Happy Birthday to Me

[echolls_cursed]

He had to be honest, with Joe keeping them busy, Logan had a harder time keeping track of the days. He knew, it was August- or almost August maybe- but he wasn't aware that today was his birthday. It didn't even occur to him to check and see if it was.

He and Joe were currently on the floor playing with the train set then he'd been carving piece by piece over the last few months. Joe was giggling and pushing a train up the track and over the little bridge, smiling as it rolled off on it's own.

Logan was so busy watching her that he didn't even notice Jack come in.

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"Okay," he agreed, letting his own eyes fall shut as well. He loved their bed in the house, a gift from the capricious island spirits, but there was something so good about sleeping on this one. Their old bed. The sturdy one that had fostered them through the first years they were together.

Jack liked this bed. He found it very easy to fall asleep in.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan's hand had been firm on Jack's hip, but as he drifted off his grip loosened. It was no longer possessive- but instead content. Calm and relaxed.

Logan no longer feared waking up in an empty bed. Jack was his, and he didn't need to hold him down like some wild animal that wanted nothing more than to roam. Jack was his- Just as he was Jack's.