To the Stars and Back [Sanders Sides Analogical AU]

Logan's Birthday

November 3rd.

Marks the 307th day of the year and leaving 58 days remaining until the next. On this day in 1957 a dog was launched into space aboard Sputnik 2 by Russians which made it the first creature in space.

It also happens to be one Logan Sanders' birthday.

Virgil knew this and was planning on getting up earlier to make him a special breakfast, but Logan had other plans. When Virgil went to get out of bed he was quickly pulled back down by his husband.

"No. You're staying here," mumbled Logan.

"And why is that?" asked Virgil.

"My birthday, my rules. You're staying here to cuddle," Logan looked at Virgil with half opened eyes, pulling him closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist.

"If that's really what you want. Should I get Nico so he can join?" Virgil asked, snuggling closer to his husband. Logan moved his head so his chin was resting on the top of Virgil's head.

"No. This is our time, Nico is for the rest of the day," said Logan, moving his chin then pressing his face into Virgil's hair.

"Alright, but we do have to get up eventually," sighed Virgil, closing his eyes and relaxing. They never got to do this anymore, with both having a job and baby to take care off. Virgil hadn't realized until then how much he missed lazy morning cuddle session with his husband. He missed stealing Logan's warmth and curling up next to his chest, the safe feeling of his husband's arms wrapped around him always something he loved. This was nice.

After about an hour Virgil managed to convince them both to get out of bed. Virgil had to made a quick trip to the nursery to get Nico, so Logan took it upon himself to start their hot chocolate. His husband returned with their eight month old baby in his arms, pacifier in mouth and eyes still heavy from sleep.

"Your present is in that box Logan," Virgil said, setting Nico down in the high chair and buckling him in.

Logan raised an eyebrow, but opened the unwrapped cardboard box that sat on the kitchen island next to the sink. The items inside only made him laugh.

"Virgil, love, I don't think returning the items you stole from me count as a gift," chuckled Logan, seeing all the hoodies Virgil had taken over time.

"Are you saying you don't want the gift? Because I'll take it back if you don't want it," Virgil playfully challenged.

"Oh no. I want it, thank you very much," said Logan, closing the four flaps.

"Doesn't really matter if you did or didn't. I'll just steal them again," smiled Virgil as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing the Queerios then returning to his son.

"Really?" sighed Logan, half mournful, half amused.

"Yup! Also, here's your real gift, that was just an added bonus," Virgil handed Logan a small box covered in navy blue wrapping paper with stars scattered about. Logan took it and carefully unwrapped the paper, not wanting to rip any of it. He then opened the box to find two items in it. One was a bracelet with Morse code beads on it, the other was a necklace will all the planets, the sun, and a few meteors as beads and charms.

"The bracelet says 'fuck you' in Morse code by the way. I thought you might like it," Virgil said, covering Nico's ears when he said 'fuck' then poured some Queerios onto the tray for Nico to eat, the baby having woken up a bit more and taken out his pacifier.

"Thank you Virgil. They're lovely and I appreciate you returning my clothes," smiled Logan.

"Don't get too comfortable in those hoodies. I'm coming for them tomorrow," joked Virgil which caused Logan to chuckle.

The hot chocolate had finished by then and Logan gave Virgil his mug, his husband taking it happily. Logan took a seat next to Virgil and drank his warm beverage, watching his husband and baby as Nico munched on the fruit flavored wheat wheel.

"So do you have any plans for your birthday? Anywhere you want to go or do?" asked Virgil once Nico was finished.

"Not particularly. Spending time with you and Nico sounds like a lovely way to spend my birthday," said Logan.

"If you insist. I'm not sure what we'll do all day, but it's your choice," said Virgil as Nico finished eating. He unbuckled Nico then gave him a few pats on the back.

"Would you like to move to the living room?" asked Logan as he too stood up.

"Sure. You take him, I'll put these away," Virgil passed Nico over to him then started cleaning up. Logan took Nico to the living room and they sat on the couch together, Nico laying on Logan's legs, on his back so he could look up at Logan with mismatched green and blue eyes. Nico smiled up at Logan who smiled back down at him, bouncing his son gently.

"How was your sleep, Nico?" Logan asked.

"Abbahhabaha," babbled the eight month old, still learning the letters and trying to put them together.

"Really? I'll take that as a good nights sleep," smiled Logan.

"Dada," Nico said, Logan stopping for a second, frozen in place as he looked down at his son.

"What?" he said, unable to believe his ears.

"Dada!" Nico repeated.

"Y-you said dada!" he exclaimed to himself.

"Virgil! Get in here!" Logan cried.

Virgil came running in, worried something had happened to the baby. Logan stood up from the couch and held Nico up to him with a grin on his face and tears in his eyes.

"Say it again Nico!" Logan said.

"Dada!" cheered the baby, kicking his legs happily.

"Oh!" cried Virgil, tears appearing in his eyes too.

"He called me dada! And on my birthday too!" Logan said, tears now falling down his cheeks as he grinned.

"I guess that was his birthday present to you," smiled Virgil, tears rolling down his face as well.

"Dada! Dada! Dada!" Nico babbled happily, seeing how this word made his parents happy.

"Yes Nico! That's your dada!" Virgil smiled, hugging both him and Logan.

"This is already a great birthday," grinned Logan, kissing the top of both Virgil's and Nico's heads.

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