The kid can wear what she wants, Victor. [ This is one of those rare moments Logan actively notices how small he is. Victor's warm and huge and comfy, and he's not going to say a thing about how his own arm wraps around his husband's midsection, or how he's tucking his cheek against his chest. Taking in his scent, the aftermath of their sex and all.
A century of marriage doesn't make Logan any less fucking embarrassed about enjoying feeling small like this. ]
Anyone tries touchin' her, she can kick their ass easy.
The kid doesn't need to draw that kind of attention.
[ Alright, so she's their kid, and damn right she can take on anyone that tries a damned thing, but she shouldn't have to. And he doesn't want her fighting like that. ]
An' she don't need to be fightin'.
[ It's one of the few things they disagree about. Jubilee is the Princess to Victor. And there's no damned way he's letting her just pick fights. That's what they are for. ]
She's gotta 'till people quit havin' shitheads for kids.
[ Logan's grumbling instead of talking, which means he's not really putting his heart into arguing. There's nothing to argue; whatever they decide doesn't really matter when Jubilee will pick whatever she wants, anyway.
He gets Victor's concern, though. It's not as if he doesn't have the same thoughts. But like everything else, it's apparent Logan exists to balance his husband even in this. ]
She's smart. [ He kisses Victor's chest to calm him. ] 'sides, if we're goin' with her to get the dress, you can fight her about it.
[ Victor wordlessly grumbles. He doesn't like it. He doesn't like it at all. Sure, the Princess can handle herself. They've taught her that - probably a little too well - but this is ridiculous. She's doing it just to piss them off, he swears. ]
You can't fight 'er. She's more stubborn than we are.
[ But he accepts the kiss and drops one on Logan's head. He knows he's just grumbling to grumble. He doesn't like it when she goes out clubbing. Too many things can go wrong. ]
Wanna go shoppin' tomorrow? Get you a new suit, and a new dress for the kid.
[ Jubilee's a teenager, Victor. They're contrary just to be contrary by nature.
Logan, meanwhile, is an old man. Which means he likes being held and he likes being kissed and he likes the attention, but he'd also rather stick his claws into his own brain before he ever admits that out loud. ]
Mm. Yeah. [ He still feels bad the suit he wore to Jubilee's graduation has been ruined, but not having any other suits to wear and having to kill a relatively wealthy man at a party means that he hadn't had a lot of options. ]
[ Vic's older than Logan. He's not used to these damn teenage ways. Not like things were the same when they were teenagers. None of the internet, or anything like that. Now, he's got to worry about some rando deciding that Jubilee is an easy target and not only getting his ass kicked, but throwing her in jail. ]
Mmm. Maybe a couple. Might as well start an account.
[ Which would be better than just randomly trying to find suits that fit. Look, Logan's short and Creed is broad. Fitting clothes on them is a pain in the ass. ]
And don't worry. The kid'll forgive ya. She's got all them pictures of the three of us from that day.
[ The reassurance surprises him only a little. Victor can definitely smell the discomfort on him like nothing, and Logan hides a smile into his chest because it's nice not having to say what he needs out loud for things like this. ]
[ As with every other time Logan admits that so openly, however, the confession comes out in a soft mumble. Quiet.
He knows Victor knows. He knows that a lot of things between them go unspoken, but understood. It's still nice, though, to remind him that he'd married him for more than the tax benefits.
He doesn't speak for a while, just lying there with his eyes half-lidded and his body fitted to Victor's own. When he does, though, it's just to remind -- ] Tell Jubes to brush her teeth.
[ Victor lets out a sound that can only be called a damn purr. It's a rumble he makes when he's especially content. And right now he's very content. ]
Love you, Runt.
[ The nickname slips out as he kisses Logan's cheek. Then he sighs. He supposes he should be the bad guy for a change. It's usually left up to Logan to discipline the kid. Not that she needed much. ]
Jubilee!
[ There's a yelp from the kitchen. She probably thought they'd gone to sleep. ]
Stop stuffin' yer face and brush yer teeth.
[ He smirks at her grumbled mutters from the kitchen. ]
[ It's perfect, this: Victor's told him he loves him, Jubilee's sweet complaints are at the edges of his consciousness. Logan tucks himself in a little closer, and he figures it must be boring of him to want to sleep already, but it's been an eventful day. ]
Shopping tomorrow. [ He leans up, kissing whatever bit of Victor takes the least effort to reach, and then settles again. This time, when Logan smiles, he doesn't bother trying to hide it, his eyes slipping shut as he listens to Victor's breathing, his heartbeat, his purrs. ]
[ That from the doorway. Vic growls, seeing what she's wearing, but she rolls her eyes at him. ]
New suits, and a few other things. Brush yer teeth and get some sleep.
[ She nods and waves goodnight to them. Creed snorts in amusement at her. She's a firecracker, their Princess. But damn if they didn't do some good with her.
He looks down at Logan. His husband is mostly asleep, and that means that he can sleep too. Everyone's safe for the night. Hearing the shower start up, he purrs in contentment again. ]
G'night.
[ He mumbles, closing his eyes and falling asleep with his arms around Logan. ]
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A century of marriage doesn't make Logan any less fucking embarrassed about enjoying feeling small like this. ]
Anyone tries touchin' her, she can kick their ass easy.
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[ Alright, so she's their kid, and damn right she can take on anyone that tries a damned thing, but she shouldn't have to. And he doesn't want her fighting like that. ]
An' she don't need to be fightin'.
[ It's one of the few things they disagree about. Jubilee is the Princess to Victor. And there's no damned way he's letting her just pick fights. That's what they are for. ]
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[ Logan's grumbling instead of talking, which means he's not really putting his heart into arguing. There's nothing to argue; whatever they decide doesn't really matter when Jubilee will pick whatever she wants, anyway.
He gets Victor's concern, though. It's not as if he doesn't have the same thoughts. But like everything else, it's apparent Logan exists to balance his husband even in this. ]
She's smart. [ He kisses Victor's chest to calm him. ] 'sides, if we're goin' with her to get the dress, you can fight her about it.
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You can't fight 'er. She's more stubborn than we are.
[ But he accepts the kiss and drops one on Logan's head. He knows he's just grumbling to grumble. He doesn't like it when she goes out clubbing. Too many things can go wrong. ]
Wanna go shoppin' tomorrow? Get you a new suit, and a new dress for the kid.
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Logan, meanwhile, is an old man. Which means he likes being held and he likes being kissed and he likes the attention, but he'd also rather stick his claws into his own brain before he ever admits that out loud. ]
Mm. Yeah. [ He still feels bad the suit he wore to Jubilee's graduation has been ruined, but not having any other suits to wear and having to kill a relatively wealthy man at a party means that he hadn't had a lot of options. ]
Gonna have to get a kill-suit, too.
[ For when they have to kill. Clearly. ]
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Mmm. Maybe a couple. Might as well start an account.
[ Which would be better than just randomly trying to find suits that fit. Look, Logan's short and Creed is broad. Fitting clothes on them is a pain in the ass. ]
And don't worry. The kid'll forgive ya. She's got all them pictures of the three of us from that day.
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So do you.
[ He'll still tease, though. ]
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Damn right I do.
[ They're his pride and joy, but he'll never admit it. But he'll admit to having the damned things. ]
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[ As with every other time Logan admits that so openly, however, the confession comes out in a soft mumble. Quiet.
He knows Victor knows. He knows that a lot of things between them go unspoken, but understood. It's still nice, though, to remind him that he'd married him for more than the tax benefits.
He doesn't speak for a while, just lying there with his eyes half-lidded and his body fitted to Victor's own. When he does, though, it's just to remind -- ] Tell Jubes to brush her teeth.
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Love you, Runt.
[ The nickname slips out as he kisses Logan's cheek. Then he sighs. He supposes he should be the bad guy for a change. It's usually left up to Logan to discipline the kid. Not that she needed much. ]
Jubilee!
[ There's a yelp from the kitchen. She probably thought they'd gone to sleep. ]
Stop stuffin' yer face and brush yer teeth.
[ He smirks at her grumbled mutters from the kitchen. ]
I heard that!
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Shopping tomorrow. [ He leans up, kissing whatever bit of Victor takes the least effort to reach, and then settles again. This time, when Logan smiles, he doesn't bother trying to hide it, his eyes slipping shut as he listens to Victor's breathing, his heartbeat, his purrs. ]
M'fadin'. [ A beat, and then a teasing: ] Babe.
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[ That from the doorway. Vic growls, seeing what she's wearing, but she rolls her eyes at him. ]
New suits, and a few other things. Brush yer teeth and get some sleep.
[ She nods and waves goodnight to them. Creed snorts in amusement at her. She's a firecracker, their Princess. But damn if they didn't do some good with her.
He looks down at Logan. His husband is mostly asleep, and that means that he can sleep too. Everyone's safe for the night. Hearing the shower start up, he purrs in contentment again. ]
G'night.
[ He mumbles, closing his eyes and falling asleep with his arms around Logan. ]