Logan and dumo father son vibes hurt comfort? love your work!!
Just a quick little drabble on this lovely Monday! I hope you all are doing so so so well!
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“Mon fil,” Pascal said. His smile was as warm as always when he saw Logan. “To what do I owe the surprise?”
Logan felt relieved to be able to speak his mother tongue. “Salut. I- can I come in?”
Pascal stepped to the side and let Logan enter. Immediately, he was grabbed around the waist in a hug. “Tremzy! What are you doing here?”
Logan smiled down at an excited Katie. She had grown now, almost up to his chest. “I’m here to talk with your dad.”
“Can we play Mario Kart after?”
“Of course, just give me a few minutes.”
She ran down the stairway to their basement to set up the XBox. Pascal was looking at Logan knowingly and beckoned with his hand. “Come. I’ll make us some tea.”
Five minutes later, they were sat at the counter together, Logan knocking his heels against the stool like he’d never left. He loved his life now more than he could say, but he did sometimes yearn to be back here, shoulder to shoulder with the kids, speaking French and cooking with Celeste. Pascal looked at Logan like he knew that. He probably did.
“Everything okay?”
Logan nodded. “Ouais. Actually, it’s- it’s really good.” Logan reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black velvet box, flicking it open with his thumb. Pascal’s eyes widened, but he waited for Logan to say something. Logan laughed nervously and looked him in the eye. “They’re rings.”
“I see that.”
“For Finn and Leo.”
“I assumed that.”
Logan felt like he was vibrating. “I’m going to ask them to marry me.”
Pascal’s smile was the widest Logan had ever seen it. “Mon fil. Of course you are.” At Logan’s still nervous expression, he furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong?”
Logan took a shaky breath in. “I just- I don’t know. Sometimes I don’t feel I deserve this, I don’t know.”
Pascal rubbed a hand on his back. “What do you mean?”
Logan closed his eyes against the tears he could feel at the back of his eyes. “I hurt Finn. A lot. And we’ve talked about it before, and we still talk about it now, but… it’s still painful to think about.” He opened his eyes and looked into Pascal’s. They were worried, and a bit sad, but always gentle. “I hurt Finn, but I still get him, and I get Leo. It feels…”
“Too lucky?”
“Ouais.” Logan let his head fall back a little. “I just want to be a good husband to them.”
“Logan.” Pascal’s voice was softer now as he pulled Logan into a hug. “You will. You’ll be such a good husband to them, mon fil.” He squeezed Logan tightly. “You love each other, and you treat each other well. And you being nervous just shows how much you care, how dedicated you are to them.”
Logan nodded. “Ouais. Ouais, you’re right.”
“And you and Finn hurting each other doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be happy now, d’accord? You had a few rough years together, but you’ll have many more beautiful ones, and this time with Leo, too.” Pascal went silent for a few moments before speaking more carefully. “Are you also nervous because- the distance?”
Logan sighed. “Non, not- a little, ouais, but not really. We said we wanted to get married regardless. It won’t be easy, but I want to marry them.” He saw their eyes so clearly in the forefront of his mind. “I want to marry them more than anything.”
Pascal’s laugh shook their bodies. “Then what is all the worrying for?”
Logan smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know.” He hugged Pascal tightly. “Merci.”
“Any time, you know that.” They pulled apart and each took a sip of their tea. “Now, there is a girl downstairs who’s waiting for her favorite person to play with her. Why don’t you go join her, d’accord?”
Logan nodded and picked up his mug. “Ouais, I’ll go join her.” He caught Pascal’s eye once more. “I’m going to be happy. With them.”
Pascal’s laugh lines stretched as he smiled. “Oh, mon fil. You already are.”