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Breakfast Served

I turned slowly, fully expecting to be hit. Instead, my jaw dropped open. There was no swinging fist, no angry glare, Logan wasn't even facing me. He stood in front of the stove with his head cocked to one side and tongue sticking out of his mouth as he poked at the eggs expiramentally.

It was so unexpected that I let out a tiny hysterical giggle, then immediately slapped a hand over my mouth, shrinking when he looked my way.

"You have a cute giggle." Was all he said before turning back to the eggs. Then, a moment later, "Hey, are these done?"

Hesitantly, I stepped forward to where I could see the contents of the giant cast iron pan. It looked… perfect.

The eggs were lightly browned in places, the onions were translucent, and the cheese was a beautiful gooey mess around chunks of meat and tomato. It smelled heavenly.

"Yes, sir." I squeaked.

"Just Logan. Here, you plate, and I'll start setting the table." He was still smiling as he handed the spatula back to me. Confusion swirled throu
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