Oh my goodness the home video of Finn was so precious if we see Leo or Logan’s home videos I could see Leo playing with one of those little toy kitchens 🥹🥹 or Logan being a clingy annoying baby brother to his sisters
This was a fun one, I have to say! Enjoy some French-speaking tiny Cubs!
Please keep sending me more prompts if you'd like!!!!
Credits to @lumosinlove <3
“All right,” Finn said. He slapped his hands on his knees and stood up from where he was knelt on the floor in front of his computer. “Should be all set.”
“Whose are we starting with?” Leo asked. He was resting with his back to Logan's chest, legs stretched along the length of the couch.
“Why, with our resident grump,” Finn said, which made Logan narrow his eyes. Finn winked at him and then lifted Leo's legs and sat down with them across his lap. Leo closed his eyes in satisfaction when Finn began to massage his ankles. “Sore, baby?”
Leo nodded. “Mmhm, thank you.” Logan kissed his curls.
After watching the O’Hara's home movies, Finn had made it a project to convert the tapes into digital movie files on a USB, which had been distributed to his parents and Alex. Since then it had become a project to do so for Logan and Leo, too. He'd asked their parents to send them boxes of the tapes and, after a few weeks, the USB drives were finally ready to be put in Finn's laptop and hooked up to their TV.
It had seemed like a good idea to end a date night. He’d taken them out to dinner at a new Turkish place near the park then had bought them ice cream while they'd sat in the grass and watched the sunset.
Now, they were showered and in shorts and sweatshirts. Logan had his hood of Leo’s Saints one pulled up, waves poking out the front, and Leo had his nose buried in the neckline of Finn's Harvard hockey hoodie. Finn smiled at them and brought Leo’s foot up to kiss his ankle.
Leo wrinkled his nose at him playfully. “Gross.”
“Nuh uh,” Finn said. “I love these ankles.” He ran a hand up Leo’s calf to his thigh. “And these legs.”
Leo kicked him lightly. Finn just kissed his ankle again.
“Allez,” Logan said. “It's starting.”
Indeed, the video had loaded. The Tremblay's living room appeared on their television screen. Sydney and Aubrey were standing with their hockey bags and a backpack each. Iva asked them a question in French, and they responded excitedly.
“This is their first away hockey tournament,” Logan explained. “They were gone the whole weekend. Papa went, but Noelle and I had to stay home with Maman.”
Leo looked up at him. “Do you remember it?”
Logan rolled his eyes. His face was red. “Non. But I've heard this story a lot.”
Finn perked up and turned to the screen again.
It seemed like the two older girls had finished their introduction. Marius was there, shuffling to the door. His face disappeared from the frame, only his shoulders and chest visible as he leaned in to give Iva a kiss goodbye. The camera then righted to show Noelle there, too, giving her older sisters a hug. She couldn't have been more than four or five.
All of a sudden, from out of the frame, there was a yelp and a cry of a small child. A tiny Logan, dressed in only a pair of black briefs, came running into the frame. He was scrawny and small, his skin tan, even then. His hair was wild and wavy, lighter than it was now, and his face was red and scrunched up as he barreled into Sydney.
Sydney looked to her mother a little exasperatedly, speaking in rapid French. But she complied, picking Logan up and kissing his cheek. It seemed like she was trying to console him. Aubrey joined in, taking his hand and talking to him in a soothing voice. But he wasn't having any of it and continued crying.
Beside Finn, Leo laughed loudly. “Oh my God, you really are the baby of your family.”
Logan whacked his hip lightly. “I was two.”
Finn cooed. He kissed his hand and pressed it to Logan's forearm where it rested over Leo's stomach. “Little baby Lolo.”
Logan just huffed.
Back on the TV, Logan was now in Aubrey's arms as she kissed his cheek goodbye. She tickled his tummy and said something playful in French. He giggled and wrapped his arms around her neck to give her a big hug. Marius said something to her and she nodded, calling Noelle over. Noelle took Logan from Aubrey's arms and held him against her hip, even though he was almost as big as her.
The two older girls and Marius gathered their bags, waving goodbye to their siblings and mother with wide smiles. When Logan realized they were leaving, he burst into tears again, reaching out towards them.
“Non, Lolo,” Noelle said. She said something else that Finn didn't know and kissed his cheek. But he was still crying.
“Geez,” Finn said. “You'd think you'd have been dehydrated by now.”
Leo laughed and leaned up to kiss Logan's jaw. “You've always been such a sweetheart, huh?”
“Hm,” Logan hummed. “My sisters left me. It was traumatic.”
Leo snorted and wrapped Logan's arms tighter around him. He winked at Finn before saying, “I think you've just always been grumpy so you get affection.”
“Non.”
Finn laughed before a sound from the TV grabbed his attention again.
Iva had panned over to one of the couches in the living room. Noelle and Logan were standing and looking out the window at where Finn knew their driveway was. Noelle looked at him and said something encouraging, demonstrating a wave. “Au revoir!” she said. “Lolo, au revoir!”
Logan stared at her for a moment before smiling and doing the same. He repeated the phrase and said something else, looking out the window to where, presumably, Marius and the girls were driving away. Noelle had a hand on his back and laughed at him, which made Iva laugh. Then, Noelle looked at her mother with wide eyes, said something, and hopped down from the couch and ran away. Logan saw her leave abruptly and stared after her for a second with wide green eyes before bursting into tears again. Iva tisked and said something before the camera went dark.
Leo was laughing, and even Logan looked resigned to being amused. Finn furrowed his brows and tugged on Leo's ankle. “What'd Noelle say?”
Leo laughed. “She'd forgotten to turn the TV off downstairs and left to go do it.” He looked up at Logan fondly. “He didn't like being ditched again.”
Logan sunk back into the cushions with a sheepish smile on his face. Finn bit his lip around his own grin.
“You know,” he said. “That's the same smile you've had since you were little.” He stood and went to kiss Logan's forehead. “My bashful baby.”
“You were very cute, honey,” Leo said. He turned to kiss Logan briefly. When he pulled away, he smiled gently. “Your eyes are the same color.”
Logan bumped their foreheads together lightly. “Merci.”
Finn took one last longing look at them before spinning to face the TV again. “Okay,” he said, dropping to a crouch. “Sunshine time?”
“Ouais,” Logan said. Finn heard the sound of him kissing Leo's cheeks. “Es-tu prêt, mon coeur?”
“Ugh,” Leo groaned. “Little me was so embarrassing.”
“What?” Finn asked as he looked for the file. He found it, clicked on it, and stood to face them again. He had his hands on his hips. “What do you mean?”
Leo shrugged and dipped his chin into his sweatshirt neck. “I don't know, I just- I was kind of cringey.”
Finn shook his head and took Leo's face in his hands. “I'm sure you were your bubbly, sunshine self,” he said, kissing Leo on the nose. “Who we love, by the way.”
“Oui,” Logan agreed. He reached up to squish Leo's cheeks. “We love you and your chubby cheeks.”
“Yeah, we've seen pictures,” Finn agreed, leaning down to kiss above Logan’s hands wetly a few times. “You and your cheeks and your cute little button nose.” He booped said nose before straightening. “Which is still the exact same, by the way.”
Leo blushed and sank further into his sweatshirt. “I love you.”
“Love you,” Finn said. He flopped back down onto the couch to rub Leo's ankles some more. “Here we go. The ‘Sunshine Show.’”
Leo kicked him again, and Finn just kissed his ankle once more.
The video opened pointing at the grass. Eloise muttered in French briefly before raising it. It showed the Knut's New Orleans backyard, shaded by trees. In the background was Wyatt, whistling at the grill. And in the foreground was-
“Oh Mon Dieu,” Logan laughed. “Of course it's you.”
In the foreground sat Leo, about three or four years old, because he didn't yet have the gray streak, playing with a large kitchen set. He was sitting in the grass in shorts and a T-shirt, the sun shining against his hair. He looked so similar to how he did now: bright blonde curls and crystal blue eyes; round, squishable face and button nose; long limbs that were gangly against his frame. He was even tall, for a young child. Finn hadn't been that tall until he was at least six. Every now and then he would look at his dad and get a determined look on his face. He stuck his tongue through his teeth and focused on the fake stove in front of him.
“Oh my God,” Finn said. He squeezed Leo’s calf excitedly. “Tongue.”
Leo laughed. “Yeah, my dad does it, too.”
“Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” asked Eloise from behind the camera.
“I'm cookin’, mama!” Leo said. His accent was thick. “Like daddy!”
Eloise asked him something in French and Leo nodded, responding in kind, before grabbing something from the fake counter. He turned to her and beamed, holding out a fake plate with fake eggs and bacon.
“Merci, honey.”
“De rien!” Leo replied, then turned happily back to his kitchen. He was humming to himself as he puttered around.
Finn looked across the couch to find Leo burying his face further in his sweatshirt, face bright red. Logan caught Finn's eyes and smiled. He leaned down to whisper something in French in Leo's ear, which just made him flush even more and turn to hide his face in the crook of Logan's elbow. Logan laughed and wrapped him up closer, pressing a hard kiss to his curls. “Oh, mon soleil.”
In the video, Wyatt called something out in French. Eloise called something back and then zoomed in on Leo once more. He was still intently focusing on his toy.
“C'mon, sweetheart, daddy says dinner's ready.”
“But I'm cookin’, mama!”
Eloise crouched down, pointing the camera square in his face. “Daddy said that you can help cut the steak, honey, and make the herb butter to toast on the bread.”
Leo gasped, standing immediately, all long limbs and bouncy curls, and made a start towards the house. He stopped abruptly and came back to his kitchen set. He grabbed a couple of plastic baskets and began putting some of the pieces away. “I gotta clean first, mama.”
Eloise laughed fondly. “You can do that after dinner, honey, don't worry about it. I'll help you, then we'll make some strawberry shortcake.”
Leo beamed at her. “Merci, mama!” He ran forward and hugged her around her legs and waist before dashing towards the house once more. “I love you!” he called.
“I love you, too!”
Eloise sighed happily behind the camera, following Leo with it until he opened the glass back door excitedly, calling out to his father in French. She finally turned it off after the door closed behind him.
Finn stood to shut his laptop, then turned to lay himself on top of Leo. He rested his chin on Leo's chest. Leo had his eyes closed and was hiding in Logan's arms still. Logan was biting his lip and trying not to laugh. He succeeded for a few moments before he made eye contact with Finn. They immediately burst out giggling, which grew louder until they were laughing so hard they were jostling Leo.
“Stop!” Leo whined. “It's so embarrassing.”
“Non, soleil,” Logan protested. He bent his neck to kiss along Leo's cheek. “Trop mignon.”
“The cutest little sunshine baby,” Finn agreed. He pressed his lips repeatedly to Leo's other cheek. Leo tried to hide his face again, but Finn could feel his cheeks raising into a smile under their lips. Finn pulled back to kiss him on the mouth, then Logan. “You both were so cute.” He scuffed Logan's head. “You were tiny.”
Logan stuck his tongue out. “Soleil was tall and gangly.”
“Hey, I didn't say anything, why am I being dragged into this?”
Logan kissed his head. “Désolé, mon amour. You were a very cute gangly boy.”
Leo snorted. “I'll take your word for it, cry baby.”
“Va te faire.”
Finn barked out a laugh. “Baby, I love you, but your sisters left for a weekend and you had a meltdown.” He brushed Logan's hair back from his face. “You've always been a more sensitive thing than you let on.”
Logan just kissed his wrist. “Je t'aime.”
Finn smiled and let his weight go, snuggling into Leo's chest. “I vote for mandatory cuddle time.”
Leo laughed and rubbed a palm up and down his back. “Now who's the demanding one?”
“Mm,” Finn hummed. “I have my moments.” He yawned. “Sleep.”
Leo shuddered. “Okay, the Logan impression is getting scarily good.”
“Yeah, c'mon, man, stop stealing my thunder.”
Leo threw his head back and laughed with his whole body at Logan's imitation of Finn. “Oh my God, you both are so weird.”
Logan let out a little satisfied sound and kissed Leo's neck. “Sleep. For a little while.”
“Okay,” Leo said. Finn felt him shift a bit to get comfortable. “Okay, sleep.”
“Tomorrow, though,” Finn said. “We watch more home videos. It's supposed to rain.”
“Whatever you want, mon amour,” Logan whispered. His and Leo's breathing had evened out. “Anything you want.”
Finn closed his eyes and snuggled further into the warmth.