My Wife First°•°•°

The idea of the scenario :

They both had twins boys of 8 y/o, Idris and Issei.

Idris and Issei started asking random questions like every kids would and Logan sighed and answered them until Idris asked him "Who should be served dinner first by mama, the husband or kids ?".

It was just a question to annoy Logan and this whipped man said "Doesn't matter to me because no one is eating until my wife sits down."

The oneshot :

The large dining room of Logan's grand estate was both intimidating and cozy. A chandelier hung low from the ceiling, its crystals sparkling against the dim golden light.

The table stretched long enough to seat a dozen people, yet tonight, it was set intimately for 4.

The aroma of [Y/n]'s cooking wafted from the kitchen, a tantalizing promise of a home-cooked meal.

Logan sat at the head of the table, his imposing figure at odds with the domestic tranquility of the scene. Dressed sharply, as always, his black shirt hugged his broad shoulders and the faint glint of his cufflinks caught the light every so often.

Despite the ever-present weight of his Mafia responsibilities, the moment he stepped into this house, he was just a husband and father.

He rested his chin on one hand, his steel-gray eyes occasionally softening as they followed [Y/n]'s graceful movements in the kitchen.

She hummed a soft tune under her breath, her [e/c] eyes glowing with the warmth of the task. Her [h/c] hair was pinned up lazily, a few strands escaping to frame her face.

She was wearing a casual, fitted dress that highlighted her perfect figure, yet it was her smile– so effortless and genuine– that kept Logan utterly captivated.

No matter how many years passed, he was helplessly in love with her.

Meanwhile, their 8 years old twins, Idris and Issei, were a flurry of energy. The boys, who bore a striking resemblance to Logan with their dark hair and sharp features but inherited their mother's enchanting [e/c] eyes, sat at the table, bouncing in their chairs. Idris was twirling a spoon while Issei was stacking forks like building blocks.

"Papa", Idris began, tilting his head with a mischievous grin, "why do we have to wait for dinner when Mama cooks so slow ?"

Logan sighed, leaning back in his chair. "First, your mother doesn't cook slow. She cooks perfectly. Second, patience, Idris. You're not starving."

"But, Papa !" Issei chimed in. "Why do we even need forks ? Can't we just eat with our hands ?"

"Because we're civilized", he replied dryly, his tone betraying a hint of amusement.

Idris smirked, clearly scheming. "Papa, is it true you were scarier before you married Mama ?"

The older man gave him a pointed look, his lips curving into a faint smirk. "I was scarier before you were born, brat. But don't worry– if you keep up with these questions, I can show you."

The boys giggled, unfazed. [Y/n] peeked out from the kitchen, her melodic laugh filling the room. "Don't frighten them, darling."

Logan's expression softened instantly as his gaze met hers. "They're not scared. They're testing boundaries, as always."

"Papa", Idris piped up again, now leaning forward with an exaggeratedly curious expression. "Who should Mama serve dinner to first ? You or us ?"

The question hung in the air and Logan's sharp gray eyes narrowed. Idris was clearly trying to stir trouble, his mischievous grin giving him away.

Issei leaned in closer, waiting for his father's answer while [Y/n] paused in the kitchen doorway, one hand on her hip, already anticipating her husband's response.

He let out a long-suffering sigh, running a hand through his hair before fixing Idris with a mock-serious glare.

"Doesn't matter to me", he said, his voice steady and firm. "Because no one is eating until my wife sits down."

Idris and Issei burst into laughter while [Y/n]'s cheeks flushed a delicate pink.

"Logan", she protested softly though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement.

"That's the rule",  he continued, leaning back in his chair with an air of finality. "This house revolves around your mother. If she's not sitting, no one is eating. Understood ?"

The boys nodded enthusiastically though their laughter hadn't quite subsided. [Y/n] walked over, carrying a steaming dish, her smile radiant as she set it on the table.

He reached for her hand, pulling her gently into the chair beside him before she could even think about going back for the next dish.

"You're spoiling me", she murmured, though her tone was filled with affection.

He leaned closer, his voice low enough that only she could hear. "Not nearly enough."

[Y/n] blushed again and the boys groaned dramatically, muttering something about how their parents were "too lovey-dovey".

But even they couldn't hide their grins as the family finally settled in for dinner, the air filled with warmth, love and the occasional teasing question.

As the family began serving their plates, the boys launched into another flurry of chatter, their voices animated as they shared details about their day.

Idris was recounting a story about how he and Issei had built the "biggest sand fortress ever" at school while Issei interrupted every other sentence to add his own embellishments.

[Y/n] listened with an indulgent smile, her attention divided between her sons' antics and keeping an eye on Logan, who sat with a rare, relaxed expression on his face.

"Papa", Idris said suddenly, pointing a fork in his direction. "If you were a kid like us, would you be the bossy one or the quiet one ?"

His quirked an eyebrow, cutting into his steak with surgical precision. "Bossy one. Obviously."

She laughed softly, her melodic voice filling the room. "He's not lying. I can't imagine you being quiet, my dear."

"You underestimate me", he replied, glancing at her with a smirk. "I can be quiet when I need to be."

Issei's eyes lit up. "Like when you're sneaking up on the bad guys ?"

Logan froze for half a second, his fork paused in midair. "Something like that."

"Did you ever sneak up on really bad guys ?" Idris pressed, his tone filled with the kind of morbid curiosity only children could muster.

"Idris", Deena interjected gently, though her lips twitched with amusement. "Let your Papa eat in peace."

Logan, however, leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "I did. But that's a story for when you're much older."

"How much older ?" Issei asked, his fork dangling precariously over his plate.

"30", he deadpanned.

The boys groaned in unison and [Y/n] shook her head, hiding her smile behind her glass of water. "You'll make them even more curious, Logan."

"Good", he said smoothly, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "Curiosity's fine but they need to learn patience too."

Idris wasn't done yet. "Okay, okay. Then what about Mama ? Was she curious when you first met her ?"

[Y/n]'s cheeks turned a soft pink and she looked up sharply, her [e/c] eyes sparkling with playful warning. "Idris, eat your dinner."

"But it's a good question !" Issei chimed in, bouncing in his seat. "Did Mama ask you a lot of questions, Papa ? Like Idris and me ?"

Logan's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. His gaze softened as he looked at [Y/n], who was now attempting to focus on her plate to avoid his eyes.

"Your mother didn't have to ask questions. She already knew everything. About me, about herself, about the world. She was– she is– the smartest person I've ever met."

[Y/n] gave a small laugh, flustered but clearly touched. "Logan, stop. You'll make them think I'm some kind of genius."

"You are", he said simply as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

The boys exchanged wide-eyed glances, clearly impressed. "Wow", Idris said, dragging out the word. "So Mama is the boss of you, huh ?"

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, fixing his sons with a pointed look. "That's not exactly how it works."

"But kind of, right ?" Issei pressed, grinning mischievously. "Because you do whatever Mama says."

His gaze flickered to [Y/n], who was struggling not to laugh. He sighed, shaking his head. "I do what your mother asks because I choose to. That's what love is."

The boys groaned dramatically again, pretending to gag but their laughter soon followed.

[Y/n] reached over and placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch grounding him in a way nothing else could.

"You're setting quite the example for them, my love", she murmured softly, her eyes full of warmth. "Even if they don't realize it yet."

"They'll figure it out", Logan said, his voice low and certain. "And until then, I'll make sure they know what matters : family, respect and always taking care of the ones you love."

For a moment, the room fell quiet. The boys, sensing the sincerity in their father's tone, glanced at each other and then back at their parents.

Idris finally broke the silence with a cheeky grin. "So... does that mean you'll let us have dessert before you ?"

He rolled his eyes while [Y/n] burst into laughter, her joy lighting up the entire room. "Not a chance", he said firmly but the corners of his mouth twitched upward, betraying his amusement.

And as the family continued their meal, the warmth and love they shared filled every corner of the grand estate, proving that even in the life of a Mafia boss, home was where his heart truly belonged.

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(A/n) : we love whipped men. These kind of men are just a must have, I swear. Also, I officially ran out of name so now I'll just use those I already used again. Whatever.

See ya ! 💋