"Did I hurt you?"
Jean shook her head, leaning closer to press a kiss against his jaw. "It's not that," She reassured softly. "Just… sore. It's normal."
But Logan still fussed, his hand gently rubbing small circles over her hip, thumb brushing against her ribs.
"You should've told me to stop," He murmured, guilt tightening his chest.
Jean's lips curved into a tired, affectionate smile. "And miss what happened? Not a chance," She teased, voice barely above a whisper.
A soft laugh rumbled in Logan's chest… part relief, part adoration.
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Later, when Jean finally made it downstairs… each step reminding her exactly why she felt sore… Hannah and Emma were already at the table, mugs of coffee in hand.
Hannah spotted the faint stiffness in Jean's walk immediately, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, look who finally woke up," Hannah sang. "Careful, sis in law, those chairs aren't as forgiving as the bed, huh?"
