Thinking about the first couple of days after moving in, Logan is trying really hard to ignore the man dancing around the tiny kitchen, but sometimes just... stares at him. This level of domesticity is just so confusing to him. How come they literally saved the timeline, and 3 days later, he was cooking eggs and cleaning like nothing happened?
Like a prayer isn't the only Madonna song Wade sings. Wade is currently using a spatula as a mic as he twirls and dances around the kitchen in a frilly pink apron that says 'Kiss the Cook'.
And Logan is just... Appauled? He's so damn confused. Al notices that he's staring and smirks to herself.
"Didn't know breakfast came with a show, did you?"
"Does... Does he always do this??" He asks, almost shocked, but nothing Wade did would truly suprise him anymore (even though it's only been 3 days)
"Papa, don't preach, I'm in trouble! Papa, don't preach, I've been losing sleeepp!"
"Yyup. All the time."
Turning his head back to look at him, Logans brows never left their state of confusion, seeing Wade lean back on the counter with his hands and do a little kick, almost flinging their breakfast off the stove.
"But I made up my mind! Iiiimmmm keeping my baby!!"
It was almost like a trance. He just... couldn't look away. "... Is he high?"
"Dun- dun- I'm gonna keep my baby, yeah Ooh!"
"Nope. He's just like that." Al tells him and turns up the volume on the tv as Wade picks up Puppins and swings her around, holding her up like the lion king before kissing her head.
It was now that he caught on and almost instantly started performing, teasing, and keeping eye contact, making Logan blush, even more confused. Watching him lean over the counter, wiggle his tush and with the spactula again, sang to the dog.
"Daddy, Daddy, if you could only see just how good he's been treating me- "
"Wade!"
"Yes!?" This was excitment.
"The eggs!" He pointed, practically jumping off the couch as the pan was now on fire.
"Oh- Damn it! Always ruining my dances! Do you know how many hours I had to stay late on set to learn this choreography!?"
"What!?? Just get the fucking fire extinguisher before-"
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. FIRE. FIRE. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. And suddenly, the appartment was wet, the buildings sprinklers having went off, putting out the fire and soaking everyone in the room..
"God curse you, Wade! Every time!"
"Uhm i believe its god BLESS you-"
249 notes
·
View notes