He picked up the bottle from the countertop. Vanilla Hazelnut.
What the hell was he doing thinking about a bubblebath? Had he completely lost his mind?
"I don't care what Marie says. I *will* feel like less of a man if I use this smelly crap."
But he had promised, and he didn't feel right letting her down. He couldn't just dump the bottle out, because she would know he didn't take the bath and she would know this because he would still smell all Logan-y, not like vanilla hazelnut crap.
He turned around to the tub and began running the water, testing it to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold, but just right.
And when the hell did he start talking like a golden haired snoop? He figured he would just add it to the list of things to blame Marie for, which also included this damn bath. Bath. Shit.
He turned around to check the water. It was too high to add more bubbles. Grumbling, he let some water out and began adding the bubbles.
***
Three hours later
***
"Sugar? You still in there?"
"Umm. No."
"Can I come in and grab Flea's rubber ducky?"
"Umm. Just a second. I don't want you coming in here yet."
Marie, with a puzzled look on her face, opened the door slowly to see what Logan's problem was. She opened her mouth to ask if he even saw the ducky, but the sight that she was greeted with in the mirror horrified her.
Logan. Big, strong, manly, growly, HOT Logan.
Sitting in a bathtub overflowing with bubbles.
That wasn't the scary part.
His hair had been fashioned into a 1970s bubble afro.
That wasn't the scary part, either.
What frightened Marie most of all was the rendition of "Rubber Ducky, You're the One" that Logan was presently singing into her backscrubber, while gazing at Flea's prized rubber duck.
Surprisingly, it was a lovely rendition of the song. She never knew he could sing. She wondered if he could dance, as well, and if those were the only secrets he was hiding from her.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Marie screamed as she turned to face Logan in the tub.
"Well, you said to try the bubblebath. I didn't know they could be so much fun!"
"I *told* you that you would enjoy it."
"But you know what would make this better?"
Marie raised one eyebrow warily. "No, but I'm afraid to ask."
Logan grabbed Marie's hand and pulled her into the tub.
"You."
What the hell was he doing thinking about a bubblebath? Had he completely lost his mind?
"I don't care what Marie says. I *will* feel like less of a man if I use this smelly crap."
But he had promised, and he didn't feel right letting her down. He couldn't just dump the bottle out, because she would know he didn't take the bath and she would know this because he would still smell all Logan-y, not like vanilla hazelnut crap.
He turned around to the tub and began running the water, testing it to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold, but just right.
And when the hell did he start talking like a golden haired snoop? He figured he would just add it to the list of things to blame Marie for, which also included this damn bath. Bath. Shit.
He turned around to check the water. It was too high to add more bubbles. Grumbling, he let some water out and began adding the bubbles.
***
Three hours later
***
"Sugar? You still in there?"
"Umm. No."
"Can I come in and grab Flea's rubber ducky?"
"Umm. Just a second. I don't want you coming in here yet."
Marie, with a puzzled look on her face, opened the door slowly to see what Logan's problem was. She opened her mouth to ask if he even saw the ducky, but the sight that she was greeted with in the mirror horrified her.
Logan. Big, strong, manly, growly, HOT Logan.
Sitting in a bathtub overflowing with bubbles.
That wasn't the scary part.
His hair had been fashioned into a 1970s bubble afro.
That wasn't the scary part, either.
What frightened Marie most of all was the rendition of "Rubber Ducky, You're the One" that Logan was presently singing into her backscrubber, while gazing at Flea's prized rubber duck.
Surprisingly, it was a lovely rendition of the song. She never knew he could sing. She wondered if he could dance, as well, and if those were the only secrets he was hiding from her.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Marie screamed as she turned to face Logan in the tub.
"Well, you said to try the bubblebath. I didn't know they could be so much fun!"
"I *told* you that you would enjoy it."
"But you know what would make this better?"
Marie raised one eyebrow warily. "No, but I'm afraid to ask."
Logan grabbed Marie's hand and pulled her into the tub.
"You."