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Logan awoke from his own sleep, at first forgetting where he was, for Kendall was gone from his place beside the brunette. But he remembered almost immediately, as the smell of last night's cookies and…coffee wafted through the open bedroom door.
For a minute, he laid peacefully in the large bed, not really wanting to awaken from his slumber. He wished to lie in this bed with Kendall all day, to kiss and lounge about, talking of nothing and everything. That was one reason why he and the blonde got along so well.
Then, he remembered it was Christmas morning.
Logan leaped out of bed excitedly, he couldn't wait to go back to Kendall's family's home to have Christmas dinner and converse, and of course play. Kendall's family was so very different than his own. Where Logan's family could be cold and unpleasant, the blonde's family was warm and inviting, never once shunning his presence.
Plus, by seeing all of Kendall's little cousins, Logan could get a pretty good image of his boyfriend as a young child playing with his Christmas toys. (He hoped one day his mother would whip out the baby book.)
Allison and Caillyn were the most adorable toddlers ever, as were Alex, Cal, and Andy; but he loved cuddling the little girls as he told them classic stories, even humming and singing them classic songs for a few minutes when Kendall was off preparing dishes with his brothers.
Eventually, he wanted (at least) a child of his own. Maybe one would have green eyes and big eyebrows, maybe with darkened hair like his own. He would be an adventurous little youngster, yet picky and neat freakish. Maybe another would have chocolate brown eyes and blonde hair, paired with a crooked smile. She would be a spontaneous petite child, who would always be happy to meet new people and quickly make new friends, with some adrenaline junkie habits. Maybe they'd be a little bit rowdy, too, like Cal, Alex, and Andy. Logan had enjoyed roughhousing with the little brats. Maybe he and his own bratty kids would one day knock over their own Christmas tree (and not risk being yelled at by Kendall's mom, but then Kendall would probably do the yelling).
Logan tip-toed over to the bedroom door, looking into the kitchen and living room, where Kendall stood, apparently stuck in a daydream.
The blonde stood leaning against the wall of the living room, fanning his toes out and into the plush carpet, a smile quirked on his lips. His flannel pajama pants hung low on his hips, his hair disheveled and thick, scratchy stubble coming in. His emerald eyes sparkled brightly, memories seeming to flash before them with each little twinkle, as he gazed lovingly at their crazy tree.
Logan had known that Kendall was picky when it came to decorations, and he wanted to make the blonde a little more spur-of-the-moment. Looking at the tree, it was obvious that Logan succeeded. Logan also knew that Kendall had snuck out of their room the night the tree was put up, rearranging the ornaments, tinsel, and garland while Logan feigned sleep. Which didn't surprise the brunette in the least. If anything, the act was endearing. It made Logan love Kendall more.
The scariest thing was that Logan could see himself in the same situation twenty years from now, with Kendall. Every year complete with flying down to his old Kansas hometown, spending time with his extended family, roughhousing with the boys and singing to the girls. He could see the rest of his life before him, even beyond holidays, and it was okay.
Later, during the family dinner, when Kendall pulled out his family's heirloom wedding ring and presented it to him, Logan decided that it was beyond okay.
It was perfect.
Merry Early Christmas!