I feel like I can so see Finn getting so frustrated when they are married and all live together again when they have to separate for longer than a day he gives the vibes that he would be like
“You want me to sleep alone??? Sleep without my husbands??? Isn’t that illegal???”
Oh, this man is such a lost puppy when he has to sleep without them. I think he just kinda wanders around the house talking to himself (or to a special fluffy stuffed duck who will be making a reappearance). Like, he comes home from work and stands in the living room like: Okay. Hubbies not here. What do I do?
Then he ends up reheating leftovers or making himself pasta and watching his husbands play their game and IMMEDIATELY conks out. Like, dead to the world asleep. And then he wakes up, runs, goes to work, comes back, and POOF! HUBBIES ARE HOME AGAIN!!!!!!! And he does a little happy dance.
Credits to @lumosinlove
Logan breathed in harshly as their alarm sounded, stretching with a grunt. He winced as his back cracked. He heard Leo let out a sound and felt the bed move as he turned the alarm off. Between them, Finn let out a protesting sound. He buried his nose further in Logan’s neck and squeezed him tighter. “No.”
“Hm,” Leo sighed with a soft laugh. He rolled over and pressed slow kisses to Finn’s neck. “We gotta go, baby.”
“No, you don’t,” Finn whined. “Hockey is stupid.”
“Ouais, so stupid,” Logan agreed drily. He wrapped his arms around Finn’s shoulders and kissed his red waves.
Leo stood and stretched, crossing over to the closet and taking out some clothes for himself and Logan. “Lo, did you pack clothes for tomorrow?”
“No he didn’t, because he’s not leaving,” Finn said. “And neither are you.”
Leo turned and smiled, head tilted and gazing at them fondly. “We’re sorry, honey. Tampa is calling.”
Finn groaned. “It’s Saturday. Snuggle Saturday.” He looked up at Logan and pouted. “You won’t leave me, will you?”
Logan kissed his forehead gently. “Just for a day, rouge.”
“Yeah,” Leo agreed. “We literally fly back late tonight, we’ll have the whole day tomorrow together.”
“But I said no. They can’t steal you from me, you’re my husbands.”
“They’re not stealing us, rouge,” Logan placated, running his hands through Finn’s hair. “We’re just going on a little trip.”
“But you’ll be so far away. We finally get you back, and then you and Le have to leave me. Stupid NHL,” he scoffed. “Stupid NHL making me sleep without my husbands.”
“Oui, c'est tragique.” Logan made to move, but Finn let his weight go heavy on top of him. “Finn,” Logan laughed.
Finn just grumbled under his breath into Logan’s chest.
“Lo, sweetheart,” Leo said. He came over and brushed Logan’s hair out of his face and kissed his temple. He was in his gameday suit. “It’s almost four, we’ve gotta go soon. I’ve got breakfast sandwiches all wrapped up.”
Finn reached up and grabbed onto Leo’s bicep. “No.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“No, baby.”
Leo sighed exasperatedly and kissed Finn on the mouth briefly. “I love you.”
Logan got a nice view of their gorgeous faces when Finn pressed their foreheads together. He kissed each of their cheeks and rubbed Finn’s back. “Mon mari, I have something for you.”
Finn looked at him with surprised brown eyes. “You do?”
“Mhm.” Logan sat up with a grunt, Finn following and rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. Logan kissed his cheek and stood, walking to their dresser. He searched for a minute before smiling. He turned and held up the stuffed duck.
Finn smiled. “Charlie?”
“Ouais.” Logan caught Leo’s twinkling eyes then walked back to the bed. He held Charlie up and wiggled him in front of Finn’s face. “Salut, mon rouge,” he said in a high pitched voice.
Leo and Finn burst out laughing, loud in the quiet early morning. Logan smiled satisfactorily as Finn took Charlie gently in his hands. He kissed the F+L over Charlie’s heart and smiled up at Logan. “Thank you.”
Logan leaned down to kiss him slowly. “He helped me on lonely nights away from you. I thought he could help you, too.”
Long arms wrapped around his waist and warm lips kissed his jaw. “Maybe I can sew on another L,” Leo whispered.
Finn bit his lip around a grin. “I’d like that.” He hugged the duck to his chest and looked up at them through his eyelashes. “I still think it’s stupid that the NHL makes us sleep in separate beds, though.”
“Well,” Leo said. “I think we can all agree on that one.” He rubbed his palms up and down Logan’s abs. “It’s time sweetheart.”
Logan changed into his gameday suit, standing still dutifully as Leo put some pomade in his hair to tame his bedhead. Finn was still obviously begrudged by the whole situation; he always had his arms wrapped around one of their waists. He did, however, carry Charlie the whole time, which Logan took as a good sign. He didn’t like the thought of Finn lonely in their bed.
“Okay,” Leo finally said around four-thirty. He was standing with their bags by the front door. “Time to go, flight is in a couple hours.” He cupped Finn’s jaw gently in his hands and kissed him. “I love you. We’ll be home before you know it.”
“Love you,” Finn whispered. He adjusted Charlie in the crook of his elbow and yawned with a sound akin to a puppy. “Can we sew Charlie tomorrow?”
Leo smiled. “Of course we can.” He kissed Finn once more and opened the door. “Bye, sweetheart.”
“Bye.”
Logan shouldered his own bag and stepped into Finn’s space, lifting up his shirt with one hand to feel the warm skin of his torso. He rubbed his other thumb over the purple skin under Finn’s eyes. “Please go back to bed for a bit, mon coeur.”
Finn shook his head with another yawn. “Gonna go for a run then get some coffee with Celeste. Then I’ll go to bed early tonight after your game, and then you’ll be back. Call me first, though, as soon as you can after the game finishes. Can’t sleep without hearing your voices.”
Logan shook his head fondly. Finn was so chatty, even this early in the morning. “Mon rouge.” He kissed him in slow draws. “Je t’aime.”
“I love you. Have a good game.”
Logan kissed him once more and took Leo’s outstretched hand. Finn leaned against the doorway and watched them walk down the hallway, Charlie in his arms. Finn took one of his little plush wings in between his delicate fingers and waved it at them with a smile. He put on a high pitched voice like Logan had. “Love you!”
Leo laughed and blew a kiss. “Love you, too, Charlie.”
Logan squeezed Leo’s hand and waved back. “Je t’aime.”
Finn sent them one last smile as the elevator closed behind them. When they were alone, Logan leaned heavily into Leo’s side with a sigh.
“You okay, honey?”
“Ouais.” He turned his face into Leo’s sleeve. “Just miss him.”
“Me, too.” Leo kissed his temple. “We can call him before nap time after morning skate, then after the game before we get back on the plane. How does that sound?”
“Mhm, good.” Logan stood on his toes to kiss Leo gently just as the doors opened. “Je t’aime.”
Leo smiled against his mouth. “I love you, too.” He tugged Logan’s hand gently, and Logan let the warmth of Leo’s being fill him up to the brim, even on a cold October morning. “C’mon, mon mari, I’ll drive.”