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The day was a mess of sugar, wrapping paper, and to many people Logan knew. The manor was properly wrecked in the first five minutes of Scott and Jean showing up with Rachel. The three girls having the time of their lives pulling out almost every toy the twins were spoiled with form there bins and containers. Decorating the manor’s living room in a colorful child friendly saw trap of plastic. It only got worse when Oliver showed up with Conner seemingly opening the flood gates for everyone else.
The party wasn’t to big about 12 toddlers doing what they did best, create a huge mess and toddle around. It was cute, Logan would give it that, even if watching Trix try to help a bunch of kids who didn’t know how their hands work paint was making something in his chest fuzzy.
No, that wasn’t the tipping point in his brain to come up with the conclusion that was now itching his brain. That would have been Bruce.
God, why did that man have to make everything he does so god damn compelling. Logan watched with a rather hard stare as Bruce consoled there youngest. The way he knelt down to her level, listening intently as Johanna very dramatically explained something to him. The smallest of smiles growing across his face as he nodded in understanding even though Logan knew damn well Jo was barely understandable on a good day. It was probably just a string of babbling with the occasional no thrown in so you knew she was upset but Bruce handled it like he did everything else with a practice skill.
That shouldn’t have affected him like it did Logan silently chewed himself out glancing back to the table of paint and chaos. It’s not like he hasn’t seen Bruce parent before. He sees it all the time. It hard not too with how many of those rug rats he’d picked up over the years but this.
Logan looked back over to Bruce, who was now helping pull Jo’s dark hair back out of her face into the smallest pig tails you’ll ever see.
God he felt stupid.
Bruce pressed a kiss to the top of the girls head before sending her back to the table. Johanna mumbling out a ‘tank you’ before rejoining her sister at the table. Her little overalls already covered in paint and whatever else that girl had gotten into during the day. He shook his head amused as a pair of worn hands gently grabbed him by his belt loops pulling him back into familiar arms. Bruce glanced over his shoulder catching the top of dark hair almost identical to the kind he just pulled out of his daughter’s face. Bruce’s hands found his pockets looking down at the pair of arms that now held him firmly around the waist.
“You know if you were taller this would feel romantic.” Bruce teased earning him a light jab to his side.
He chuckled softly looking around the room of adults mingling and children painting. The warm presence glued to his spine was comforting. Bruce could feel Logan’s even breaths, the way his nose and forehead was pressed firmly against his shoulder blades. He’s been thinking.
“You want to step out?” Bruce asked lightly knowing his ears would pick it up.
Logan nodded softly into his back as the heat slowly drifted away as he let him go. Bruce turned around catching just a glimpse of Logan’s guilty expression before he turned not needing to wait knowing Bruce would be right behind him. Bruce gave one last look to the room making a mental note of everything then did like Logan thought. Followed.
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Logan let in a needed breath of fresh air as the nice warm spring air hit him the moment he got outside. He’s rummaging around his pockets for his crumpled pack of cigarettes. Placing one to his lips before going back into his pockets to find the lighter. He really needed to get some new cigars. Cigarettes just don’t compare in his opinion but they do in a pinch.
Breathing in the smooth smoke as Bruce closed the door to the patio. Leaning against the same old stone wall Logan liked. Just out of the sun, just far enough from the door and has the perfect view to watch everything that could possibly happen in the backyard. Bruce crossed his arm watching as the smoke swirled between them.
“I’m gonna say something stupid.” Logan finally grumbled before taking another long drag.
"Wouldn't be the first time."
Logan gave a light chuckle at that. "Smartass."
Bruce shrugged a gentle smile pulling at his lips as he watched Logan find whatever was in the yard much more interesting than looking at him.
"You two have ruined me." Logan breathed finally giving him a glance only to look off once again. Stopping out the rest of his cigarette under his wore sole.
"Someone had too."
"I want another kid."
Logan's confession held between them like a thick smoke. He couldn't face looking back to judge Bruce's reaction. Not that he probably could with the taller man's stupid vigilante training.
"You kno-"
"That we already have a god damn football team. Yeah it's hard to forget that." Logan cut in shoving his hands into the pick of his jeans. His fingers tracing the crumpled box beneath his fingertips.
A calloused hand cupped his jaw making him look into steel grey eyes. Bruce's thumb rubbed gently against his stubbled cheek silently before he shook his head seemingly amused.
"She'd kill you."
"Which is why i didn't tell her, I told you."
"Smart."
Logan rolled his eyes. Making Bruce chuckle as he closed the small gap between them stealing a kiss. Logan's hand finding there way out of his pockets and around Bruce's waist. His fingers digging into the dark fabric of Bruce's shirt as the other man pulled back.
Bruce pressed another kiss to his forehead.
"You really want another one?"
Logan's face warmed up a bit now having this conversation face to face. He gave a shrug.
Bruce pressed another kiss to his lips.
"Yes or no?"
"Yes." Logan murmured his eyes now much more focused on the thin scare Bruce had on his lip.
"Mine or her's." Bruce's question hit Logan like truck. It also didn't help how red his face was
now.
"What?"
Bruce's hand gently ran over the back of Logan's neck, his fingers playing with the hair on his nape, as the other gently hooked into one of the loops of his jeans. Logan's hands naturally rubbed the small of Bruce's back.
"You said you wanted another kid. My question is do you want one from Star or me?" There was that look again. One that makes the hair of his arms stand up. It's so subtle, so fucking addicting.
"How would that even work?" Logan didn't know where to look. As his mind raced.
"Answer the question." Bruce's voice level and calculated. As his close proximity pressed Logan's back into the stone behind him.
*Fuck*
"I don't know."
Bruce pressed a kiss to his warm skin.
"I really don't."
Another one down his jaw.
"Bruce."
One down his neck.
"Baby."
"Can you two keep it in your pants?" An amused voice broke the tension making both of their heads snap to the sound.
Standing with her arms crossed, paint covering her black pants in colorful splotches, and a smile that was more shit eating than anything else was Star.
"You leave my sight for two minutes and you're out here swapping spit while l'm inside trying to clean a dozen toddlers for cake.
Bruce chuckled softly before letting Logan go with a look that told him this wasn't over. The heat of his hands still lingering on Logan's skin.
"Sorry, dear." Bruce apologized as he left Logan's personal space to go invade Star's pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Logan you coming?” She asked taking Bruce’s hand into hers walking back into the house.
Logan gave a nod running a hand through his hair as he followed the two of them quietly. Bruce’s words still rattling his brain.