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“Waking up at 6am should be banned.” Virgil mumbled as he still lay in his comfy bed, his husband marching around in the darkness preparing for work. Logan chuckled along as he placed on his watch and his wedding ring. “I still can’t believe you can talk to people before 7am…”
Virgil stretched, feeling utterly blissful after the time he managed to spend with Logan last night. The two men were in a typical homosexual relationship, lived alone and were in their mid-thirties – it was the perfect situation and circumstance for them to do whatever they wanted to do together whenever they were free. This was the perfect life. “I love you Sherlock.” He eventually whispered, spotting his husband beside him sit down and stroke his hair. The fond look Logan gave his husband was irreplaceable.
“I love you too – especially when you look at me like that.” Logan spoke quietly due to the time but there was so much adoration in his words. “And I’ll miss you too.”
Logan worked as an executive for a governmental organisation – a highly pressured workplace that paid very well and he loved it a lot, but he was away from home most of the day. Virgil worked from home as a therapist with his own office in the garden of the house that looked like a shed to everyone else. It was the kind of life the pair could only dream of when they started working as college graduates. But now they had their perfect life and had reached every milestone they set out – their lives were complete.
After quite a few minutes of staring into each other’s eyes Logan’s phone alarm chimed the Doctor Who theme. “Right, I have to get going. Cheerio.” Logan stood up, giving Virgil a soft kiss before he endured tough travels to the nearby capital city. Virgil kept the kiss for as long as he could – but soon Logan’s hands left his cheeks and his lips felt cold and empty.
But Logan leaving meant Virgil could sleep some more before his workday began. He couldn’t remember exactly what his dream was about, but it was something involving Logan being utterly adorable and perfect. When Virgil’s alarm beeped, he groaned and moaned, sitting up and preparing for his work day himself. The thing that kept him sane was that Logan will be returning in the evening with stories to tell and hugs and kisses to give.
*****
It was early afternoon and Virgil was having a break between two therapy appointments to make himself coffee and stand idly in the kitchen. There was nothing else to do in the two bedroom house when he had no visitors or Logan. It was too quiet.
There was no noise in the entire house but Virgil’s own sigh. Sometimes he missed the days he had roommates but now he was an actual adult and no-one his age slacked adult commitments just to lie on the sofa for eight hours and watch TV like his flatmates did in college. Work just took too much of adults’ lives.
Sometimes he wished he still talked to his family so he could invite his parents to live with him and his husband – they had the money and room to do that. But unfortunately Virgil’s parents had not spoken to their only son since he came out in college. He could see his neighbours, but they also didn’t understand him that much as they were all families with quite a few kids and that’s all their world view was. They had no common interests. The more he thought about it though the more he realised he needed somebody to talk to on days like this when his husband was at work.
Virgil didn’t realise he had been staring at his coffee for around five minutes until he heard a knock on the door. The knock wasn’t the sharp type the door knocker made so was probably the type of knock made by a fist. He paused, wondering if Logan had returned early and forgotten his house keys – but there was another knock again. The clock showed his next patient wasn’t due to arrive for another hour, and they knew the common courtesy wasn’t knocking at the front door anyway. Yet another knock came – Virgil couldn’t help but open the door.
At first Virgil looked straight ahead, only to see nothing, and then he looked down. Staring up at him was a round-faced curly haired toddler sucking his thumb and swaying slightly. Virgil looked up again and stepped past the young child, looking out to the nearby street and shouting. “Hello? Anyone lost a kid?” He projected his voice as loud as possible and expected a frantic parent running up to him and thanking him – such a situation had happened before in public spaces when he was in view of curious wondering kids. “Hello?”
There was a tug on Virgil’s sweatpants and the young child was looking up at him again. “Where’s your Mom or Dad kiddo?” Virgil knelt down to be level with the young boy who was wearing a light blue t-shirt and jeans, he also had huge black glasses that gave the man a slight remembrance of his husband’s appearance. The boy looked around and then dragged his thumb out of his mouth.
“Mommy goed bye-bye.” He said simply, pointing down the street that lead to the exit of the cul-de-sac. That’s all he said though – and that lead Virgil even more confused and wondering how such a young kid got to his doorstep.
“I guess I need to call someone to pick you up.” Virgil sighed, sitting on his driveway and watching the toddler from the corner of his eye. The child didn’t seem to care about his lack of mother and was wondering around the driveway picking up nearby rocks. “What’s your name kid?” Virgil shouted at the toddler, for a moment he looked confused and then shouted back ‘Patton’. When asked his age Patton held up two fingers – also with short hesitation. Within the hour a social worker collected the toddler, took Virgil’s details, and just like that Virgil was left alone and in silence again to continue his work.
*****
At 6pm Virgil was cutting vegetables to cook dinner, expecting Logan home any time soon. He missed his husband a lot today. Just as the chopped vegetables were added to the stew the door opened and a tired Logan walked through. “Evening Starlight… Oh, what’s for dinner?” Logan smiled, placing his briefcase by the door and giving Virgil a kiss.
“How was work?” Virgil chirped with a smile as he glanced into Logan’s brown eyes. Beautiful doe shaped eyes that Virgil adored… And that reminded him of a toddler he met that day.
“Definitely entertaining as always.” Logan’s words were laced with sarcasm but his gaze laced with love. “Apparently my proposal of equal pay for our young workers was too outlandish for the financial accountant that graduated high school in 1976. Even better – he disregarded student debt because ‘kids should learn budgeting’.”
Virgil scowled along before trapping his husband in a kiss. Logan kissed back eagerly and leant in, leant in so far that Virgil fell against the counter. “Pff… OK I don’t want to burn myself sweetheart.” Virgil kissed his husband’s cheek chastely and smiled, turning back to the food he was making even though Logan wasn’t letting go yet. “Have you missed me today?”
“I always do.” Logan’s arms went around Virgil’s waist as he watched him cook with fondness. He wanted to take off his tie and get changed into comfy clothes but he didn’t want to let go of the cutie in front of him. He had to pinch himself to believe he was cuddling into a handsome man like Virgil at night.
It was a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Virgil served dinner, setting the simple meal on the dining room table and lighting the nearby candles just for the hell of it. Sometimes it was nice to just make a romantic evening out of nowhere. Logan’s small smile watching the display of affection was beautiful. “How was your day Starlight?” Logan murmured, his cheeks resting on his fist as he sat, glancing up at the love of his life.
Virgil giggled as he sat opposite his husband and rolled his eyes. “Eventful, actually. I found a kid on our doorstep.” Logan looked up from his food hearing that and gave a confused expression.
“Did you let them in? The place doesn’t look too wrecked…” He looked around the house from where he was sat just in case a child would pop out of nowhere. It was communicated in their six years of marriage that they would never need to expand their family. Logan wasn’t that fond of kids and even less fond of mess – so pets weren’t living in the household either. It was just Virgil and Logan and they enjoyed it that way.
A soft smile escaped as Virgil stirred his stew. “No, social services collected him, everything seemed fine. I won’t lie that he was cute though. He looked like a little version of you.”
“Really?” Logan raised another eyebrow again, taking a sip of his stew before speaking in his usual gentle voice. “I’m pretty sure Roman will tell me if he birthed another crotch spawn – that’s the only way a child could have any resemblance to me.”
Deep inside both men knew Logan didn’t mind his nieces and nephews. It wasn’t the type of adoration where Logan treated the kids as his own since there were three of them and one of him, and all of them had Roman’s energy levels. But Logan did love his little brother that spawned them and tolerated the high number of kids if it made his brother happy. ‘That’s what a big brother’s job is’ he’d say, ‘he helped me during my tough time so I’ll repay by showing his kids they have an extended family to rely on if anything were to happen’. Yeah – Logan could get quite dark in his inner monologues. But like everyone else Roman lived far away from the couple, further from the city, so Virgil didn’t see them that often either.
“That tasted delicious darling.” Logan chirped, a wide smile on his face as he wiped his chin. After finishing his meal he placed his bowl in the dishwasher and grabbing a dessert of Crofters jam. He sat by Virgil and kissed his cheek. A few fingers traced down Virgil’s neck as he turned his head. “Are you busy at all tonight?”
Logan’s lips tasted of strawberry jam and his smile was irresistible. That night ended like most of the others – lots of cuddles as they slept and they whispered to each other how much they love each other as if it wasn’t allowed. Even if Virgil had lonely days he would never change his life because of the evenings. The evenings were irreplaceable.