a/n: Lyla's love language is physical touch and words of affirmation and Scott's is gift giving and acts of service. change my mind
(i love these two so much it hurts and i'm obsessed)

"I think of what the world could be, a vision of the one I see... A million dreams is all it's gonna take... Oh, a million dreams for the world we're gonna make."

"You've been humming that a lot lately."

"Another song Dad used to sing when I was a kid." I shrugged, continuing to stroke Scott's hair who was resting his head on my barely noticeable bump.

"Can't believe Logan was a softie. I thought he only had two facial expressions and that was disappointment and anger." He chuckled and I flicked his forehead. "Tell me more, I need the blackmail."

"Do you remember when the mansion burned down because of the explosion?"

"How could I forget? I wasn't there and we still have nightmares about it."

"There was one thing that I wish would've been saved and it isn't the stuffed bear... It's my wishing machine."

"Wishing machine?"

"It was made of scraps of wood, a candle and a soup can that had holes in it. Every hole represented a wish, from a new toy to a sibling... I think I've had that stupid little thing since I was three years old. One of my first memories is Dad lighting that candle every night and told me to make a wish. When I woke up, the can had a new hole to represent it."

"That's... actually really sweet." Scott hummed. "I never thought Logan had that kind of sentimentality in him."

"He's sentimental in his own way. I like to think he was giving me something to believe in, even if it was holes in a can." I smiled.

"Did those wishes come true?"

"Some of them. I used to wish for a sibling and then Alex came along, now it's Gambit and Jean... Other days, I'd wish for a mom and then Kayla came into the picture. Most of them didn't, like the time I wished for Dad to cut his hair because he looked like a cat."

"You did not wish that!" He exclaimed and started laughing. "Logan Howlett, the feral tabby cat."

"It was the sideburns and I was five! He looked like a grumpy house cat! Kayla can vouch for me on that."

"Oh, I'm never letting him live that down and I'm telling Gambit later... The ferocious Wolverine, reduced to a house cat by his kid!"

"Yeah, and he'd still make me wish for it... Hell, I'd give anything to shave those sideburns and I think Kayla would too." I rolled my eyes with a small smile. "Learned years later that it was his own way of showing me that when things didn't go my way, it was still worth hoping for better."

"Sounds like Logan really wanted you to believe in something good."

"Deep down, he wanted me to turn out better than he did... He likes to think he achieved just that."

"So, let me get this straight." Scott tilted his head up and I raised an eyebrow. "Logan, the feared Wolverine, the man who fought every war since the Civil War, used to sit with his kid in what I can imagine is a pink princess bed, light a candle in a soup can, and encourage them to wish on it?"

"And the songs. Can't forget about the songs... And I especially remember a tutu involved somehow, but that one's blurry right now."

"Then let's make one. I think there's some wood in the basement with the boxes we have yet to unpack."

"You want to make a wishing machine?" I asked surprised and he nodded. "Who are you and what have you done with my husband? Because last I checked, you're not a handyman."

"I'm good with my hands! I did make us a house, didn't I? But we'll just ignore your dad bossing me around every five seconds." He shrugged and sat up, pulling me along with him.

"It is a nice house." I hummed, glancing around our bedroom. "This is sacred stuff, Red Eyes. We're talking about one of my most cherished memories."

"And it's important to you, which means it's important to me too... And our kid is probably going to think we're weird for making wishes on a soup can."

"Ah, but a very special soup can." I defended and stood up. "He painted it yellow."

"Your favorite color."

"Mm, not anymore... I think red's more my color, don't you think?"

"It doesn't suit you better. Sure I can't convince to change your suit from yellow to red?"

"Now you're just being cocky, Summers."

"I'm not hearing a no."

"I'll think about it."

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"What the hell is he doing? And why does it look like a third grade art project? He stole my hammer and I was doing something important. "

"Wishing machine." I answered and Dad's eyes widened. "Oh, and he knows about the tabby cat haircut you used to have... Though, you still kinda do."

"The one I made you was better. Can's not even yellow, it's fucking red." He grumbled and I rolled my eyes while Kayla smacked him in the head. "He's colorblind!"

"Maybe because it's not for me." I defended and pointed at my stomach. "What were you even doing, anyways? We haven't seen you since breakfast and all you did was tell Gambit he was a stupid Cajun, stole Jean's coffee and Storm's eggs, said hi to Jubilee and glared at Morph for turning into you."

"He's making the crib and a rocking chair." Kayla said. "Been at it since about five in the morning and mumbling to himself all day."

"Must've been a sight to see."

"Lyla!" Scott called and waved me over. "I think it's almost done."

"You drilled holes in it?" I tilted my head but Scott just smiled, placing the can over the candle. "Nightlight?"

"Yours counted the wishes. This one keeps them safe... But there's another can if-"

"It's perfect." I assured and spun the can. "I love it, Scott."

"You did good, Scott." Kayla praised and nudged Dad. "He's got spirit. Maybe you should learn a thing or two."

"Don't push it." Dad rolled his eyes and spun the can with a smirk. "Looks like someone punched holes in it with a rusty nail."

"It's got character!" I defended and placed a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Ain't the worst thing I've seen, that's for sure."

"And that's the closest thing to praise we'll ever witness Scott get." I teased and grabbed the wishing machine before handing it to Kayla. "We've got a meeting with the Professor... Mind taking this to the nursery?"

"Bad enough to cause headaches or Logan's gonna be grumbling for the next two days?"

"We'll see what happens."