Carlos
Yeah, Logan’s adopted, big deal. We love her, she loves us, we’re her dads. None of us mentions it, ever. It offends her when people suggest we’re not her ‘real dads,’ and why shouldn’t it?
Seb picks up Logan from the floor and settles next to me on the couch. I kiss his cheek and he moves closer to me. Logan moves from his lap to mine and I smirk at him. She then moves from my lap to his and he smirks at me. I playfully punch his arm.
** Thirteen Years Later **
Logan comes in and sits next to me. I kiss the top of her head and put an arm around her shoulders. Her boyfriend just broke up with her. She’s miserable, understandably. Do we resent her for being straight? No, hell no.
She pulls out her phone and starts playing BitLife, so I shove her away and she laughs. “Whatever, Papí.”
Seb comes in and sits on her other side. She scoots closer to him and they both smirk at me. Seb beckons me over and we all crowd together to watch Kitchen Nightmares for no good reason.
