I was sitting on the couch with Logan, my head on his chest. We were watching TV. I looked up at him, his eyes focused on the screen.
I was getting bored, so I asked him a random question. "Logan?" "Yeah?" "Do you love me?"
He looked at me as if he was hurt. "Of course I love you, why would you ask that?" "I don't know," I replied.
He held both my hands. "Baby, I love you. I loved you when you were child. I loved you when you were a baby. I loved you when you were born. I loved you when you were in your mother's stomach. I even loved you when when you were being made."
I laughed, which made him smile. "Don't forget that, okay?" He asked. "Okay."
He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around my waist.
Sorry I haven't been updating. I've been slacking. I thought of this about five minutes ago so I decided to write it since I haven't updated in so long. Hope you guys enjoyed! ( I know it's short, sorry)
