(COMPLETE) Love Isn't Conditional

Universe Therapies

"Thank you for calling Universe Therapies, goodbye." Logan said into the phone before the person at the other side of the call hang up. The sound of classical music rung in his ears as he faced his office computer. Virgil was beside him sitting on the desk playing a farm animals game, the whisper of animal noises echoing between the two on the desk. Logan was in work, he worked as a receptionist for a therapy company. The company did all different types of therapy: play therapy, family therapy, mental health therapy, marriage counselling, the whole lot. It was a job Logan was passionate about – especially being a young, gay, single father.

"Daddy?" Virgil squeaked, cuddling his cat teddy Spider (toddlers naming things made no logical sense – but it was endearing). Logan turned his head, a wide smile arriving on his face squishing his son's cheek. Virgil reached out his arms once Logan leaned closer. "Cuddle please Daddy."

Logan gave his son a kiss on the forehead and placed the toddler on his lap, clicking through his work emails. His main responsibility at work was organising all the requests for therapies and fitting them in the therapists' work hours and assigning therapists to different patients. To some it might be a boring job, but for Logan it wasn't, especially with his son on his lap being as cute as he was. Virgil rested his head on his father's chest, cuddling in most likely for a nap. Other workers for the company watched the pair, a few smiling wide at the cuteness.

Virgil was a celebrity in the offices with both Logan's colleagues and the patients requiring therapy. The co-workers knew Virgil was going to be coming to work as soon as the adoption papers were signed when Virgil was a newborn. Logan took a few days paternity leave to work from home but by the time Virgil was a month and a half old Logan was back working in the office. He giggled to himself remembering having to let baby Virgil nap in a portable cot on the floor behind his desk and the amount of times older co-workers helped Logan change dirty nappies or stop the crying when Logan couldn't figure out what Virgil wanted. Now after 3 years Logan considered himself a Virgil expert, the pair had spent almost every hour of every day together.

"Kiddo?" Logan whispered, not wanting to wake up Virgil if he was napping. Virgil moved his head and smiled at his father sleepily. "You want your lullabies?" Virgil nodded, opening a nearby drawer that held the smallest pair of purple headphones Logan could find. After the headphones were on Logan turned on his mobile phone, turning on Spotify and playing 'Stormy's lullabies' playlist. Sometimes Logan wished he could sing the lullabies but he never learnt to sing nor was very good at remembering lyrics, so Spotify was the only option. Virgil closed his eyes and cuddled in again, allowing one last kiss on the forehead and a reinforcing phrase. "Who's my favourite boy? You are!"

After almost an hour a ding disturbed Virgil's sleep, causing him to mumble annoyed. Logan stroked his son's hair and checked his phone, it would only be someone he knew as Logan's work landline stayed at the offices. And it was indeed someone he knew, the man he'd met at the park several times before and the father of Virgil's best friend – Roman Windsor. It was a quick text saying Patton was missing his old home and asking about it – so a play date was in order. Logan of course agreed to the play date, he loved watching Virgil gain confidence around other kids after years of being too scared in new places and situations.

Logan smiled at his phone with an arm around his son. He felt so proud of his little boy, over the weeks he had known Patton he had become more confident just in general. He was almost always happy to be around strangers, as long as Logan was beside him, and even started to have small conversation with anyone that came to Logan's desk at work. He was watching his little boy grow up yet wanted to watch Virgil mid nap-time forever and ever. He wasn't ready for Virgil to become grown up just yet.

"How's my favourite little cowo- oh is he asleep Logie?" Logan's boss, Emile – who was the head of Universe Therapies, whispered as he came to the desk. Logan nodded and stroked the slick black hair of the three year old, making his boss hold a hand to his heart and make some grunt to admire the cuteness.

"It's just a nap. Do 3 year olds still nap?"

"Yes they do, stop worrying." The boss giggled while placing a few chocolates on Logan's desk near where Virgil usually sat. This boss quickly became the person Logan asked questions about child development to if he had any. The boss was several decades older than Logan and had a grandchild himself that he often compared to Virgil as he was growing. "I mean my grandson isn't as calm as your Virgil when napping. One minute he's running about happily playing and talking to everybody and the next he's passed out on the sofa for 2 hours... Oh these chocolates are for the little guy when he wakes up."

"Thank you, I'm sure he'll love them." Logan smiled, getting a chocolate for himself and eating it before turning back to his emails. The boss straightened his baby pink bow, admiring the cute toddler.

"What's your plan with him this evening? I assume lots of cuddles and games." The boss smiled, checking if Virgil was any closer to waking up. The boss, Mr E as Virgil called him, was a favourite for cuddles. His knitted beige cardigan was made from the softest material on Earth and he had endless sweets in his office. Mr E was the closest to a grandparent Virgil had.

"Well actually V-V has a play date. He's very excited."

"Is it a play... date?" Emile laughed, pointing at Virgil for 'play' and Logan for 'date'. Logan gave a small smile and shook his head.

"There's no romance involved. Virgil just met a friend at the park and is meeting them again." A small squeak came from just below Logan's head, along with some movement, signifying Virgil was awake. The little boy only napped for an hour at a time. "Morning Stormy. Mr E got you chocolates..." Logan whispered, placing the headphones back in his desk drawer and giving his son a KitKat. Virgil wasn't completely awake yet, he was still cuddling into his father and just holding the KitKat instead of trying to unwrap it and eat it.

"I know you don't like to think about romance Logie but..." Emile paused what he was saying and looked to the side in thought. "Don't be scared of romantic love. There is a person out there for you, and if you find the wrong person at first at least you have free therapy. Just have a go at love."

And after that, Logan's boss walked away. Logan knew he meant well, but all the advice he gave sounded like it was quoted directly from a Disney character. It helped when Virgil was upset, at his age the world was like Disney – nothing bad happening and magic around every corner that their small minds couldn't explain. The world wasn't a Disney movie for Logan, but he had his complete family now he had his son and he wasn't ready for that to change. That was all the love he needed, he didn't need some fairytale prince to save him from that life.