Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER SIXTY - This Is Not a Family... It's /My/ Family. (LOGAN) =

:February 1st, XX47; Saturday.

:CONCLUSION.

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Logan stood with his husband in his arms, both facing the same way towards the stove in their kitchen. It was almost eleven in the morning, and the two had just woken up about half an hour ago and so they were making breakfast. Or- perhaps it was brunch. It didn't matter much to them, the specifics of it.

"What time do you reckon Joe will wake up?" Logan asked, rubbing the arms of Patton as he monitored an omelet in a pan.

"Hmm... I don't know. Soon, probably, he usually gets up around the same time as us."

Logan stared out one of the windows in the kitchen for a moment. He then glanced towards a calendar hung up near it, realizing the date.

"Oh- we have to change that," he laughed a bit. "I didn't even realize we were finally out of January."

"It sure was a weird month... I am glad it's over, though. Can you change that right now, before we forget?"

"Of course."

Logan walked over to the calendar and flipped it up, clipping the page he had flipped so it would stay reading February. Patton hummed and transferred an omelet onto a plate, next to two others.

"I feel like we should do something today," Patton then said. Logan turned to look at him.

"Something? What do you mean by that?"

"Like, not go anywhere, just... something, you know?"

Logan thought for a moment. He heard the door of his son's bedroom then open upstairs, and Joe's footsteps towards the bathroom.

"...Perhaps we should finally tell him everything."

Patton blinked. "Really? That's a... well, pretty loaded conversation for eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning."

"I know. But I'm not sure when else would be best. We can tell him we'll re-schedule it if he wishes but... we have to tell him everything eventually, right?"

"I'm still surprised, uh, Remy, hasn't yet."

"As am I. So we'll do it ourselves before he can."

Patton grabbed two of the plates with food on them and began transferring them out to the living room, Logan grabbing the third and following him. Both sat on the couch with a plate in their lap, Joe's eventual brunch on the coffee table waiting for him.

"So that's what we're gonna do?" Patton asked.

"I suppose. We don't have to go into detail, though, of course. Maybe we'll just tell him when he gets down here that from now on, if he has any questions regarding anything about our past, we'll answer them."

"That sounds good. Okay."

Not even a minute later, they heard Joe's footsteps nearing the stairs, and he came walking down them, blinking a few times at how his parents were staring at him as he descended.

"...Oh- uh, hello there my parental figures, why are you sitting on the couch staring at me?"

Patton laughed a bit at Logan's side. "Come sit down, honey."

"Oh no."

"It's not bad, don't worry."

Joe raised an eyebrow, but he took a step forward, and then continued walking over, taking his breakfast and sitting next to his dad. Logan and Patton stared at their son, who shrunk a bit into the hoodie he was wearing.