BTR Imagines/Preferences.ღ✿

Logan Henderson Imagine(you're insecure..why?)

"How about this!" Logan says pointing to a sexy short black dress with lace leading down the sides.

"Baby, I'm a new time mom. I don't think I need to be dressing up for you anytime soon," you say picking your three week old baby boy gently. Although he wasn't planned, he was the best thing to come into yours and Logans' life and brought you both even closer together.

You were at the mall looking for anything but maternity clothes. You've somehow managed to lose all the baby weight, so you've decided it was time for some new clothes. You brought Logan with you, but to be honest, you didn't want to. He always picked out some teenage girl slut clothing for you, loving you in that. He only came because he didn't want to be left alone with your baby, which you could definitely see.  

"Just try it on for me, pwease?" he asks, popping out his bottom lip, pouting. With that face, how could you say no?

You went in, slipped it on, and felt disgusted immediately. Why the hell would Logan want to see you in this? You looked terrible!..At least that's what you think. You hesitantly open the door, but he pushes it right open with the baby on his shoulder. He licks his lips as he checks you out.

"Let's buy it," he says pulling a few twenties out of his pocket.

You stuff the green bills back in his pocket. "No, no. Let's not."

"What? Why not?" he says grumpily.

"Logan, look at me. I look ugly and you know it. My thighs are freaking huge!" you say frustrated, blinking back the tears that are now forming in your brown orbs. 

"Stop hiding behind your dumb over-sized sweatshirts! You have such a gorgeous body and I have no idea how you don't see it. Even after having a baby, you're still stick skinny just like you were nine months ago. Mm, I happen to love your thighs by the way. They're only like two inches, you have a thigh gap for God's sake! You look so damn sexy, I just..I just-" he scratches his neck. "Uh, what was I saying?"

You giggle and roll your eyes at him. That's just like Logan to forget so easily. 

"Oh yeah!" he says after thinking for a bit. "You're beautiful, unusual, the prettiest thing."

"Thank you, Loges," you say kissing him on the cheek. "Love ya."

"Isn't mommy beautiful?" he asks your son, bouncing him up and down. "I hope some day you find a girl as great as her, though it might be impossible."

You hug him a bit as he pulls you in for more. Your son starts crying, like a signal for you both to stop being so romantic towards each other and he exits hurriedly. You slip off the dress and throw it over to him. He rushes to the cashier, pulls out his money, and buys it before you're even out of the dressing room. You send him a not-so-serious glare, then you both burst out laughing. 

On the way home, Logan made you change into the new dress he got you as he agreed to babysit, alone. You simply couldn't say no, you needed a break from waking up every two to three hours. You felt uncomfortable the whole way home, but Logan made you feel like the beautiful person you are. You couldn't thank him enough for it, either.