eyes and buzzes off a little more, leaving just his sideburns their same length on the one side, “Shouldn’ta yelled like that when you knew I was shaving. Now I’ve gotta grow it all back.”
“ Noo, Logan waiiit,” Wade pouts a little, playing it up even as Logan does, dramatically cutting off the rest of his scruffy beard and dropping little furry hairs onto the floor as he does it, “How are you doing that so well without a mirror? Good lord.”
When the first side is even with the second, Logan shrugs a bit at him, “Been cutting it for a long time bub.”
Wade tosses a pillow from the couch at his head as he retreats back to the bathroom, “You’re sweeping that up, asshole!”
That night, after Althea is home and they’ve all gone to bed, Logan tugs Wade’s briefs and pajamas off to lay him out and eat his pussy. He takes his time with it, with Wade spread out on the bed, arms up by his face, trying to hide how red he is, how turned on, and to muffle how loud he knows hes going to be.
But Logan, the menace takes his time with it, rubbing his stubbly chin along Wade’s thighs, pressing biting kisses there. He takes so long just playing with Wade’s sensitive thighs, that Wade thinks Logan is just going to edge him like this all night, but then he sits up and stuffs a pillow under Wade’s hips, helps him spread his legs and goes down on him like he’s been working up to it for an hour, and not the twenty minutes he’s been giving Wade beard burn over and over.
When he finally sucks Wade’s clit into his mouth and laves over it with his tongue, Wade feels nearly raw with it. His legs twitch and he nearly comes up off the bed, but Logan holds him down with an arm across his hips, too low on his belly to matter, even as he stuffs two thick fingers into Wade’s aching pussy.
Wade reaches out with one arm, nearly hyperventilating and grabs for Logan’s pillow, pulling it over and smashing it into his face, clinging to it as he gasps and tries not to scream. It creates a barrier between the quiet of the room and Wade’s noise, and he’s smothered by the smell of Logan, which amps him up so fast he’s twitching and jerking and coming in under five minutes, and Logan just keeps on going, even as Wade shoves one hand down to grasp and yank at Logan’s kitty curls. Wade can’t see, but when he comes the first time he sees little spots of light behind his eyelids.
The muscles of Wade’s stomach twitch and jump with each thrust of Logan’s hand, each little suck to his clit. He’s a twitchy, drooling mess, gasping deep inhales of the smell of Logan’s hair from his pillow, huffing his essence as close to the source as he can get it from this angle. He worms his other hand down and slaps at Logan’s shoulder, and Logan reaches up with his free hand, and they interlock their fingers over Wade’s little baby bump.
When he feels Logan stuff a third thick finger inside him and hook them all up and in towards his own face Wade bites back a scream, hips ratcheting up off the bed and cramming his pussy into Logan’s face even as the prickles from his beard wreak havoc on Wade’s nerves, and he sobs into Logan’s pillow, breathing recycled air until his lungs ache from it. He bites his tongue to keep from screaming as he comes and cant tell if it’s imagined or if he actually tastes blood.
An hour later, Wade’s tucked still shaky into Logan’s arms, face pressed in close to Logan’s neck even as they tangle their legs together. Logan hums quietly as he pets along Wade’s shoulder, pressing little kisses to his forehead and brow.
A few days later, Logan drops a little package in Wade’s lap, a little plastic package as he’s coming back inside from taking Charlotte for a walk. It’s about as big as a phone, and Logan walks into the kitchen as Wade starts to unwrap it to find out what it is.
Inside the little white cellophane is a phone case, apparently custom made. It’s pink and has little red and black hearts all over it, and in the middle is a picture of Wade and Logan, with Logan pressing a kiss to Wade’s cheek in a heart shaped cut out. They took the picture ages ago, when they first moved into their bedroom together.
Wade cries for nearly an hour, and when Logan hears him start to sob he comes back to the couch and holds Wade for the entire emotional breakdown.
Wade debates calling Hank on the sly, but they’re about three days out from their appointment, and so he just lets himself be ridiculously easy to set off.
Logan spends a lot of time just holding Wade, through tears of anger, happiness, and sadness. Wade feels insane, and he swallows asking Logan about it on three different occasions, anxiety eating him up. What if there’s something wrong with their babies, and it’s making Wade certifiable? He lets it eat at him and eat at him, and if Logan notices that he’s going crazy, his fiancé never mentions it. He just holds Wade and lets him cry when he needs to.
Wade’s anxious, sitting on the little medical bed in Hank’s lab. Logan had been stopped on their way in, called to speak to Scott in another part of the house, and Wade had nibbled his lip and sent Logan on his way. He was a grown man, he could go to his appointment by himself, no matter how scary it might be. Medbays always freaked him out, but now it's even worse. His hands shake a bit while he sits on the bed and waits.
He’s wearing a fuckass medical gown and his briefs, waiting for Hank to finish setting up the ultrasound equipment and he debates asking about his recent sensitivity for so long that Hank is asking him to lie back before he knows it, and thats when he puts his hand on his stomach and licks his lips, and resolves himself.
“Hank I—” His voice is shaky, a little more nervous than he originally thought he was to ask this. Hank pauses as he rolls forward on his little stool, eyebrows raised, but patiently waiting for Wade to speak, “I’ve been feeling— Not so good. A little. Crazy. Crazier. I don’t feel like— Myself. It’s like— I just can’t stop crying. About everything.”
Even as he speaks, tears well up in his eyes, and he takes a gasping breath, and Hank drops the ultrasound wand back to the table and reaches out for Wade, taking his scarred hand in his big, blue, furry one.
“Mister Wilson— May I call you Wade?” Wade sobs and shakes his head, tears suddenly bursting from his eyes as he steels himself for Hank to tell him something is wrong with his babies.
“I just— If there’s something wrong with them I want to know about it now, y’know, like, then I can prepare Logan for it, if— If I’ve fucked them up somehow, because I must have done something wrong to suddenly feel this way—” He sobs, and Hank squeezes his hand and speaks in a soft, comforting voice.
“Wade, from what I understand, you’re describing a perfectly normal part of parenthood. When one becomes pregnant, the body causes an increase of hormones— Which makes the pregnant party, you, to feel sometimes overwhelmingly emotional. Are you having any kind of other symptoms that you’re worried about, or is it emotional dis-regulation causing your distress?”
“Hank, I cried about my dog chewing her food the other day. Are you sure it’s normal—”
The lab door opens, and Wade and Hank turn towards the source of the footsteps approaching the privacy screen. When Logan appears, pushing through the curtain to enter the space, his relaxed face drops into one of fear, almost instantly going pale.
Wade is sitting, crying on the bed, with one hand on his stomach, and one hand engulfed in Hank’s massive blue one. Wade takes a sobbing breath, ready to continue his question, but Logan—
“What’sa matter? Are the babies okay? What’s happening? Hank?” Wade’s not sure he’s ever heard Logan speak so fast the entire time he’s known him. Logan crosses the room at lightning speed as he speaks, and puts his hand on Wade’s arm, glancing between him and Hank with a worried look on his face.
“Logan, never fear, Mister Wilson was just telling me about how he’s been experiencing some very typical, very usual symptoms of a healthy pregnancy. Let me put you both at ease, what you have described, Wade, is a result of intense hormonal surges— In specifics, your body is making a surplus of progesterone and estrogen. These hormonal fluctuations can last for quite some time, including up to a year after the birth of your children. You have nothing to worry about, so dry your tears, and lets take a moment to feel a little better before we continue on with our examination and ultrasound, yes?I’ll take your blood pressure after the exam. Would you both like a moment of privacy?” Hank sits back and pets at the top of Wade’s hand, holding onto him with both his meaty paws.
Logan sighs, relieved, and nods, and then steps in to wrap his arms around Wade’s shoulders and pull him forward to kiss at his face, smearing his tears away.
Hank gives one last squeeze to Wade’s hand before he rolls his stool back and then quietly exits the room, letting Logan know that he’d be in the other part of the lab when they were ready to continue their appointment, and to take their time.
The babies, of course, seem to Hank, to be in peak condition, a little small for what their estimated age should put them at, but overall nothing unusual for twins. He smiles fondly at Wade, even as he holds out his little plastic bucket of suckers and stickers, and Wade blinks at him before bashfully accepting two blue raspberry suckers. He looks at Logan, who gives him a wink. Wade should kiss him, he’s certain that Logan has told Hank about his anxiety over medical procedures.
“You were very brave to tell me about how you are feeling, Wade. I encourage you to give me a call, if you’re feeling uncertain about your pregnancy going forward, so that I may assist you in putting your mind to ease, or to have you to come see me if need be. I always have time to assist with a matter of such importance, yes?” He pats Wade on the back gently, and Wade, for once, doesn’t feel like he’s being blown off by his medical care. He’s had such heinous experiences with hospitals and doctors, and Hank never makes him feel scared or even condescended to, and so he nods with a tight throat, as Logan leads him back up to the ground floor of the school so that they can visit with Laura before they head home for the day.
Laura is ecstatic to see them, throwing her arms around Wade’s shoulders and grinning as she grabs the both of them by their wrists so she can show them around her classroom, and then her suit at the school. Wade passes her a lolly, and she grins around a blue tongue at him for the rest of their visit.
Wade feels wrung out when they get home, and he barely has himself in the door, shedding his coat before Logan is stooping down to take his foot in hand and help him unlace his boot to slip it off for him. Wade braces his hand on Logan’s shoulder and lifts his other foot, grimacing when he sets his foot down in a puddle made by his own boot. Logan stays down there and strips the socks off his feet, and then stands and pulls Wade into his arms, hiking him up and into his arms and encouraging him to wrap his arms and legs around Logan so that his fiancé can carry him to their bed and lay him down gently. Logan crawls, bare footed, into the bed and presses his body to Wades, wrapping him up in his arms and pulling the covers over them both so they are trapped in a warm little bubble of their own breath with each other.
“S’matter, Logie?” Wade holds Logan’s furry face in his hands, looking into his eyes, and seeing the little sad look that he’s got there.
“You didn’t tell me you were feeling so bad about your emotions,” Logan sighs out, pressing kisses to the tips of Wade’s thumb on each side, where they rest against his face, “I know a little more than I look like I do, I swear it, bub. I coulda toldja that you weren’t doing anything unusual. You looked so scared on that table. When I walked in and you were crying, and he was holdin’ your hand like that. I thought—”
Wade slides his hands down Logan’s chin and throat and winds his arms around his neck, pulling him closer even as Logan rubs at Wade’s back, pressing his face into Wade’s throat as Wade rolls them both so that Logan is laying half on top of Wade.
“I wasn’t— I wasn’t trying to keep it from you. I just felt so crazy. I think—I think I gotta start doing like, research about this. Because I cant keep learning about it after the fact, and you know as well as I do that public school education did not prepare me for this.” Logan huffs out a little laugh, pressing a kiss to the skin of Wade’s throat.
Wade stretches his legs out a little, and when he shifts his hips he accidentally grinds up into Logan, and the furry man lets out a groan, biting a little nibble at Wade’s collar bone under his sweater.
One thing leads to another and they’re both wiggling together, stripping out of their clothes so they can press their bodies to each other, panting in the suddenly-hot air under the blanket, Wade feels uncontrollably desperate to get Logan inside of him.
Logan, undressed first, helps strip Wade from his jeans and brief, and presses an open mouthed kiss to Wade’s little baby bump before he wrestles himself away and up the bed to kiss Wade on the lips.
“I love you so much,” He breathes into Wade’s mouth as he helps Wade shift with him, so that he can drive his cock inside in one long thrust. He hold’s Wade’s leg up and lets the other one wrap around him so that Wade can urge Logan forward with a little pull of his heel.
And Wade is throbbing, aching, and so wet that he just drops his mouth open and pants, nose smashed up against Logan’s face as his fiancé fucks into him over and over and breathes little ‘I love you’s against his open mouth, swallowing his words down so that he can keep them inside of him forever.
When Wade starts to feel himself come, he cries from it, eyes welling up with tears that have formed from being overwhelmed with love, and Logan just kisses him and shooshes him though it, kissing at his eyes and cheeks and nose, and mouth, licking in and pressing his tongue up against Wade’s even as he spills himself inside his already pregnant partner, and Wade secretly wishes it would take again, over and over, so that he can have this for the rest of their lives with Logan, this desperation, unlike anything he’s ever felt with another partner before this.
They end up in the shower together where Logan washes every part of Wade, and Wade cries again because he’s never been treated so tenderly, and he’s never felt so loved in his life as he has with Logan.
The rest of Wade’s first trimester goes much like this, a lot of tears, and a lot of frustrations. They spend every hour they aren’t at work pouring over baby books they picked up from the library, and Wade pesters Althea to insanity asking her questions about having given birth.
“You’ll shit yourself, if you’re not careful. Don’t you let those doctors tell you you can’t take a shit an hour before you’re about to pop. If you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go, and if they make you hold it you’ll shit right on the bed. Most unflattering part of pregnancy, if you ask me.” Wade’s making her a cup of coffee, as she sits at the table, not smoking because even she’s worried about his babies.
Wade throws back his head and laughs at her, because he thinks shes fucking with him, as she’s wont to do.
It’s only an hour later when he calls Logan in a panic because he googled it, and yes you can shit on the bed during delivery.
Logan’s at the plant shop, and it’s the middle of the day, and Wade waits and waits with tears in his eyes for Logan to pick up, and on the fifth ring he finally does.
“Sweetheart, are you alright?”
“You cannot let me forget to take a shit just before we go to the mansion when its time. And then maybe when I get there too. I refuse to shit on my babies.”
Logan scoffs, a little confused sound, “Wade— What? Baby, I— I don’t know what that means.”
“And you don’t ever want to. Just promise me you won’t let me give birth without pooping first.”
Logan pauses for a beat, and then answers him a little quietly, “I will make sure you poop before you give birth.”
Wade wipes at his teary eyes and gets off the phone, so that he can deep dive even further into pregnancy horror stories, some kind of sick fascination driving him. He needs to be prepared for everything that could happen, even if it is nearly six months away.
They plan how they’ll tell their friends, and Logan agrees the best way to do it is to hold a little get-together so that they can. They call their friends, Peter, Dopinder, Doms, the works. Wade debates it, for a few days, on if he’ll call Cable. They haven’t talked in years, but Wade will always consider Nate a friend.
When he tells Logan about it, he encourages Wade to call him, citing that if Logan was Wade’s friend, he would want to know. And so with shaking hands, Wade dials up Nate’s New York number, the one for his burner phone.
He doesn’t pick up, of course he doesn’t pick up. But Wade leaves a message and goes and lets Logan hold him while he cries about being a bad friend. He hadn’t even let Nate know when he’d moved, and he sobs for the better part of an hour about it.
When he calls Neena, he tells her in a quiet voice that he’d called Nate, and she patiently explains that he’s out of town, but she will let the big guy know as soon as he’s back stateside to give Wade a call. He thanks her, and tells her the date for the party, about ten days out, on the first of February. They gave it a little more time, because Wade was nervous. Technically his first trimester ended midway through January, but he and Logan had held off telling the masses, just because they agreed to give it a little more time.
When all the invites are out, Nate still hasn’t called back, and Logan assures Wade that he’s done the most he can.
The night before they’re meant to have everyone over, Wade’s phone is ringing while he vacuums, and Logan brings it to him, and he shuts off the machine with his foot as he picks up an unknown number call.
“Yellow?” The other end of the line is a little distant, and Logan stands close, brow furrowed. Wade’s got a private number, doesn’t get many calls on it that aren’t for work or from people he knows.
“Deadpool?”
“One second.” Wade walks to the bedroom and pulls on his mask before answering, the static on the other line crackling along even as Logan tails him into the room. When he’s got his mask over his head, he replies again, “This is Deadpool.”
“Wade, it’s Nathan.” Wade almost drops the phone, hands starting to shake as he pulls the stupid mask off and sits on the end of their bed.
“Oh, hi Nate. What’s up?” Real smooth, Wilson.
“I don’t have much time to talk, but Domino told me you were trying to get in touch with me. Are you alright?” Whatever is happening on Nate’s end is loud, like machinery causing some kind of racket on the other end, even as the static of the call crackles though the phone.
Wade swallows and takes a breath before speaking, “I’m— I kinda have some important news, we’re having a little get-together tomorrow. It’s— I just wanted to— I miss you.”
The line is silent for a moment, and Wade and Logan share a look across the room, finally Nate responds.
“When is th— ty?” It cuts out pretty heavily, but Wade can assume he’s asking when the invitation is for.
“Tomorrow night, but I’m not at the apartment. Can you get the details from Doms?” It souns like Nate says something, but then the line cuts dead, and that’s that. Wade tries to call it back, but it’s a private number, and he sighs and wipes at his face with his hand for just a moment before standing and butting his forehead into Logan’s shoulder, “I dunno how well that went. Nate and I weren’t on the best terms when— We kinda fooled around a little, and then Nate went back to the future. I didn’t know when he was back here or not. We really didn’t talk much after— After everything.”
He swallows back some tired tears, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly exhausted. Logan just holds him and rubs at his back.
“‘M sure he’ll show, bub. It’ll be alright, just wait n’see.”
Wade pulls back to grin at Logan, even teary eyed and emotionally exhausted, “What, no jealousy? You aren’t worried I’m gonna run away with him when I see him?”
Logan shrugs, frowns a bit, “There’s nowhere you’ll ever go that I won’t follow you. If he takes you into the future I’ll find my way there. I don’t have anything to worry about, you could fuck a football team and as long as you’re in my bed at night I won’t complain.”
Suddenly Wade’s not so tired, pussy throbbing at the idea of Logan passing him around, all fucked out and stretched, cunt leaking strangers come, and then Logan fucking him all loose and overstimulated anyway.
“Oh, I think you just awakened something—” He pulls Logan down for a kiss, which turns filthy fast, and they start pulling each other’s clothes off. The vacuuming can wait, they need to fuck now or Wade is going to die. Logan laughs into their kiss, even as he sucks Wade’s lower lip into his mouth to bite gently at it, and lays Wade down on the bed.
The morning of the party Wade is stressed. He tries to get dressed after his night of fitful sleep, and every single shirt he puts on makes him feel huge. His jeans won’t button and he’d be ripping his hair out by the fistful if he had any. It’s only an hour into tearing his bedroom apart looking for something to wear, when Logan pops back into the bedroom.
“Bub? Made breakfast, are you gonna come ea—”
Wade hurls a pair of pants at his head, trying hard not to cry, “None of these fit, Logan, I look like a fucking blimp—”
Logan bats the jeans down before they smack his face and walks calmly over to Wade, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around so that he’s standing in front of the closet door where their full length mirror is hung. Logan wraps his arms around Wade and plants his hands firmly on Wade’s belly, shoving down the jeans he couldn’t quite get buttoned, and just holds him for a second.
“Mm, you’re a little bigger today than you were. Can’t wait to see you all big and round and beautiful with my babies, Sweetheart, but you’ve gotta put on some clothes so that we can surprise all our friends tonight. They’ll know just by lookin’ at your perfect body that you’re fulla my kids if they see ya like this, hm?”
And it should piss Wade off, but all it does is make his pussy throb, even as he leans back into the kisses Logan presses into the crook of his neck and throat, groaning out loud once as he realizes that Logan has distracted him, and he whines, “Don’t do that, don’t distract me. None of these clothes fit, I’m trying to tell you—”
“Mmkay, well maybe we take a quick trip to the store and get you something to wear. We already knew this was coming, sweetheart. You’re gonna look so beautiful with my babies making you all big and full—” Wade turns in Logan’s arms and Logan pivots, splaying his warm hands over Wade’s ass, still covered in only his panties.
“You’re just trying to get me horny so I’ll let you eat me out for the next hour! You’re not slick, Howlett.” He accuses, and the devious grin on Logan’s face tells him all he needs to know, that yes, Logan is for sure trying to make him wetter than a fishbowl.
They do end up in bed for the next hour, and Wade crawls out of bed and throws on his biggest pair of sweats, a pair he stole from Colossus ages and ages ago, the baggiest pair of pants he owns. He has to tie the strings around his waist twice, and the legs of them drag on the ground, and he’s still a little shakey legged when they make the trek to the Target a few blocks away, but Logan drives them there in his truck, so it’s not all bad.
Logan keeps his hand on Wade’s thigh for the whole ride, and Wade is still so horny he considers calling Hank to ask him if it’s normal, but then they’re at the Target, and Logan is getting a cart, and opening the truck door for Wade, and then they’re wandering the maternity section like a pair of insane people, looking for something for Wade to wear tonight— Only Logan is filling the cart with jeans and comfortable shirts, and maternity pajamas and all sorts of things.
Wade wishes they were at the thrift store, but he’s almost certain they have a much smaller maternity section. The Target is huge, and they have pretty much anything you could need.
He’s eyeing a pair of soft-wash jeans with a nice elastic waistband, when Logan walks up to the cart and puts something fluffy and red in the cart. Wade barely sees it from the corner of his eye, before Logan is walking away and going to find something else, so Wade turns and pulls the thing from the cart to hold it up.
It’s a baby-doll style nightgown- gauzy cups for his newly filling out chest, with a flowy feathered robe, that makes Wade's heart throb. There’s a matching pair of panties, and Wade flushes from his ears down his whole chest as he puts it back in the cart, clit throbbing like it’s got it’s own heartbeat at the thought of Logan picking out lingerie for him.
Challenge level impossible: Going back to the task at hand while his fiancé is picking out clothes for him to wear off on the other end of the aisle from Wade with no idea how hard Wade is clenching his thighs together.
Wade, eventually finds an outfit. It’s a big fluffy sweater that he knows actually fits, black, with big red hearts knit into the fabric. It’s giving Valentine’s Day, and Wade likes it a lot. He gets a comfortable pair of jeans, and then he’s meant to try everything on in the dressing room. He’s a little mortified, walking out and giving Logan his own little fashion show with every piece of clothing, but Logan’s eyes are warm and full of love, and Wade thinks everything is gonna be okay.
They make a pit stop on the way to the register, and grab a little drinky for Wade, a lemonade from the cafe in the front of the store, and then Logan is scanning his card at the register and pulling out his billfold to pay the insane cost of all the things they’ve bought. It’s not a full wardrobe, just a few key pieces like some jeans with elastic in the waist, that have little clasps that can be let out or in, depending on the size of your belly. There are a few comfortable looking shirts and a couple sweaters, because it’s only just February, and it’s still chilly in New York.
When Logan opens the truck door for Wade before they’ve loaded the bags and holds his hand to help him up inside it, Wade flushes again, possibly the horniest he’s ever been in his entire life. He takes the keys that Logan passes him and starts the engine, and the heater.
Logan opens his own side of the truck and piles the bags into the tiny back seat, before returning the cart to the same corral he found it in, and getting into the truck to drive them home, and he places his hand exactly on Wade’s thigh where it had been on the drive in.
They don’t fuck when they get home, much to Wade’s displeasure, but Logan does sit down with Wade. Wade’s got his back butted up into Logan’s side and Logan is pressing little kisses along the side of Wade’s neck and shoulder as they watch a few episodes of Golden Girls, and Wade can’t help but dig his fingers into Logan’s thigh with every sucking kiss Logan leaves on him.
He’s so keyed up, he can’t barely stand it. He’s about to do something drastic, something he hasn’t done in ages, because he hasn’t had to.
“Ugh, fuck,” He stands up from the couch and turns on Logan, “You either come fuck me or I’ll do it myself.”
Logan’s eyebrows raise, surprise written all over his face, and Wade continues.
“You’ve been teasing me all day, and three little orgasm in the morning isn’t nearly enough to keep me from wanting to jump your bones when you’re doing this to me.”
“Sweetheart, I wasn’t trying to initiate anything you didn’t want—” Logan looks actually confused, “You know I’d never play with you like that.”
Wade relaxes. Logan is right, he doesn’t ever start something with Wade with no intention to finish it. He drops his shoulders from where they'd tensed up to nearly around his ears.
“You mean. You haven’t been teasing me?”
“Well, not on purpose, but obviously if you’re this worked up I—” Logan swallows, looking a little sheepish, “Well I’d never say no. You know that. Lets go to bed, hm?”
Logan clicks off the TV and stands, and Wade feels so dis-regulated that he buts his head into Logan’s shoulder for a hug, letting Logan pet over his back as his hairy fiancé leads him into their bedroom. Wade is glad that Althea is gone for now, she’s planning on being back later in the day so that she can get ready for their little party.
Logan pulls Wade by the hand to the foot of the bed, and stands facing him, tips his head back with one hand and presses slow, syrupy kisses to Wade’s mouth. Wade’s hands come up to rest at Logan’s hips, for the first time in ages feeling incredibly horny without that severe feeling of desperation. He’s keyed up, make no mistake, but he feels like his head is foggy with want, not like if he doesn't get Logan inside of him he’ll die from it.
When Logan pulls the new shirt off Wade, they break their kisses for Logan to pull it up over his head, and then Logan is pushing down his jeans, and kneeling, still dressed, to kiss at Wade’s belly, his panties sitting low on his hips, and Logan kisses there too, right on the edge of the lace.
It’s heady, feeling worshiped, but that’s the way that Logan makes him feel, even as he helps Wade peel his panties down his legs to step out of them.
Logan, still fully dressed, looks up at Wade, and plants his chin softly under Wade’s belly button to look up at him with nothing but devotion and love in his eyes.
“Bring back men who yearn.” Wade mumbles to the readers, even as he runs his hand through Logan’s hair, and Logan ‘hm?s’, even as he’s pressing a kiss low on Wade’s pubic mound, “Nothing, I— Nothing.”
Logan is used to Wade breaking the fourth wall, Wade knows this. Something about knowing exactly what format you’re being presented in, and Wade can’t help his little comments about it. That never seemed to bother Logan like it bothered other people, and Wade secretly thanks the author for that.
“C’mon bub, up on the bed. I’m gonna take my time with you.” Logan stands and pets at Wade’s naked hip, and watches as Wade scoots himself onto their mattress, before standing back and unbuttoning his flannel, stripping off his under shirt, and stepping out of his boot cut jeans.
Wade’s so high strung he doesn’t even comment on Logan leaving his socks on, just watched his fiancé crawl up the bed to envelop him in his embrace, bracketing Wade in with his arms and pressing those slow kisses to his mouth. Wade reaches up and wraps his arms around Logan, presses his body up to meet him, and Logan slots himself in between Wade’s legs.
They haven’t really ever used protection, but there’s something about this time that feels so much closer. Maybe it’s that Wade’s hormones have basically edged himself all day, with Logan’s inadvertent help, or maybe it’s the anxiety that each of them has about their announcement. They’ve been keeping their little secret between five total people for so long now that it’s a little frightening to tell all their friends. Logan invited Liz and the girls, and Wade is so scared that someone will take it poorly.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts by Logan nudging his legs a little further apart without breaking their kiss, and then he’s pressing inside of Wade and thumbing at his clit, just a steady slow pressure while he takes his time to fuck in.
Suddenly, Wade feels out of breath, unable to keep his lips pressed to Logans, the intensity of it all taking his breath away, and Logan presses his mouth to Wade’s chin and lips, even as Wade open-mouthed pants into the quiet of their bedroom.
It’s so tender, so slow, that Wade starts to shake from it, even as Logan grabs Wade’s hand in his, on hand in his and one hand on Logan’s shoulder, as Logan fucks him he feels himself start to come undone ridiculously fast, and begs, just a little, for Logan to slow down so that it can last a little longer.
“Ple—Please, please, Logan, please, slow, just, slow— Please, baby, slower—” He can barely get the words out, and Logan’s slowing to an almost still, pulling back just enough to look into Wade’s eyes as he tears up, lets go of Logan’s shoulder and brings his hand to the other man’s scruffy cheek, so that he can hold his face close as they stare into each other’s eyes.
When Wade comes, hard, it’s with his eyes open, staring into Logan’s, as they come together, Logan spilling hot inside of Wade’s cunt, the force of his orgasm making Wade cry.