Logan

Jack had taken the princess to the children's room that morning after breakfast, leaving Logan to pack up. Savannah agreed to take the little girl home and watch her overnight now that she was over the chicken pox and Jack had given the blonde girl a strong hug of thanks. She only laughed and smacked his chest.

With the baby situation sorted out, Jack headed back to the Hamlet to see how far Logan had gotten. They'd need a shelter and bedding. Food. Comforts. Jack knew his husband didn't like roughing it. His own big contribution was a machete, a rifle, and a pair of tight black trousers.

"Aren't you ready to go yet?" he teased, knowing his pack was going to weight a ton.