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“I still think this is a bad idea,” Logan grumbled. He looked very unamused, which would normally look intimidating, if it weren’t for the excited 6-year-old perched on his shoulders.
“I think our daughter would love to see the Institute and everyone,” you told Logan. “Instead of making everyone come out here to visit.”
“Will Uncle Beastie be there?” your daughter, Lillie, asked. You smiled and nodded, which caused her to squeal in excitement, which in turn led Logan to wince in pain from the noise.
“Okay, your daughter now,” Logan stated, lifting Lillie off his shoulders and setting her down in front of you.
“Did I do something bad?” she asked looking at you, then Logan with a sad expression.
Logan sighed, and his grumpy expression melted away. “No, sweetie, you just forget sometimes I have sensitive ears. That shriek hurt so now I’m going to go make sure we’re packed so my ears can take a break.” He patted Lillie’s head before heading into the bedroom you and him shared.
“Let’s go pick out what toys you want to bring, since you can’t bring all of them,” you suggested.
“Okay!” Lillie replied, perking back up.
Several hours later, the three of you had made it to the Xavier Institute. Logan had driven, and you did your best to keep Lillie entertained. After getting to the school, you made your rounds greeting your friends. However, you didn’t want to impose on the Institute so suddenly for dinner, so you decided to head out to eat, and invited Hank along since he was clearly Lillie’s favorite.
“There’s a nice restaurant over here that I’ve gone to a few times with the other teachers,” Hank commented, heading down the road. Lillie was walking between you and Logan, holding each of your hands, with Hank out front.
“Mutie scum, get off our streets,” a guy spat at Hank. Your heart sank.
Logan growled, letting Lillie’s hand go and stepping forward. “You want to say that one more time, bub?” he asked the man.
Before you could stop her, Lillie pulled away from your hand and stood next to her father. “Hey you’re mean! Uncle Hank didn’t do anything to you. He’s just blue and fluffy and nice!” she scolded the man. “Blue’s my favorite color!”
Logan chuckled a bit and he let his muscles un-tense. He put his hand protectively on Lillie’s shoulder, however. “My six-year-old has better manners than you. I suggest just walking away.”
The man’s face turned white, then red, before he scurried off.
Hank laughed as the last of the tension left. “Lillie, if your parents don’t get you dessert for that, I will,” he told her, patting her head.