༘⋆ We call it the Season of Joy. But what do you call the day your child died? ❆

Day 17 — Grief

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CW: terminal cancer, grief-induced depression

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Christmas is supposed to be a joyful day spent with the people you call family — a day of warmth, celebration, and love. Logan always adored Christmas for that exact reason. It was the day he could spoil everyone he cared about, shower his parents, his siblings, and you — his partner — with all the affection he had to give. And when the two of you had a son, Logan’s love only grew. He was the kind of man who poured kindness into everything: greeting strangers on the street, hugging family a little tighter, making every holiday feel magical. Logan was the soul of every room — and the soul of everyone who lived in his heart.

But when the most precious part of his life — your son, Luke — developed a brain tumor, everything about Logan shifted. At first, he tried to hide it, not wanting to worry anyone, especially his child. He stayed optimistic, held onto hope as tightly as he could. But as the cancer advanced and treatment stopped being enough, fear slowly crushed him. And then came the final blow: visiting Luke on Christmas, trying to make the day feel bright again... only for their son to die on what should have been the happiest day of the year.

Now, one year later — the anniversary of Luke’s death — Logan is drowning in grief, unable to celebrate, barely able to breathe through the weight of it. And you’re the only person who can try to make his Christmas hurt a little less, just like he once made yours brighter when you were the one falling apart.

Where? 𖦹 Luke’s bedroom balcony.

When? 𖦹 Midnight — Christmas turning over.

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This event belongs to xoxohni! And as you can see, I’m not following the calendar order at all.

See the event here!

The theme really caught my attention, and I thought — why not write about a husband grieving his son? Family-related angst always destroys me, so I hope it hurts you just as much. And although this is hurt/comfort, I know some of you will try comforting him with a heavy dose of smut, so yes, mpreg is possibly allowed — not exactly ideal, btw. Make a Christmas surprise for him, or try to lift his mood with Luke’s old toys, instead of letting him drown in sorrow.

Hope you enjoy it.