After completely unloading Seawolf and docking her for the rest of the year, Will climbed into Logan’s red pickup and together they drove to the Anchorage Airport. They didn’t have a flight, so Logan had promised Will that if they couldn’t get one, they would spend the evening in the airport hotel and do some shopping. Will was still stuck wearing Logan’s clothing, and they could both use a few things that didn’t stink like fish.

Logan was strangely happy. Even though he’d lost his crew, he wouldn’t see his ship for a long time, and they were headed back to his home which held so many tragic memories for him, he was happy. He had his mate, he was in love, and maybe, just maybe, they could have a peaceful life together. One without any more tragedy.

Will fell asleep quickly in the truck, it had been a long day, so Logan turned on the radio quietly and kept himself company for the drive. The Alaskan landscape was beautiful, and he took it all in for maybe the last time. He and Will both had a love for this place that would probably bring them back, but for now he was giving it up. He reached over and put a gentle, possessive hand on Will’s thigh. Seeing all those guns pointed at his mate had been terrifying. It had really woken him up to his priorities. His mate and his baby; they were what he needed in life, nothing else. Maybe he’d spent his whole life avoiding family, but he couldn’t any longer. Family was his destiny.

The drive was long, and to keep himself awake he started to imagine what their lives would look like in New Zealand. A nice little house, maybe by the beach. Maybe he could even build it. Lots of shiplap and navy blue, and their baby could have a boat-shaped cradle to rock in at night. For once, he didn’t have to dismiss the fanciful thoughts as silly. They weren’t. They were honestly his future. As long as he could keep his mate and their growing infant alive, he would be rewarded with a beautiful young family to care for. They would need a house, a nursery, and all the things he dreamed of.

He thought about whether or not his baby would like fishing. Girl or boy, he decided, he would take them and teach them how to sail, how to treat the ocean with respect, how to take only what was necessary and never too much. He knew Will would teach their child compassion, logic, and bravery, but he wanted to teach them hardiness, responsibility, and leadership.

He started to see where he and Will could be effective parents, where they balanced each other out. He remembered how Will had supported him, and he had protected Will. He thought they could have a life like that, a life of cooperation. A lasting love, one for the history books.

Logan leaned over and kissed Will gently in his sleep, more and more in love with the omega every second. He was so strong, for him and for their baby. Through everything, Will had kept his strength, and Logan was grateful to him for that. If Will hadn’t fought for this, maybe Logan would have spent his whole life avoiding it. That seemed tragic to him now, and he knew that he had truly grown.

When they got to Anchorage, Logan gently woke Will after parking the truck in the airport lot and kissing all over his cheeks and neck. Will squirmed, gasping and laughing himself awake, and gave him an adoring, sleepy little look that set Logan’s heart ablaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” Logan admitted, and Will flushed. Was he glowing? Logan thought he might be already. Or maybe he was finally on dry land, and that was enough.

“Thank you,” Will murmured, getting out of the truck to stretch his slender body.

Logan admired him, and grabbed the few things he had from the back.

“We’ll check when the next flight out is, and then get a hotel room,” he promised Will. “I’m wasted.”

Will nodded. “After you take a nap, can we explore the airport?”

Logan smiled. This man was endlessly curious, it seemed. He loved it.

“Sounds great,” he promised, and kissed Will’s cheek. It felt good to be able to do that openly. “I love you,” he said again, and Will actually laughed softly.

“I love you, too. You can’t stop saying that, can you?”

“No,” Logan admitted with a grin. “Should I?”

Will shook his head, smiling just as much. “Not a chance,” he assured him.

* * *

They booked a flight for later the next day and Logan got them a beautiful hotel room. The first thing Will wanted was a shower.

“Will you join me?” he coaxed Logan, who thoroughly stank after all that time on the ship.

“Hell yeah,” Logan agreed, pulling Will close and kissing him as he began to strip his clothing off.

Will helped, stripping Logan down, and then pulled him into a steaming hot shower, moaning in sensual delight.

“It’s been way too long,” he sighed in relief, and Logan made a similarly erotic noise, stretching out his large, muscular body under the water.

Will pressed their naked, wet bodies together and kissed Logan, thrusting his tongue into his alpha’s mouth. To his delight, Logan gave a low, aroused growl and pushed Will against the shower wall with his body, lifting his hips and holding him there.

Will felt himself harden, and he moaned softly as he rubbed against Logan’s thick cock, trying to tempt him. It seemed to work. Logan bit his throat, shoving his hips and that hot, aching cock against Will, trapping him.

“Alpha,” Will whispered, and he could hear the words escape his lips like he was outside of his own body. He wasn’t in heat, but he still needed Logan, needed him more than anything.

Logan placed Will on his feet and then unwrapped one of the tiny bars of hotel soap and lathered his hands with it. Will trembled as he felt those strong hands slide all over his body, his chest, his arms, washing down his back and between his asscheeks. Then, with one slippery, soapy hand, Logan gripped him. Will cried out, bucking toward the touch.

“Don’t stop,” he begged, and Logan smirked at him, short hair clinging to his wet forehead.

“I won’t,” his alpha promised.

Logan’s grip tightened as he stroked Will from base to tip, coaxing intense, overwhelming pleasure from him. He could feel his whole body grow hot, his ass clenched and suddenly he wanted nothing more than Logan deep inside him, pounding him, filling him like he knew the alpha could.

“Please,” Will begged softly, and he heard a growl from Logan in response. “Please, fuck me.”

Logan shook his head, pulling back. “Not yet. You wash me now.”

He handed the soap to a trembling Will.

Will tried to clear his head. He just wanted to be fucked, why couldn’t Logan just take him? But he lathered his hands and washed over Logan’s strong, muscular body and suddenly he didn’t mind so much. He scrubbed Logan’s chest and back, and then moved down, getting a thrill out of washing his alpha’s tight, round ass. He even knelt and washed his legs and feet thoroughly, massaging every inch of him except his cock.

Will kissed his way back up Logan’s body and smiled at him mischievously. The captain nuzzled at Will’s throat, and a deep shiver went through the omega. Logan was irresistible. When he finally got to Logan’s cock, he stroked his thick length in a very slippery hand, loving the way he twitched and throbbed in his grip. He teased him, hoping to use what power he had to drive Logan crazy.

Just when he thought Logan might actually let him jerk him to completion, his alpha growled and grabbed him, pinning him once more against the hard shower wall, but this time chest-first.

Will rested his cheek against the cool tile and his palms caressed the water droplets; he took a deep breath. Then, Logan’s thick cock pushed inside him and he cried out, eagerly pushing his ass back to take him deeper.

“Oh fuck, Alpha, fuck me,” he begged, and Logan obliged, thrusting against his prostate, holding Will’s hips as he pushed into his tight little ass.

“Mine,” Logan growled. “You’re mine, Omega.”

Will loved hearing that, and moaned blissfully. “Yes, yes, yours, don’t stop, yours, Alpha.” he panted, moving his hips with every single thrust to take him deep.

He could smell the bright, clean scent of soap, feel Logan’s strong body pressed against him from behind, holding him so perfectly in place. He writhed on his incredible cock, and he knew that he did belong to Logan, but Logan was his too, his mate and only his.

“Will,” Logan’s voice growled adoringly in his ear, his voice rough with arousal. “Come for me, come with me,” he ordered, almost pleaded, and Will couldn’t resist that, no part of him could.

They both cried out together, their moans filling the air as pleasure took them each at the same time. It seemed to Will like they were connected, linked together, and he never wanted to lose that feeling.

“I love you so much,” Will panted, still pressed tight to the shower wall. The hot water was pouring down over them, filling the small space with thick steam. Sweat and water rolled down his body in thick droplets.

“I love you too, Omega,” Logan whispered, kissing Will’s back, his soft skin.

They stayed together like that for several minutes, and then gently Logan pulled back. In a pleasure-fueled fog, they finished washing each other, kissing and touching and speaking very softly, neither of them wanting to leave the moment.

When they were done in the shower, Logan shut off the water and then wrapped Will in a big, soft hotel towel and Will did the same for him. They dried each other gently, collapsing into bed for more tender kisses.

Neither of them even bothered to get dressed. Will wrapped himself up in Logan’s strong arms and they let sleep do the rest, carrying them to a peaceful slumber.

* * *

Logan hadn’t been planning to sleep through the night, but the exhaustion of captaining a crabbing vessel, not to mention the other adventures that had occurred that eventful season, had finally caught up with him. When he did wake up, it was to a bright sun, and the smell of coffee and bacon in their hotel room.

He groaned softly and opened his eyes, amused to be greeted by the sight of Will guiltily shoving bacon into his mouth, submitting to those pregnancy cravings.

“Just can’t resist, huh?” Logan teased, and Will jumped.

“Shit! You scared me,” he said, and dropped the bacon, ashamed of himself. “I figured I’d let you sleep, but there’s coffee and breakfast for you, if you want…”

“Thanks,” Logan said, gazing at his mate with love in his heart. He could do this. Wake up every morning to his beautiful lover and a big breakfast in a warm bed. There were worse ways to live.

Will brought over a cup of coffee for him and sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a hotel bathrobe, his curly hair a mess in the morning light. Logan groaned.

“Careful, or I’ll drag you right back into bed,” he murmured, and it was both a threat and a promise.

Will laughed. “We don’t have time. I still want to explore the airport before we have to catch our flight this afternoon, and we slept in.”

Logan glanced at the clock and groaned.

“Yeesh. We really did,” he said, but he didn’t regret it. Those early morning moments when he had pulled Will’s body in close, cuddled him tightly, they were worth everything to Logan. He could have missed their flight entirely and he still wouldn’t have regretted it.

Logan sat up to sip on his coffee, leaning over to give Will an affectionate little kiss.

“Good morning, my love.”

Will smiled at him brightly. “Good morning,” he said softly. “Finish your coffee and get dressed, please.”

The beautiful young scientist slipped off the bed and went to finish his bacon, and Logan took a big sip of the hot coffee, sighing with pleasure. This was a life worth living.