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Logan had never been the sort of child who tip-toed down the stairs to see what Santa had brought. He'd learned the hard way that peeking at presents never ended in anything but punishment. Not to mention the fact that Aaron had made quick work of ruining any dreams of Santa by telling Logan he wasn't real at a very young age.

There was no room for make-believe at the Echolls home. Not that it had ever been easy to get lost in a dream world in a house full of violence and anger anyeway.

So on Christmas morning, Logan didn't slip out of bed. Instead he slid closer to Jack, holding the other man tightly and letting himself be grateful for what he thought was the best gift he could get that year.

Jack.

Jack was still there. Logan hadn't managed to chase him off or ruin what they had. He hadn't lost the other man to someone better. If anything, he'd gained more and more of Jack as time went by- and that was all Logan really wanted this year.

Nuzzling the other man's neck, he hummed softly and then whispered, "Merry Christmas, Jack."

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the thought of even trying to move made him dizzy, and Logan laughed and nodded as he settled in.

"Get some sleep, Jack. Let's both get some sleep."

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Jack gave him one long, lingering last kiss goodnight and then settled into his spot. He felt good. Much better than before.

"I love you," he said quietly. "All in all...it was a Merry Christmas, don't you think?" Even as he asked the question, his eyes slipped shut and a heavy, drowsy feeling settled over him, sinking in all the way to his bones.

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"The best," Logan said softly, yawning, curling up closer and letting sleep take him.