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Cold. The first thing Wade notices when he wakes up. His Logie Bear, his radiator, his husband, isn't in bed. That used to be normal a few months ago. Logan had struggled with nightmares pretty bad and couldn't stay asleep, but after some very much needed regular therapy sessions, they lessened and Wade was able to wake up with the beautiful tits of his dear Peanut under his head.
Not this morning, though. This morning, Wade is cold. He rolls over and looks at the empty spot on the bed next to him. He groans before he sits up.
Today is their anniversary. Wade remembered. Of course he remembered. It's their 2nd anniversary. Logan remembered last year. Wade sighs as he remembers the beautiful morning he had the previous year. Having a sleepy and horny Logan lazily mouthing on your cock 10 minutes after you wake up is the a heavenly feeling.
After Wade mourns the previous years celebrations, he goes into the kitchen to feed Mary Puppins and hopefully find Logan. Maybe Logan will be making him breakfast with heart (or cock) shaped pancakes. When Wade gets there he finds Mary Puppings slobbering by her bowl, sadly whining. Wade fusses before he gets Mary her dairy free egg free gluten free free range breakfast. Only the best for his perfect daughter who insits on being allergic to almost everything.
When Mary munches on her food, Wade can physically feel the absence of Logan. As Wade goes to the fridge to get himself a pint of milk, because maybe shitting his bowels out will make him feel better, he sees a note stuck to the fridge with a magnet of a taxi. A present Dopinder got him for his birthday.
The note simply says 'got something to do. Be back later. -Logan' and Wade curses how Logan didn't care to tell him what 'something' was. Wade gets his milk and decides to just take it straight from the carton. He plops himself on the well worn couch. The couch was actually a moving out gift from Althea. There's definitely a faint trace of cocaine all over it, but it made the new apartment feel like home.
As Wade sinks into the couch and guzzles down the milk, his eyes catch of the silver ring on his left hand. He sighs (once again) as he tries to think wishfully. But it doesn't work. His mind quickly flicks to Logan getting sick of him. Maybe he's in a bar drinking himself stupid because he simply wants to forget that he had once thought marriage would be a good thing- not to mention with Wade. Wade snaps himself out of it quickly.
He forces himself to stand and he goes to his the bathroom to shower. Maybe the boiling hot water will wash away his negative thoughts. Wade quickly strips his clothes off as soon as he's in the bathroom, tossing them aside. He turns the nob to turn the water on hot. He doesn't wait for it to heat up. He gets in and just bares the uncomfortable shift from glacier-cold to volcano-hot. He's used to these hot showers. It helps with the pain that comes with a body constantly fighting itself.
Just as Wade was getting comfortable, he hears the door open and shut. And he hears Logan call out for him. "Bub?" Wade quickly turns the shower off and just about pulls on a mustars coloured robe and ties it before he walks out quickly.
He walks out of the bathroom to the sight of Logan, dressed in his usual jeans and layered jackets. But something is new. The bouquet that he's holding. A large one. Primarily roses, but there's also forget-me-nots sprinkled in. There is also a card in there. Wade smiles hugely. Logan chuckles, the low and beautiful sound. "Happy anniversary, baby." Logan steps forward and kisses Wade on the cheek, handing Wade the bouquet.
"Wish I could'a given ya more, bub. Can hardly put into words how much I love you. My actions don't do much better." Wade smells the bouquet dramatically before he sets it down and leaps into Logan's arms to kiss him deeply. "Mm! You are a Canadian legend! I am so lucky. You'll be feeling lucky you have me too, I promise." Wade doesn't give Logan an opportunity to reply before he's kissing him again.
"Please let me suck your cock, Peanut. I'm- I gotta taste you." Wade pulls back to see Logan's face. His expression slips from one of pure love to one of pure love and pure horniness. "Hell, don't gotta ask." Logan can feel his jeans getting tighter.
"Happy anniversary, Logie Bear."