A/N: found buried in my drafts. enjoy !
Warnings: Pregnant reader, logan being overbearing (but we love it), lovely fluff
"What do you think you're doing?"
You froze at the sound of Logan's voice. You slowly turned around, laundry basket in hands as you stare back at him like a deer caught in headlights. You press your lips together to regain your composure and straighten your shoulders.
"Uh…Laundry?"
He walks towards you, brows furrowed, eyes moving down to the basket you carried in front of you. Slowly he takes it from your hands, revealing your very pregnant belly. He sets the basket on his hip. Then gives you a scornful look.
"I can't do laundry now!?" You exclaimed, throwing your arms out before they fall back at your side.
"No. Go rest." He says firmly.
"I've rested plenty." You scoffed, but your hands go over your belly. "I expect those to be separated, washed on the proper cycle, dried, and folded properly by the way," You comment as you saunter/waddle past him. You look down at your belly and quietly muttering as you walk further away from Logan, who was staring at your back. "Your father is becoming a pain in my ass."
"Hey!"
You quickly waddled out of the hallway and away from Logan before he could lecture you again. You love the man, honestly, but ever since you've got pregnant he's been nothing but a mother hen. Which honestly isn't such a bad thing, considering you're being waited on hand and foot- but you can't do a damn thing now without his shadow lurking over you. Doesn't help when he can hear everything you're doing too.
When you both first found out you were pregnant, it was nothing but happiness. Initial shock, and the usual worries that come with parenthood, but for the most part joyful that another baby was going to be running around the mansion, seeing Scott's and Jeans little boy just turned one at the time.
Then Logan started picking up some strange habits- habits that you eventually called his "nesting" instincts which he didn't like very much.
First it was just the random pillows that was appearing in your shared bed. It was just an extra one, then two, then one night you climbed into bed and there were six extra pillows, alongside the usual four split between you and Logan. Blankets started appearing too, quilts and soft throws that usually were kept in closets as spares were showing up in your bed, and on the small loveseat in your shared bedroom. When you asked Logan about it, he just shrugged and claimed he thought you'd like the extra pillows to keep you comfy. Then started to insist on getting you tucked in every night.
You told him there was enough pillows and blankets, and you appreciated the thought (even though you weren't even showing yet, and didn't need the extra support). Yet still, pillows tend to magically appear throughout the span of your pregnancy. You're not sure where he's getting them. He even ended up buying one of the big pregnancy pillows that wrap around your body- You weren't sure how he even knew those existed but Jean must have told him. Then he complained about said pillow because he couldn't cuddle close to you since it blocked him from you.
The other habit, one you couldn't really complain about. He began storing food in your bedroom. Random snacks popping up, sitting by your bedside table, or on the dresser. Eventually a drawer had become a dedicated place for him to store snacks for you in. You had to tell him to stop stealing food from the pantry but then you noticed he had snatched some of the strawberry creme rolls so you haven't said a word since and your midnight cravings are almost always indulged in because of that drawer. (Except for the times you want a sirloin steak, or fast food, but Logan never says no, and like a good man- fetches your requests)
He's also been nonstop working on both your bedroom, and the baby's future room. He's already built a crib, insisting he doesn't trust the modern furniture of today. It took you months to convince him to at least buy the changing table and that strollers are not dangerous.
Even though the baby will be sleeping in your room for at least half a year, if not longer, he's been decorating and redecorating the room. Rearranging it, as well as re-painted it 5 times, and also constantly re-securing the dresser and other furniture to the wall so they won't tip despite you reminding him the kid won't even be able to lift their head when they're born.
Adding to that, he's become extremely protective. Not that he already wasn't, but the last time you went to the store with him an old lady came up and touched your belly without asking and began cooing about your pregnancy. Of course, you didn't really like anyone touching you without permission but your politeness ruled over your comfort. However you did have to physically elbow Logan in the stomach when you heard him growling low in his throat and scowling at the woman. It was too late though as she quickly removed her hand and took off, shooting Logan confused and slightly horrified look.
Even poor Hank, who did get your permission to touch your belly wasn't spared of Logan's scowls when he happened to turn the corner at the exact moment and saw Hank's hand on you. You couldn't bring yourself to lecture him about that though, you kinda like the protectiveness.
You're due in 5 weeks, and according to Hank, Jean, and your OBGYN you should be on bed-rest until delivery. Logan has taken that as seriously as he could- meaning he rather see you physically in bed 24/7 until the baby comes. You however, cannot stand sitting in one place, leading to many situations like before where he catches you (he always does) trying to be productive.
You ended up back in your bedroom, taking a seat in the rocker chair that was gifted to you by Jean. You quickly found yourself much more tired than you realized, so you rested your eyes, slowly rocking the chair back and forth that began to lull you to sleep.
You heard the door click open, and open your eyes to see Logan walking in. You lifted your head and raised a brow as he crossed the room to you.
Leaning forward, his hands braced on the arms of the rocker and looked down at you.
"Need anything?" He asks. You smiled,
"No."
He sighs, leans over to kiss your forehead. "I know you're going crazy, but you gotta relax a little more darling. Soon it's all we want is to be able to relax when the little one comes around."
"I know." You say. "I think….I think I'm nervous about everything. I tried talking to Jean, hoping maybe she would make me feel better but…" You give him an expression that he's seen soldiers carry on battlefields. "She didn't."
He chuckles but quickly stops himself. He kneels down in front of you, grabbing your hands and kissing both of them. "I'll be right by your side the entire time. It'll be okay-"
"Easy for you to say, you're not pushing a baby out. And if you were you'd just heal up so fast-"
He laughs, "I know, I know…" He squeezes your hand. "If I could do it for you-"
"Seahorses do."
"What?"
"The male seahorses carry the babies. Pregnancy and everything. They also give birth." You continue. "The females kinda run off and do their thing but I wouldn't do that."
"Uh…" Logan nodded, a bit befuddled by your random fact but carries on in attempt to support you. "Well, if I was a seahorse I would carry the baby and give birth for you-"
"Well I don't want you to think that I don't like doing this or anything I'm just a little nervous."
Logan drops his head onto your knees in defeat. You started to laugh. "Sorry,"
"Don't apologize." He leans up to kiss your cheek, his stubble tickling you. Then leans down to kiss your belly. "Everything will be alright, love." He reassures, his hand grabbing yours and squeezing it as he looks back up at you with an expression full of wonder and love. "I didn't think I'd ever get something like this, with you- and like hell I won't let anything happen to us."
my ideal idea for the war machine movie would be rhodey taking down like 3 different major villains completely on his own with a subplot of him taking down a hydra branch that made its way into the military and also the white house and the only 'cameos' from tony just being two or three phonecalls in the worst possible time about the stupidest shit you could imagine.
like rhodey spying on 2 suspected hydra agents with tense build-up music in the background when his phone screen lights up and hes like 'the fuck do you want tony' in a hushed urgent tone and tony is like "this recipe says to 'fold in the cheese' what the fuck does that mean rhodey please" and the 2 men spot rhodey bc of it and the scene cuts to rhodey dragging the two knocked out nazi shits down the hallway for some impromptu interrogation while pressing the phone to his ear with his shoulder and explaining slowly what tony needs to do
rhodey escaping captivity he got into on purpose so he can get to know more of their plans: tony dude im in the middle of sth here what do you need
tony welding something in his workshop: nothin jim i just remembered when we almost made chlorine gas in the dorm room cause we couldnt get the whiskey stains out of that shitty carpet ahhahaha
rhodey while elbowing the last guard standing to unconsciousness: lmao yeah that was so stupid
Oh huh! I hadn't realized I didn't post this one here on Tumblr! I finished this study in early March and have plans to have it be one of 3 pieces to go together 🙂↕️
[ID: Digital painting of Sherlock Holmes and Toby the dog, a study of Leyendecker's "Man with a dog" (1909) for Collier's Weekly. Holmes is in his coat, striped pants, top hat and grey scarf, Toby following a trace by his side. They are painted mid-motion. /end ID]
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