echolls_cursed | for Jack

"You shouldn't worry," he promised softly, wrapping his arms around Logan's hips. "You know I'm going to do my best. I'm...working hard at being a better husband. By the time the baby gets here I think I'll be prepared to be a good dad."

He was nervous, though. Jack didn't like to fail at anything and this was something he wasn't sure he was qualified to do.

"I know," Logan assured him. "I'm just teasing you, man.

He stroked Jack's chest and sighed. "We really do need to lock the guns and shit up though."

"I was thinking I'd just take most of them to the IPD and have them put in the community pool. Just keep ours for hunting," he said. It was funny, a little, how he'd been so intent on getting Logan into bed and now that they were here all they did was talk about the future. About the baby. The funniest part, if he'd thought about it, was that it felt completely natural and right.

"Seriously, you'd give them away?" Logan asked, looking surprised. "You're not worried we might have a zombie attack or something?"

Though really, with the baby coming, he was kind of okay with there being less guns around. He'd already planned on moving his own to the shed.

"I worry about stuff like that all the time. But..."

He shrugged.

"The island has the ITF. I'm just worried about us."

And Joe and Dale and Anne and Matthew and...well, family.

"Yeah, me too," Logan replied softly, moving to lay beside Jack again and settling in.

Silently, he slipped his arm around Jack.

Jack stayed put and looked at the ceiling. The weight of Logan's arm was comfortable and reassuring for some reason he didn't put a lot of thought into.

"We should think of names," he said after a long moment. Being naked and close was intimate and perfect. It was something Jack decided they should do much more often.

"Yeah? Yeah, I guess we should."

He looked thoughtful for a long moment, and wet his lips. "I always thought if I had a daughter, I'd probably name her after my mom," he admitted. "I mean, we don't have to or whatever, it's just something I used to think about sometimes."

He turned his head to face Logan and smiled softly. "Lynn. That's pretty," he said. "I always thought if I had a daughter Sixxithasca'issha was a lovely name."

Logan wasn't sure he could even pronounce that, and his brow creased slightly.

"Maybe we should stick to things we can both spell."

"I can spell Lynn. What about boys?" he asked as he reached over to smooth that line from Logan's brow.

"It should go with our last names," Logan mused, leaning into the touch.

"William Echolls-Harkness, Ryan Echollls-Harkness... I dunno."

Jack's mind went to Franklin and then Gray, but he couldn't bring himself to picture what it would be like to have a son whose very name was a daily reminder of life on Boeshane.

"I don't like those," he admitted. "What about something classic like Alexander or powerful. Like...Khan."

Had it been anyone but Jack, Logan would have assumed that 'Khan' was a bad joke. He'd learned, however, that Jack's knowledge of modern Earth pop culture was really limited, and these days he knew better than to laugh- most of the time.

"Yeah, no," he snorted. "I don't need people impersonating Captain Kirk every time they say hi to our kid. Khan so isn't happening. Alexander is okay, but I don't love it..."

He paused and then smiled. "What about Joe, or Joseph?"

Joe was...Joe. He couldn't help but picture a baby with a dark mohawk and tattoos wearing something with an abstract A on it. But Joseph-

"I like Joseph. Joseph Echolls-Harkness. I like that a lot."

"Does kind of have a nice ring to it," Logan smiled. "Who knows though, right? We might take one look at the kid and just know right away that he isn't a Joseph, or she isn't a Lynn. Maybe we'll see him or her and be like, she's totally a Sarah or he's definitely a Richard."

"Richard? I don't think I can handle a kid nicknamed Dick," Jack said with a slow shake of his head. "Nothing penis related. Did I ever tell you that I knew a man who was named John Thomas? I almost couldn't look at him because I couldn't keep from laughing."

"That's 'cause you're a sex craving perv," Logan teased with a barely hidden smirk. "But fine, no penis related names. Guess that rules out Schlong Johnson Echolls-Harkness..."

"That's the worst name I've ever heard," he laughed, rolling half onto Logan so he could kiss him again.

"So...why not Logan junior?" he asked softly.

"I wouldn't curse anyone with my name," Logan replied simply, settling in as Jack loomed over him and reaching out to stroke the other man's hair.

"Why not Jack junior?" he countered.

That was met with a wrinkled nose and a small shake of his head. He didn't like that at all.

"I like Joseph. And Lynn. And we could always get a book and go through thousands and thousands of names. We could pretend we're royal and saddle the kid with the five or six we like best."

Logan snorted at that. "No, I like Joseph," he replied. "Joseph is a good name."

He stretched a little and let out a small and content sigh.

Logan looked so content and so beautiful. He drew Jack in until he had his lips against his husband's. Logan had been right- even in the middle of talking about names, Jack always craved to be as close to Logan as he could get. He rutted against Logan slowly, growing harder with every brush of lips and every brush of friction.

"I love you," he said, the words sounding like a heavy confession.

Logan smiled softly against the other man's lips.

"I love you too," he murmured in return, ducking his head and nuzzling the other man's throat

Jack groaned lowly and leaned in to get more contact. Logan could drive him completely out of his mind with the smallest things. He could make Jack a puddle of desire and need with the softest breath against his neck, could piss him off with just a little 'whatever' under his breath. Everything was passion when it came to his husband.

"God, Logan," he exhaled, his nails raking along the man's skin. "That's...so good."

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