Pairing(s)?: romantic Analogical
Started: October 16th, 2019, 7:11 AM
Finished: October 22nd, 2019, 9:22 PM
Word Count: 1,286 words
Warnings: Brief panic attack
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"...Logan?" Virgil called out nervously, searching all-around one of their son's, Roman's, room. He was slowly starting to borderline on panicking, as he searched even in places he knew he wouldn't be. "...Logan!" He heard footsteps before his love appeared in the doorway with a questioning look. "Yes, starlight?"
"Where's Roman?"
"What?"
"Where's Roman?!"
"I thought you took him with you when you took Remus to his class?"
"No! I let him stay here because he wanted to write!"
Virgil's breathing began to speed up and grow heavy, feeling as if there wasn't enough air in the world so that he could breathe properly. The walls seemed to close in on him as possibilities swarmed his head. Had Roman been kidnapped? He was only ten years old. Was he hiding somewhere and they just couldn't find him? Was he stuck somewhere, in pain? What if he couldn't call out to them for help? Was he missing something important and it would lead to them never seeing Roman and it would be all his fault and Logan would de-
"-ight." He couldn't speak. He couldn't he couldn't he would only make things worse for them and- "-irge." Logan would hate him, even more, what if this was all sick a joke what if he was never meant to be a dad and he failed horribly and he was going to be arrested for-
"Virgil."
Virgil jumped in shock at the feeling of a pair of cold hands cupping his face. It was at that moment we noticed his ragged and uneven breathing, as well as his shaking and thick tears rolling down from his green and hazel eyes. "Breathe for me, please." He calmly said, gently wiping a tear from his face with his thumb. "It's going to be okay, alright? I promise you that. You trust me, do you not?" Virgil nodded shakily, going through his breathing exercise with him the best he could. Once Logan was sure he could handle it on his own, he slowly let go. He was used to going through this breathing exercise with him. Virgil was well aware he was a very anxious person, and that it could be a pain to have to calm him down, but it comforted him to know that Logan would take the time to ground him, no matter how long it might take.
"Star, I think you might want to read this." He said after a long time of him going through this breathing and finally getting it under control. Virgil looked to his love with curious yet worried eyes. As he handed him a messily folded piece of paper, he carefully unfolded it, reading the message inside.
'I'm sorry Pop. I know I probably scared Pappy real bad. But I cant stay longer. im just a trouble to you guys. Bye, I love you.
-Roman'
Virgil looked back up at Logan when he finished, hurt. "Does he really think this...?" He asked as if scared for his answer. He sighed, gently taking his husband's hand and squeezing it. "I'm afraid that I do believe that he does." He replied. "Do you know where Roman could possibly have gone? I know you get to spend a lot more personal time with him then I get to." The shorter male hesitated, taking a deep breath, before nodding. "...Yeah... I... I think so...He shouldn't be too far away if I'm right."
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By now, the sun was starting to set, giving way to a reddish-orange sky instead of a blue one. But if you weren't looking close enough, you couldn't see it too well because of all the dark clouds in the sky. Virgil wouldn't be surprised if it started raining soon, which just made him want to find his son sooner so he could get him home before the rain came down. They hadn't been driving for too long, only five minutes, to get to a small park with a playground on it. Technically, they didn't need to drive to get there, but it was the fastest way to get there. The entire time, Virgil had been anxiously glancing all around him from out the windows, desperately trying to see if they were passing their son, but he saw nothing. It made him paranoid that he missed him somehow, but Logan convinced him the check the play park they usually went to first before going back to look for him that way again.
When they finally arrived, the park was dead, with none of the usual loud laugher or sound of running from playing tag from children. It was strange, Virgil would admit, but none of it matter to him at the moment. Right now, all he wanted was his baby back. And though Logan was keeping a calm demeanor, he could tell he wasn't too far behind him in the worried or panicked department.
The black and purple-haired father hurried to get out of the car and ran towards the park so he could see the other half of it, and hopefully, his son. "Roman?!" Virgil called desperately as he ran, and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a familiar brown-haired kid sitting on a swing with a red bag next to him. He turned back and looked at him with wide, giant green eyes. "Pappy?"
"Roman!" Virgil cried out in joy as he sprinted towards him, scooping up his child in his arms and hugging him tightly. Roman returned the snug hug, and it wasn't long before Logan joined the hug too with tears in his hazel eyes. After a few long minutes, he placed Roman down before kneeling down on one leg to match his height so it would be easier to talk to him while looking him in the eye.
"Roman, why are you out here? You gave me and your Pop a heart attack! Why-" Virgil cut himself off when he realized Roman had huge tears in his guilt-filled green eyes, looking down to try and hide it. He softened in sympathy. "Roman..-" "I-I just... just feel like t-things would be better if... if I w-wasn't in the family.." He murmured, wiping his eyes with his palms. "You guys are... are always focused o-on R-Rem or... or working and I never get to show you my drawings or writings or have you guys read to me ever since you started working or Rem got diagnosed... but I-I felt bad for feeling that w-way so... so I didn't say anything... I thought you guys wouldn't love me anymore... But as days when on I convinced myself you two don't anymore... So I... I l-left..."
Before Virgil could reply, Logan did for him, bending down as well and resting a firm hand on his shoulder. "Roman. We may work a lot, and have to spend more of the free time we do get with your brother until he gets confident and used to doing new things, but that doesn't mean I," He glanced towards his husband, taking his hand with his free one. "We, don't love you anymore. Your Pappy and I would die for you, Roman. We love you very, very much." Virgil nodded with a small smile, pulling Roman in for another hug as he started crying, which he didn't object to. The two dads held their son close, not saying a word for a long, long time, even when the cold rain started to drizzle down from the sky. And it was okay. They didn't need words to know that at that moment, they all understood the love they had for one another.
