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Kendall made a promise, a vow. He stood before an alter and swore, before God and Law, to remain true for all his life. But sometimes, in the night, he finds that vows are hard to keep. Sometimes as he's sleeping, he dreams of dark hair and dark eyes. Sometimes as he's fucking, his wife's curves become lean, lithe muscle. Sometimes he forgets whom he swore to have and to hold.

Sometimes Logan stoops and lifts a blond child in his arms and he looks so happy that Kendall forgets that Logan isn't a father, especially not the father of those kids. Sometimes, when Jo's getting ready for some gala event, Logan comes by to babysit and Kendall wonders if his kids don't know Logan better than their own mother.

Sometimes Logan gets sick and Kendall worries that he has nobody to look after him. Sometimes Kendall makes a mess in the kitchen and leaves it for Jo to clean up so that he can bring Logan chicken soup or a thermos of hot tea. Sometimes Logan mumbles sleepily that Kendall didn't have to go through all that trouble. Sometimes Kendall tells him that yes, he did, because Kendall is there for Logan, in sickness and in health.

Sometimes Kendall can feel Logan standing by his shoulder, standing up for him. Sometimes Kendall thinks of his wedding and how Logan isn't just his best man, he's the best man, the best friend, the best everything.

Sometimes Jo goes out with friends and the guys come over to watch the game. Sometimes Logan stays late to have a few more beers. Sometimes Kendall forgets he pledged to be faithful. Sometimes the friendly arm he slings around Logan's shoulders tightens and becomes possessive. Sometimes their lips meet and their bodies intertwine. Sometimes their clothes end up on the floor and Kendall whimpers and moans and begs like he never does with Jo.

Always they whisper we can't keep doing this. Always they say never again, never again. Always Kendall knows it's another promise they can't keep.

Never have they said I love you because they've always known it's true.

They need each other, with all their faults and strengths, for better of for worse, to love and to cherish 'til death do them part. But they never promise it, they never make it a vow, because sometimes, in the night, vows are hard to keep.