#seriously the gray hair is objectively cool he is so swaggy

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I feel like all my asks are leo centric I’m sorry 🥲🥲 I JUST LOVE HIM! Anyway I’ve always been fascinated with the gray streak in Leo’s hair and the scar on his head if you think you can write anything about that!

No apologies necessary. Leo Knut deserves to be loved like that! O'Hara and Tremblay are the presidents of the Sunshine Fan Club after all.

Have some contemplative Dad Wyatt, some snarky Eloise, and (as usual) some Leo-obsessed FinnLo!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo was an active 5-year-old. In many ways, Wyatt was grateful for that. He was always willing to go for a swim, a walk with Eloise, skating at the rink, basketball in the park. He was an easy-going kid, too; he wasn’t fussy, was very polite, friendly and a bit shy. All in all, Wyatt counted himself lucky to have such a wonderful son, such a wonderful wife, such a wonderful life.

This day, however, was testing his patience. 

“Leo, honey,” Eloise was saying, a bit exapserated. She had driven them out to a cove on their motorboat and was sat on the high stool near the wheel. “Please be careful near the windshield, I don’t want you to hit your head.”

Wyatt could tell Leo was also exasperated, but he nodded anyways. “Yes, mama.”

She leaned down to frame his head with her hands and kissed his blonde curls. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“But it’s easier to grip there if I move the ladder!”

Eloise sighed and looked over at Wyatt. “Then have your daddy and I help you on further down the side, okay? Please? Just until you’re older and your arms are longer.”

Leo bit his lip. Even as a young boy, Leo was very careful with his words, just like his father. Wyatt smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. 

“Okay,” Leo said. “I’m sorry, mama.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” she replied gently. “Why don’t you hop back in, huh? Then we’ll go back home. Daddy’s going to grill some steak.”

Wyatt sat up. “You wanna help me bud? I’ll teach you how to use the grill. We can make the steak sauce together, too.”

Leo nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah!” He scurried to the ledge, stood with one foot up, and yelled as he jumped off into the water. 

Eloise laughed and came to sit on Wyatt’s lap in the shade of the canopy. “You know, we’ll make a chef out of him, yet.”

Wyatt rubbed a hand up and down her thigh. “Or an athlete. He’s got enough energy for an entire army.”

“Eats enough for one, too, my Lord.” Eloise blew out air through her cheeks. “He’s going to cost us a fortune in food when he’s older.”

Wyatt just took her cheek in his hands. “Hey,” he said. She turned and smiled at him, leaning in for a kiss. “We did good.”

“Yes.” Eloise’s teeth were white against her tan skin, her blonde curls, exactly like their son's, bobbing as she nodded. “We did.” She pressed their foreheads together. “He’s a very special boy, our Leo.”

Before Wyatt could agree, Leo was calling out for them.

“Mama, daddy! There is this huge plant that’s growing from the bottom, come-” 

There was a clunk, and a cry, and then Eloise was looking up abruptly and pulling out of Wyatt’s arms, rushing over to where Leo was lying on the floor of the boat. There was blood, stark on the white paint of the material, and Leo was curled up and whimpering. Eloise jerked her head to Wyatt. “Get me the First Aid Kit! We gotta go back to shore.” She hushed Leo gently, elevating his head in her arms while Wyatt scrambled for their emergency bag. “Sh, sh, baby it’s okay. Mama’s got you, sweetheart, you’ll be just fine.” She placed a kiss right beside the cut just as Wyatt kneeled down beside them. “The gauze please, Wy.”

Wyatt didn’t know how his wife was so calm, cool, and collected while he was inwardly freaking out. His hands shook as he opened the case, pulling out a roll of the white fabric and handing it to his wife. She thanked him, holding Leo in the crook of her elbow with one arm to press the material to her son’s head. When Wyatt still didn’t move, she turned to him. 

“Wyatt, to the shore. If we need to go to the hospital, we need to be on land.”

Wyatt scrambled up. “Right. Right, okay.” He took the key from the seat and turned on the motor, muttering to himself. “Right, the shore. The land, then the hospital.”

And with Leo’s whimpers as their background music, he turned them towards the boat launch.

***

“When did it start going gray like this, Le?”

Leo looked up at Finn and then to his father with questioning eyes. “I don’t know. Dad?”

Wyatt walked over to find Leo and his boys sat on the couch in their living room, where Eloise had once again brought out a photo album for them to peruse. The particular photo they were looking at was Leo in the hospital after he’d banged his head. He’d gotten a few staples, the scar not incredibly visible now due to the sheer quantity of hair he had, and the photo showed him with a bandage wrapped around his head and smiling with a lollipop in his mouth. Eloise was sat beside him, laughing, and stroking his hair back from his face. 

“I don’t know,” Wyatt answered. “Not for a couple of weeks.” He chuckled softly. “I remember when you first noticed it. You got really freaked out that you’d been possessed or something.”

Leo rolled his eyes and blushed when Finn laughed. “Did a New Orleans monster of the deep possess you, baby?”

Wyatt smiled fondly. “Let’s just say he had an active imagination.”

Logan reached up to play with the gray strands. Wyatt couldn’t count the number of times he had done the exact same thing during Leo’s childhood. It jolted his heart, still, to see someone newer doing that to Leo. Finn and Logan were gentle with him in a way not many other people were. Mostly, people tended to look over Leo, or used his sweet disposition to their advantage- Wyatt didn’t know all of the details of his high school relationship, but he knew that Leo was treated unfairly. He and Eloise had noticed him retreating in on himself, and they were slightly worried when he’d gone off to the NHL, alone and newly out to them. But then he’d call them and talk about his roommates, at home and on the road, smiling and laughing and with a twinkle in his eyes that had Eloise and Wyatt exchanging knowing looks. It hadn’t been the plan, their Leo dating two of his teammates, but though it was a surprise, it was also a joyful revelation. He smiled more easily now, laughed harder than he ever had anywhere else, except for maybe in their home. And he was obviously in love and committed for the long haul. Wyatt remembered that exact feeling when he’d brought Eloise home for the first time to his parents. They were out in the country, a typical Cajun household, and were overjoyed that Eloise wanted to know them, to cook with them, to speak French with them. He remembered feeling so in love the first time she’d gone fishing with him and his father, prepared crab with his mother and older brother. He felt proud of Leo for finding that love, even if it was in an unlikely place.

“I think it suits you, soleil,” Logan said, interrupting Wyatt’s musings. “It’s like a ray of sunshine.”

“Yeah!” Finn agreed. “Sunshine for our sunshine.”

Leo was blushing really hard now. “Guys stop that.”

“Don’t you dare,” came Eloise’s voice. She came in from the kitchen with a plate of butterscotch cookies, and Logan’s eyes widened in excitement as she set the it down. She took Leo’s head in her hands, just as she had the day he’d fallen on the boat, and every day before that, and every day since, and kissed him hard where the gray streaks grew from his temple. “Don’t you let them stop, you hear me, sweetheart?” She patted his head. “And please still be careful near the windshield.”

“Mama, I’m six foot three, I can get on the boat now.”

Eloise smiled mischievously. “Well, then make sure Logan is careful near the windshield.”

Logan choked slightly on the cookie in his mouth as Finn burst out into laughter, his entire body shaking. “Oh man, Eloise. You should hang out in the locker room more often, the boys would get a kick out of you.” He reached across Leo’s body to scuff Logan’s head. “Way to take him down a notch.”

That made Leo laugh and turn to look delightedly at Logan. “That’s what Kasey said to me the first time I made fun of your height in the locker room.”

Logan rolled his eyes so hard Wyatt thought they might permanently stay back in his skull. “Va te faire.”

“Language, Tremblay,” Finn scolded.

Eloise tisked. “Oh, we’ve heard it all, don’t you worry. We’re a hockey family.” She turned her raised eyebrows to Leo. “But Leo knows not to repeat those words.”

Leo’s mouth hung open in surprise, which set both Finn and Logan off into laughter once more. “Mama, I’m twenty-two-”

“And you will use appropriate language in this household, I don’t care what your boyfriends do.”

“What? How is that fair? Dad swears all the time-”

“Leo.”

Wyatt knew she was just teasing, but he still couldn’t help but be amused at Leo’s narrowed eyes. “Sorry, mama.”

Eloise nodded. “Very good.” She clapped her hands and wrapped her arms around Wyatt’s waist. “Now, how about we have some cookies and then we go for a boat ride, hm? All this talk makes me want to get on the water.”

“Ouais, sounds good,” Logan said, swallowing what must have been his third cookie. He and Finn both gazed up at Leo adoringly. “Will you drive the boat?”

“If you want, sweetheart sure,” Leo replied. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Since I’ve got older I’ve basically become a chauffeur.” 

“A very handsome chauffeur,” Finn corrected. He gently brushed the gray tuft of hair. “Very handsome.”

As the boys continued talking, Eloise nudged Wyatt’s hips. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and turned to look at her.

“We did good,” she said in soft French. “We did so good.”

Wyatt pressed their temples together and kissed her lightly. They both turned to look at their son, who had an arm around each of his boyfriends, Finn with a hand on his thigh and Logan with his on Leo’s chest. They were laughing, and Leo’s gray hair bounced with the shake of his body. Wyatt smiled. “Ouais. We did good.”