Logan reclines her body and bends her arms behind her head. It is quite a comfortable position to be in for her. “It’ll do.” She teases. It’s nice having someone to stay up late with her; especially Emma.

When 𝓔𝙢𝙢𝙖 𝓢𝙬𝙖𝙣 is snoring too loud and taking up half the bed. You find the next best place — the bathtub to sleep.

Emma can just blame it on Hank, per usual.

Aching back noises.

Bossy and a snorer.

Or what?

Don’t mind her. She’s just burying against 𝓔𝙢𝙢𝙖 𝓢𝙬𝙖𝙣’s side.

Logan definitely doesn’t mind. But she’ll pretend like she does, and press a cold foot against the blonde’s skin.

There’s an amused chuckle from the owner of those cold feet. Serves Emma right for waking her up. “What time is it?” She asked, unwilling to open her own eyes and look at the alarm clock.

A hand blindly reached back, finding Emma’s arm and tugging upon it. She wanted the comfort of it being around her stomach. That way she’d know if tried to get up — aka leave. “Cuddle me better, you dummy.” She playfully said, voice raspy from exhaustion.

There was a hum of appreciation when a thumb began to caress over her bare skin. A smile tugging at her lips — clearly happy to have Emma there, even if she did wake her up. “I’m allowed to hog it, it’s my bed.” She said, but did as told.

Bites 𝓔𝙢𝙢𝙖 𝓢𝙬𝙖𝙣.

Snorts. “You’re so dramatic. I didn’t even leave a mark, big baby.”

She’s holding 𝓔𝙢𝙢𝙖 𝓢𝙬𝙖𝙣’s hair out of the way… during an unfortunate event involving the toilet and bad food.

You’re an idiot… but I love you anyway.

Thankfully, Logan has a strong stomach. The sound of gagging and sight of vomit… she’s sadly familiar with both. It’s just usually coming from her. Kinda comes with the territory of having a grenade inside her head. “Easy.” Logan coos, applying a damp washcloth to Emma’s neck.

|| Dude has enough kids as it is. But okay daddy, go off I guess.

|| Now you’ve got me wanting to make a genderbent Noah

Totally didn’t steal 𝓔𝙢𝙢𝙖 𝓢𝙬𝙖𝙣’s spot while she went to get a snack.

She doesn’t remember what happened. Or what was even going on beforehand. But without opening her eyes, the beeping of the heart monitor and pain within her head… it all gives it away where she’s ended up. “Em’s..” She whimpers, scared to open her eyes just yet.