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Now is time for the driving as well as the getting-Laura-whatever-she-wants-and-more-because-she-deserves-it! Wade is more pumped than usual as he jumps out of bed and finds his way to the kitchen. He doesn’t care what he finds or what he makes and he's pretty sure the Wolverines won’t either.
He had slept on the other side of the bed Logan had claimed, and he knew he wouldn’t have minded as the bed was probably as big as Wade's entire bedroom. If not more so. Also there were only two bedrooms in the house for some reason. The guy rolled around and cried in his sleep a lot, Wade was used to it but it’s still upsetting to witness every time. Especially since Laura was much much farther away and wasn’t able to comfort him like usual. Wade was a little jealous of it–he tried not to be, it's a little embarrassing to be jealous of an eighteen year olds relationship with her two hundred year old father–he wanted to help Logan sleep at night sometimes too. He tried to, but Logan eventually kicked him away. It hurt, emotionally, but he wasn’t about to push it.
Laura had the entire first floor to herself and he could tell how much she enjoyed that. Walking down the stairs to see ALL of the curtains drawn and all the pillows removed from every piece of furniture. She joined him in the kitchen fairly quickly, trotting out in her newly bought pajamas. “Good morning sunshine! I’m just making whatever from whatever these snobs have in their fridge.” She just nods at him, probably not fully awake yet.
The more he cooks, the more Laura wakes up and a conversation sparks eventually. Their breakfast is completed right as Logan finds his way into the kitchen.
“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about me being heavier than usual ever again.” He states as if it makes any sense.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean.” Laura says, loudly, around a mouthful of scrambled eggs.
“Thank you. I’m dying to know what you’ve done with the place, peanut.”
“Pretty sure all the metal that was in my body is in the pipes of New York now.” Wade slams his hands down on the kitchen island, rattling everyone's plates.
“What!? No way!” He braces to run up the stairs as a joke and the look on the Wolverines faces was priceless. “Kidding, I don’t want to see that… yet.” Laura sticks her tongue out in disgust.
“Ewww… You both are gross.”
“I think it’s why I’ve been shutting down so much, my body was literally trying to process like thirty fucking pounds of metal out of my system.”
“Your healing factor never fails to surprise me.”
“Me either, bub, I can’t believe it. But I’m glad that shits gone anyway. Literally.” Logan yawns and sits down next to Laura, grabbing a plate of eggs for himself before stealing from Laura's plate regardless, who hisses at him. Wade brushes a single nonexistent tear from his face, his honey badger was such a great father.
“I wonder what killed you then.”
“X-24–whatever, still killed me. My healing factor still ran out, took seven years to recharge.”
The table lapsed into silence that Wade assumed was comfortable. Everyone was eating at their own pace, so he decided to put some coffee on. This place was huge, and he couldn’t find coffee filters for the life of him. He eventually finds the pantry–which is just as huge as the entire fucking house, several shelves tall that he cant even reach–with what he needs. And unfortunately, returns to the kitchen to hear:
“Why do you want to die so fucking bad?” Laura spoke into her plate, not making eye contact with her father. “Why can’t you—”
“Oh, you of all people should know.” Logan rolled his eyes, setting his fork down. Laura sat up quickly as if burned, that must have been a secret. Wade doesn’t remember hearing anything about Laura he thought he shouldn't know let alone tell anyone, but it doesn't make the situation any better. There's that comment from the night before, and Wade feels as if he should have seen this coming.
“I wanted to die because I wanted to be with you!” Laura eventually stutters out, tripping over her words and forcefully pointing at Logan. “You want to die because you don’t want to be with me. Do you not like me?!”
“Fucking hell– Why on Earth would you think that?”
“Every time I find you, thinking I’ll never be alone again, you go off and die! Or try to! Or–or wish you were!” Her fists were clenched against the table, eyes beginning to shine against the morning sun.
“I’m trying to get better, sweetie, I’m trying.” Laura's face loosens and flushes at that response, looking forward again.
“I–I know. Just that-” She aimlessly wipes away tears that haven't fallen, using both hands like a small child. Her next words are whispered, as if it's a realization she’s had just now:
“I’m surrounded by death.”
Both Logan and Wade know she’s known this all along.
Logan effortlessly pulls her off her seat and into his lap. She curls up her impossibly spindly limbs and hides against his chest, grabbing his flannel with shaking fists so tight her claws are visible.
Wade sees himself out, breakfast abandoned, this house has more than enough to spare.
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“I know that… the last time I made that kind of promise, I broke it. I didn’t think I would have the opportunity to sacrifice myself—“ Laura punches him in the stomach.
“You need to stop talking about it like that.” She warns, glaring at Logan.
“Okay, okay. I didn’t expect… the situation to… be fatal.” He spoke carefully, watching Laura's expression as he said each word. “I’m so sorry, Laura, I don’t know why I’m so—was, so eager to leave my little girl behind.” You make my life so much better, and I'm so sorry it took me seven whole years to accept that. He takes a deep breath. “I’m retiered now and if something happens to come up, I’ll fight for us. Not just you.” He boops her on the nose and she nods in approval at his apology.
“This will be the longest conversation we have in a long time, and I'm ready to accept that. And forgive you.” She hugs him normally this time, not holding him in a death grip.
“I’m humbled.”
Something knocks the wall behind them. “WOW! I agree, that's the most words ive ever heard Mr. Grumpy here say! Maybe ever! Very emotional too, very sweet. The readers are gonna love it, or not, it's a little ooc of you. But i dont care, im eating up every second of this.”
Wonderful, Wade had been eavesdropping the entire time. However it wasn’t entirely his fault, this was a house the three of them were sharing now, and Laura thought it would be a good idea to bring this up during breakfast. Which he was making.
“What does—?”
“Ignore him.” Logan spat, picking Laura up by the underside of her arms and lifting her up higher than needed to set her back on the ground.
Wade asks if everyones eaten, the Wolverines respond with “obviously” and Wade glares at them. He shoves whatevers left of their food into his mouth and orders everyone to go get ready for a drive into town. A drive Logan is driving them home from. Oh joy. But… he signed up for this.
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The little town is almost costal, a few tourist shops here and there the further out from the city they are. They eventually find the closest thing to a “Bath and Bodyworks” Wade could find and let Laura run around as much as she liked.
Which wasn’t much, frankly, she was overwhelmed and didn’t really know what she was looking at. She settled for trailing behind Wade as he explained what things were to her.
Logan didn’t handle the store that well, the number of scents and how strong they were was not boding well for him. He waited outside, waiting for his daughter and roommate to walk out with five hundred dollars worth of stuff.
His prediction wasn’t even close, Laura had such a little grasp on the concept of money that Wade had to convince her to buy things. Which didn’t work, she had just barely a hundred dollars worth of soaps, bath bubbles and bombs.
Either way, she was excited, so Logan was happy for her. She jabbered on about how amazing and weird the store was as they walked back to the car. The outing was successful!
But now Logan had to drive them home.