Virgil's pov

'"Morning star" he mumbled with a smile. His hand stroking through my hair. His glasses rested above his freckled nose and his hair was fluffy and messy as usual.

"Mornin." I Grunt. Pushing myself off my bed. I gaze at his features. His dimple when he smiles. How his left eye is slightly more blue then the other and so much more. I hold onto the side of his dressing gown that he was wearing and pull him into a hug. A strong and loving hug.

It was warm with meaning. I don't feel his body heat because I know the out come of this sickening dream but I'll let it play. I cares his neck and cheek gently as he smiled into my hand.

I feel tears start falling down my Cheek as it starts ending.

"I miss you Logan." I say before I'm ripped away from the sweet reality.'

— — —

"So that's nearly every night."  Mr Picani tapped his pen on his clipboard.

Mr Picani is my therapist. He helps me with coping with Logan's death. It hurts to talk about him but after 5 years of constant depression, I had to reach out.

"Yes, it's normally on the nights we would have date nights on."  I reply, clutching my jeans.

"Does anything help this?" He asked again.

"When I talk to Lucinda or Holmes, they're everything I have at the moment, I love them a lot" I say, they're my children, they help me cope with Logan.

"Do you children hold any sentimental memories to Logan?" He starts scribbling our some notes.

"Holmes remembers Logan and took after a lot of his traits. He sometimes asks where his other dad is and he acts like Logan a lot, it makes it hard to stay in the house." I explain, it's true.

God I miss him

Sorry for the short chapter!

IF YOU WANT MORE PARENTHOOD ANALOGICAL GO READ MY PARENTHOOD BOOK!

It's has

Analogical
Royalty
Phan
Septiplier (I don't ship, it was just requested)
And more( soon)
Like seriously, that's a lot of effort :/