echolls_cursed | for Jack

Except Logan wasn't watching, not after Jack's joke, and he sat down at the table as he started to pick at some of the food.

"We should cut some wood today," he said finally, scowling a little as he picked at a muffin.

Some might have said the younger man was sulking ...And they'd have probably been right.

Jack groaned in disgust.

"Really? I don't get a little break from work? I worked hard to get those pearls and now you want to cut wood?"

He walked up behind Logan and laid his hands on his husband's shoulders. His skin was warm and he smelled significantly better than he had before.

"I don't want to work. I want you."

"Then maybe you shouldn't be a dick, Jack," Logan replied simply, brushing Jack's hands away and turning in his seat to look at the other man.

"I wasn't being..." he started, then realized that even if he hadn't meant it that way, it was kind of a dick thing to say.

"Sorry," he said softly, then headed for the bedroom so he could find something to wear so he could cut wood. He'd fucked up the moment and didn't figure he was easily going to win Logan's interest again that soon.

Logan lingered in the kitchen, and then sighed as he headed into the bedroom, leaning against the wall.

"Sorry," he said after a moment. "That was bitchy of me."

"No, I was out of line," Jack replied, looking at Logan from where he was picking between jeans or shorts to work in.

"I'm sorry. Really. I...never thought about why you'd wear your clothes loose. I didn't mean to, you know, be an ass."

Logan shrugged, raising one shoulder. "It's not a big deal. It was a long time ago."

He settled on the jeans and draped them over his arm as he walked to where Logan stood.

"I'm still sorry," he said, then leaned in to kiss Logan's cheek. "One more thing I need to work on...not being a dick to my husband."

He nuzzled Logan's cheek and moved to his neck.

"I love you, you know."

"I know," Logan assured him, turning his head and moving to catch Jack's lips with his own.

"Work can wait," he said finally. "Let's just lay down for a while."

He needed absolutely no convincing. The jeans dropped from his arm so he could wrap both around Logan's waist and seek his lips.

"Just lay down?" he asked between kisses as he pulled Logan to the bed while trying to strip him bare at the same time.

"For now," Logan said quietly. "You're always in such a hurry, man. Half the fun is getting there. So yeah. let's just lay down," he said again, pulling away and starting to undress.

If half the fun was getting there, Jack was sure they were there. The shower had been fun, the kitchen and the walk good, and now...well, he didn't have to wait anymore.

Except that he did.

His only protest was a pouty whimper as he moved away and laid down on the bed. He was promptly joined by Niner who had just come in through an open window.

The lean cat was still tiny, despite the fact that it was fully grown now, and it stomped over Jack's chest, pausing to rub against the other man's chin before making it's way to the edge of the bed to look up at Logan.

Niner made a sharp squeaking noise, demanding attention, and Logan gave her a few strokes before picking her up and placing her on the floor.

"The food bowls are full, right?" he asked Jack as he moved to lay beside him.

Jack could hear the cat continue to comment on the state of the world while walking out of the bedroom. He stretched and rolled against Logan and kissed him slowly and touched him even more slowly than that.

"They're fine. If there's no food there are always mice," he said. The state of the pets was the last thing on his mind.

Logan laughed a little, rolling onto his side to look at Jack.

"I really hope you know that when we have a baby we'll have to get up and feed it, rather than just, you know, letting it live off the land," he snorted.

Jack smirked a little, traced the line of Logan's jaw, and kissed him again.

"I know that," he replied, then his smirk grew. "Like a baby can carry a rifle..."

Logan laughed, pushing Jack onto his back and settling in on top of him.

"You say shit like that, and I really worry, man."

"You shouldn't worry," he promised softly, wrapping his arms around Logan's hips. "You know I'm going to do my best. I'm...working hard at being a better husband. By the time the baby gets here I think I'll be prepared to be a good dad."

He was nervous, though. Jack didn't like to fail at anything and this was something he wasn't sure he was qualified to do.

"I know," Logan assured him. "I'm just teasing you, man.

He stroked Jack's chest and sighed. "We really do need to lock the guns and shit up though."

"I was thinking I'd just take most of them to the IPD and have them put in the community pool. Just keep ours for hunting," he said. It was funny, a little, how he'd been so intent on getting Logan into bed and now that they were here all they did was talk about the future. About the baby. The funniest part, if he'd thought about it, was that it felt completely natural and right.

"Seriously, you'd give them away?" Logan asked, looking surprised. "You're not worried we might have a zombie attack or something?"

Though really, with the baby coming, he was kind of okay with there being less guns around. He'd already planned on moving his own to the shed.

"I worry about stuff like that all the time. But..."

He shrugged.

"The island has the ITF. I'm just worried about us."

And Joe and Dale and Anne and Matthew and...well, family.

"Yeah, me too," Logan replied softly, moving to lay beside Jack again and settling in.

Silently, he slipped his arm around Jack.

Jack stayed put and looked at the ceiling. The weight of Logan's arm was comfortable and reassuring for some reason he didn't put a lot of thought into.

"We should think of names," he said after a long moment. Being naked and close was intimate and perfect. It was something Jack decided they should do much more often.

"Yeah? Yeah, I guess we should."

He looked thoughtful for a long moment, and wet his lips. "I always thought if I had a daughter, I'd probably name her after my mom," he admitted. "I mean, we don't have to or whatever, it's just something I used to think about sometimes."

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