Both troublescout and dragonkingsdaughter sent me this prompt. I apologize for the delay. And I hope you’re ready for an overload of sugary fluff! :)
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Logan Echolls has come home to a war zone.
“Incoming!” Veronica calls out and Logan watches with an amused expression as his wife dives behind a fortress wall of sofa cushions just before a balled up sock flies at her. When the sock lands behind the wall with her, Veronica mimics a series of explosions and screams before collapsing into a heap. Across the room, their 5-year-old daughter, Katie, who is standing behind her own sofa cushion fort, laughs hysterically at her mother’s antics. When her laughter fades, she spots Logan and squeals, “Daddy! You’re home!!”
Logan stoops to catch the little girl as she flies across the room to him. He lifts her up and snuggles her close, breathing her in. He was only gone a week on this training mission, but it seems to be that it doesn’t matter how long they’re apart, he misses his girls desperately when he’s gone. He presses a kiss to Katie’s cheek and sets her down.
“Daddy! We’re playing sock wars! It’s so much fun! Now you can play too!” Katie starts running around collecting the socks that are scattered across the living room.
“Welcome home, Lieutenant,” Veronica says and Logan looks up to find her standing near him. He reaches out, slips his fingers into a couple of her belt looks, and tugs her to him. She immediately loops her arms around his neck and stretches on her tiptoes to kiss him. Logan wraps his arms around her and pulls her tightly to him. He’s missed the way she feels. They separate and he smiles at her.
“It’s good to be home,” he says, “Although, I gotta tell you, this isn’t quite the kind of clothes I imagined flying when I came back home to you.”
“Hmm…we’ll have to see what we can do about that later.”
“Looking forward to it, bobcat,” Logan says just before he drops a kiss on her nose.
“Daddy! Let’s play! Come on!” Katie is tugging at his sleeve.
“I’m glad you’re home,” Veronica whispers in his ear. “I’ve been playing sock war for hours and now it’s your turn.”
“No, Mom! You have to play too.”
Logan and Veronica both turn to look down at their daughter.
“Nothing gets past you, does it, Katie girl?” Logan asks. “Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.” He winks at Veronica.
“Okay, but how is this going to work?” Veronica asks Katie. “There’s three of us now.”
“Boys versus girls,” Katie says, as if this is the obvious solution.
“Hey, wait, how’s that fair?” Logan pouts playfully.
Katie ignores her father and pushes him toward one of the forts. Once she’s got him where she wants him, she grabs Veronica’s hand and pulls her to the other fort.
“Say it, Mom!” Katie cries, looking at Veronica expectantly.
Logan watches as Veronica bites her lip. A look of chagrin flashes across her features. Whatever Katie is asking for, it’s clear Veronica is growing tired of saying it.
Eventually Veronica takes a deep breath and in a loud, ringmaster’s voice yells, “Let’s get ready to rumble!”
Katie laughs gleefully and Logan joins her. Veronica shoots him a vaguely dirty look.
“She thinks it’s funny!” Veronica says defensively.
“Daddy, you’re not playing!” Katie yells and throws a sock at him.
Soon socks are flying and Logan is being pelted with socks of varying sizes and colors.
“You know,” Logan calls out as sock hits him on the shoulder, “I really don’t think,” another sock grazes his arm, “that two on one is fair!”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing that we’ll be a foursome soon.”
Logan stands up suddenly and several socks hit him in chest. He stares at Veronica with a dumbfounded look on his face. She smirks at him and lobs another sock that hits him square in the forehead. Logan blinks and shakes himself out of his stupor.
Veronica just smiles at him and nods. Logan breaks into wide grin and steps out from behind his fort and walks across the room in two long strides. He grips Veronica’s waist and lifts her right up and out from behind the sofa cushions. He spins her around twice, laughing, and peppering her face with kisses.
