Logan gets up and says: "I will turn the bath on, with a lot of bubbles. Do you want Enzo's bubbles or your own?"

Scorpia leans against the pillows and says: "My own peach foam. I don't want to think about that bubblegum flavor."

Logan chuckles and walks into the bathroom, to wait till the bath is full enough and to get towels and washcloths ready. When he walks out, he finds Scorpia on the edge of the bed, shirtless. She tries to get her sports bra off but he can tell it hurts.

He runs up to her, "these are horrible contraptions when your ribs hurt. I'm glad I don't have to wear them." Scorpia giggles and he helps her as gently as possible, pulling the bra up and over her head.

Scorpia looks at him with shiny eyes, "it would look pretty on you, handsome Scot."

Logan takes his shirt off and puts her sports bra on without blinking. He poses for her with his hand on his hip and she tries to keep her laugh down. That obviously doesn't work and she falls back on the bed, dying of laughter.

She goes from a painful scream to a fit of giggles and holds her ribs. Logan laughs and takes the bra off and helps her out of her legging and panties. He picks her up as she still giggles.

He looks at her beat-up face, those dark eyes shiny and happy. It's wonderful to hear her laugh, it's his second favorite sound in the world. He carefully lowers her into the bath and she rests her head on the edge with a satisfied sigh.

"Ohhh Logannn. This is heaven."

His excitement becomes difficult to hide as soon as he hears the most beautiful sound in the world and he quickly gets into the bath with her, hoping she didn't notice it.

Scorpia's foot slides up his thigh and he sucks in a breath. She opens one eye and smirks at him.

"Hell Bonnie."

She licks her lips and grabs a hold of his ankles, pulling him closer to wrap her legs around him.

"Careful, Bonnie. I don't want to hurt you."

Her hands slide from his chest to his belly, her eyes staring into his, and as soon as her hands find his erection a small gasp escapes her before stroking him slowly.

"Bonnie..."

His head tilts back, his hands flat on the bottom of the bath for support. He hears, sees, knows nothing anymore. All he feels are her soft hands... magical hands... smooth with the help of the bathwater... her finger sliding across the head...

"Oh hell!"

She keeps on stroking him and he feels like he's floating. All emotions, fears, and tension leave his body along with his release. All worries are forgotten. There's only room for complete relaxation and love. He lifts his head and opens his eyes a tiny bit.

She's staring at her hands in fascination and a small smile graces her lips. She loosens the grip on him and cleans him up lovingly.

His heart bursts with love for his Bonnie. He thinks about Bruno's words and knows he's right. She makes everything better and her happiness is his. Her love heals his broken heart like no other.

Logan opens his eyes wider and she looks back at him. There's no need for words, they both feel it. The deeply rooted, respectful, unconditional love. Through everything, stronger together.

He moves back to his end of the bath and says: "Turn around Bonnie and get over here."

She turns her back to him and slides back. He moves her hair to the side and kisses her neck, washing her with tender hands, softly massaging her skin. He takes his time, kissing her skin regularly.

She relaxes and feels some of the pain that was held by the tension in her muscles disappear. She lets out a content sigh and rests her head against Logan's shoulder.

Logan strokes her legs and belly and she closes her eyes. When his hands continue their journey, she softly says: "No." His hands slide back to her belly and she adds: "I'm so wonderfully relaxed now, I'm afraid that..."

"Shh Bonnie, there's no need to explain. Just tell me what you need and I'll do it."

She relaxes in his arms again and whispers: "I want to lay in bed, snuggled up to you, and stretch this relaxed feeling for as long as possible."

Logan smiles against her shoulder and lets her go. She slides forward and he gets out of the bath. Scorpia unplugs it as Logan dries himself off quickly.

He grabs a big towel for her and she stands up slowly. He starts drying her off, slowly and carefully. He presses soft kisses on all her bruises and strokes her jaw and cheekbone gently.

"Kiss me, Logan."

He smiles a little and kisses her so sweetly that she gets weak in the knees. He lifts her from the bath, "do we have to do something with your hair?" He carries her over to the bathroom sink and she grabs a hair tie from the little shelf above it.

She tries to put her hair in a bun but holding her arms up hurts.

"Explain it to me, Bonnie." He sets her down and takes the tie from her. She explains it to him and he gathers all her hair and pulls it up, pushes it through the tie, twists it, and pushes her hair through it again.

He makes eye contact with her through the mirror and she smiles at him. He looks at the wobbly mountain on top of her head and laughs.

She wiggles her head. "Well done, handsome Scot. Now carry me to bed cause I'm starting to cool off."

He picks her up right away and carries her to bed, laying her down gently and pulls the comforter over her. He kisses her softly and she admires the naked man sitting on the side of the bed. She strokes his chest and belly and he shoots up.

She looks at him with a smirk on her lips. "Maybe we should try to eat and drink something first before we try snuggling."

"That sounds like a plan, Bonnie. And it gives you time to think about the clothes you want to wear."

She grabs the cream to put on her bruises and Logan says: "Oh hell, I can't help you with that right now."

She giggles and says: "Go and get some food and beverages while I rub this ointment on my bruises nice and slow." Her eyes roam over his body as she rubs the cream on her ribs in a circular motion.

He stares at her and slaps his cheek before walking over to the closet to grab boxers, sweatpants, and a T-shirt from it. While keeping his gaze away from the bed he gets dressed quickly and runs downstairs on his bare feet.

He enters the cafe, where Grazia is sitting at the bar with a cup of tea while Freya tends to the customers. He mumbles a fuck and walks into the kitchen.

Grazia follows him. "Come and sit down at the bar for a whisky. And put some shoes on!" Logan is about to go against her when she adds: "It's not up for debate! Hurry!"

He slides his feet into his old sneakers next to the back door and walks back into the cafe again. Freya puts a glass of whisky on the bar and points at the stool across from it.

Logan sits down, takes a sip, and sighs. "I'm sorry ladies. I know I should be working right now and..."

Freya looks him straight in the eye and tells him to shut up and drink his whisky. Grazia asks if he and Scorpia would like some food. He nods and takes another sip. The whisky helps him relax and he looks at Freya.

She says: "Congrats! You did the impossible and brought all the other team members to higher heights. You're coming home with a huge stack of prizes. The guys are gathering here to celebrate by the way."

Grazia comes out of the kitchen with a wooden board full of antipasti. Logan drools at the sight and Grazia laughs. "I've also filled two pitchers, one with juice and one with water. I'll grab two glasses and carry them upstairs for you."

Logan walks into the kitchen again to grab the old cookie tin with shortbread from the cupboard.

Grazia comes back down and he asks: "So you know everything already? About the tournament and Scorpia?"

Grazia nods and says: "Bruno told us everything and Freya spoke to Ricardo. Just go to your girl and if there's anything we can do, let us know. Marco is on his way over to help out, so don't worry about the cafe, okay?"

Logan thanks the woman and carries the antipasti upstairs. When he reaches the top of the stairs he finds Scoripa on the couch in sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. She's applying make-up to her face to hide the rainbow of colors on her there a little.

Logan puts the food down on the coffee table and sits down next to her. "Bonnie, what are you doing out of bed?"

"Making sure I don't look half-dead. Come closer."

Logan scoots closer and she starts applying concealer around his eye too but changes her mind. She wipes it off and Logan cocks his brow. "Changed my mind." A blush appears on her cheeks, reaching all the way to her eyes, provoking a grin from Logan.

He leans forward to kiss her and asks: "Changed your mind? Why?"

She mumbles something and avoids his gaze.

"Bonnie... I'm going to eat all the antipasti myself. And the shortbread."

Her eyes immediately connect with his and he hears her stomach growl. He stretches her nickname as he pronounces it before throwing a piece of cheese into his mouth. "Mmm, provolone."

Her stomach roars and she moans. "Logannnn, you're being mean. And if I tell you why, we surely won't be eating."

He looks at her, catching the golden specks dancing through the dark of her eyes. He holds a piece of cheese between his teeth and leans forward, pressing his lips against hers before dropping the cheese into her mouth. She chews on it and tries to hide that her jaw hurts.

Logan notices of course and sends Marco a message. He pours a glass of juice for Scorpia and hands it to her. She drinks almost all of it in one go and Logan laughs.

"Do you want a refill, Bonnie? And maybe tell me why you changed your mind?" He fills her glass again before pouring for himself as well. He hands her the glass and turns to the side to face her, resting his hand on her bare foot and looking into her eyes.

She takes a sip of the juice and quickly says: "Because it looks better without the make-up. Much better. Um. Like a pirate." She chuckles and downs the contents of her glass again.

Logan sets his glass aside and crawls towards her. "Like a sexy pirate?"

She nods and swallows. He leans closer, towering over her, looking deep into her eyes. Her hand cups his cheek as she sucks his bottom lip into her mouth, tilting her head to kiss him deeply. He kisses her back wildly, his hands sliding under her shirt.

"Oh, Bonnie."

She whispers: "As a very hot pirate. One I'm not sure I can handle."

He bites her neck and she moans. He pulls her close and then hears the sound of the one thing she's been trying to hide.

"Ouch." She covers her mouth quickly but it's too late.

Logan sits up immediately and swears. "I'm sorry Bonnie." He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs.

"Don't Logan. Don't blame yourself. I really want to. And I'm certain you haven't forgotten about our sparring session in Bruno's gym. And we haven't... yet... And you looking this way..."

She closes her eyes and her words are covered in frustration when she lets out: "Hell Logan."

He chuckles when he hears her say hell. "Do I have to stay away from you, Bonnie?"

"Don't you dare handsome Scot. I want to see our little pirate soon. And we have to find something I can eat. Pass me an olive, will you?"

He hands her an olive and she sucks on it. She tries to swallow it whole but the olive fights back. Logan gets scared and quickly hands her his glass. She takes a sip and shoots him a sad look as she sighs.

They hear footsteps on the stairs and a few seconds later, Marco's happy face appears. "Don't look so sad, Scorpia. I brought you a bag of yummy goodies." He hands it to her and she finds applesauce, yogurt, yogurt drink, ice cream, and jars of baby food in it.

She goes for the tub of ice cream right away and pulls the lid off.

Logan looks into the bag as well, "hey, that's smart. This way Scorpia can eat with Leo at the same time." He thinks of something and says: "I'll grab you a spoon, Bonnie."

He rushes downstairs and Marco takes Logan's place next to Scorpia. He studies her face and asks: "How bad is it really, Scorpia?"

She lifts her shirt and Marco closes his eyes with horror. She tells him her cheekbone is broken and that they had to reset her jaw. And that she covered her face in a thick layer of make-up because the skin underneath it hs every color of the rainbow.

"Jesus Scorpia! But you did win... But Jesus!"

Scorpia chuckles at his state of confusion and reads pride and worry in his eyes. "Distract me a little Marco. How much fun did you have last night?"

Marco smirks, "You don't really think I'm going to go into detail, right?"

She laughs and replies: "Fine, I'll ask the girls. I'm sure they will tell me."

"It was hot and good but I'm exhausted. Is that enough for you?"

Logan comes back upstairs and says: "Hell no. We need a lot more details. Especially now that my Bonnie is too hurt to..."

Marco shakes his head and Logan hands Scorpia a spoon while he hides something behind his back. She shoots him a questioning look and he pulls a plate with two croquettes from behind his back. "Tadaa! I'll just feed them to you like I fed them to Leo."

Scorpia's stomach answers as soon as her eyes connect with the fried snacks.

Logan chuckles and Marco gets up rapidly. "Have fun! Bye!" Marco races downstairs and Scorpia and Logan watch him run off as they laugh.

Logan sits down on the long end of the couch and stretches out his legs before patting his lap. Scorpia sits down on his lap sideways and he puts a pillow behind her back. She leans back and relaxes as Logan puts the plate of croquettes on her lap, breaking them in two to let them cool off, grabbing the ice cream and the spoon from the coffee table.

He looks at the tub and laughs. "Italian mocha. Of course. What else."

He feeds her a small bite and she sucks on it, humming with pleasure. Logan watches her with a smile on his face and feeds her another spoonful. She enjoys it and kisses him.

"Mmm Bonnie, that's pretty yummy."

She nods and asks him what his favorite flavor is.

"Scottish tablet."

She tilts her head, wondering what it is and he says: "I promise we will eat it when we're in Scotland together. It's sad that you can't take ice cream home with you though. But we can buy a ton of Scottish tablet. And I think Lexy knows how to make it too. It's like caramel but grainier in structure. Very yummy. My grandma made it for me every weekend."

She catches the memory reflecting in his grey eyes, the color of his pupils deepening and the smile on his lips appearing, making her stroke his cheek and kiss his lips.

She looks at the croquettes and Logan pulls some ragout from it with his finger, lifting it to her lips to make her open her mouth. She sucks the meat off and moans.

Logan rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, "of all the stupid ideas I ever came up with, this must be the most stupid one. Hell Bonnie."

She sticks her own finger into the croquette and licks the ragout off slowly.

"Fuck, not helping babe."

She chuckles because he adds some Scottish swearwords and doesn't even notice he's doing it. She enjoys the filling of the croquettes and her stomach calms down slowly. Once most of the snacks are eaten, she asks for the ice cream again. He hands her the tub and spoon and she feeds him a bite of half melted ice cream before eating a spoonful herself.

She hears Bruno's voice come closer and almost throws the ice cream aside from happiness.

"Shall we look upstairs to see if mommy's there? Uncle Bruno thinks she is. And she probably missed you dearly. Maybe we should call out to her. Mommyyyyyyyyy!"

Leo repeats it with his tiny voice and Scorpia yells back. "Yeeeeees! Leoooooo!"

She hears Bruno swear between his teeth as Leo comes into sight, waving his little arms and legs around like crazy while Bruno tries to hold onto him. "Holy crap sorellina, he's going to be a good boxer some day." He laughs and hands Leo to Scorpia.

Leo starts to cry and Scorpia holds him against her shoulder, rubbing his back lovingly. She hears him sob against her neck and his whole body shakes.

Logan strokes Leo's hair and the little boy lets out sadly: "Mommy amo." He fists Scorpia's shirt and hiccups.

Scorpia rocks him gently and whispers sweet words, giving her son all the time he needs to calm down. He eventually slowly raises his head and kisses her cheek.

She holds her breath for a second because it hurts and moves Leo to her arm. He stares at her with his beautiful eye and reaches his hands out to her. He touches her chin and places his small fingers on her lips.

Bruno whispers: "I'm going back down to celebrate with the guys. Leo missed mommy a lot but I will fill you in on the details later."

Bruno goes downstairs and Scorpia kisses Leo's forehead. Logan kisses him too and his honey colored eye shoots to his daddy. He points at Logan's eye and makes a shocked sound.

He frowns and asks: "Daddy ouchie?" Logan nods and Leo giggles.

Logan pouts and Scorpia tries her best not to laugh.

Leo notices Logan's sad face, "daddy amo!"

"Oh thank God. Because daddy loves you and mommy very much."

Scorpia rests her head against Logan's chest and closes her tired eyes.

Leo looks at her and says: "Awww."

Logan smiles as he realizes that spending a day with the other kids in their family has enlarged Leo's vocabulary.

Logan stretches his arm out to grab the tin with shortbread and gets a cookie from it. He hands it to Leo, who opens his mouth right away and sucks on it, making happy sounds. Logan watches the sweet boy, wondering what Bruno meant.

He sends Bruno a message:

Has Leo eaten something yet?
And what did you mean earlier?

Bruno replies, explaining that nonna fed Leo homemade pasta. He asks if Scorpia is sleeping and Logan lets him know she is.

He hears footsteps on the stairs and sees Bruno come back up. "Hand Leo to me for a sec, so you can tuck Scorpia into bed. She has to rest. Stubborn little thing."

Logan laughs and hands Leo to Bruno. He picks Scorpia up and carries her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed and pulling the covers over her. He pulls a chair closer to the bed and puts her laptop and phone on it, and a glass of water with a painkiller on the nightstand.

He hears Bruno sing an Italian song for Leo and as he moves closer to them he catches Leo yawn. Bruno winks and continues the song as he rocks Leo. Leo's eye closes slowly and Logan takes him from Bruno.

He lays Leo next to Scorpia, a pillow on his other side, to make sure the little boy can't fall out of bed. He turns the baby monitor on and shoves the receiver into his pocket.

Both men walk out of the bedroom and close the door behind them. They gather the dirty dishes and go downstairs together.

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