Hey folks. So, here is the first chapter of Whisky for Your Thoughts. I decided to start out with something other then jumping right into Logan. This will begin after Logan has gotten pregnant and after Rogue, a friend of Warren's, has just had her own kid. It's short and simple, but it's my prologue, so, rock on. Leave a review for more?
Warning: Slash, WarrenXLogan, Male Pregnancy!
"I'm really happy for you, Rogue." Warren said, smiling and taking her hand. They were sitting in rocking chairs on the front porch of a large oak house. Rogue's arm held a bundle tightly, as the wind rustled and the leaves flew through the air like feathers, weightless and colorful. Warren grinned, and she nodded. Warren continued, "I'm happy for you both, Bobby and you."
"Oh," she rolled her eyes, "I've been meaning to mention that…" She shifted uncomfortably and held the baby in her arms a little tighter. She looked quietly over at him, her lips lingering with the bad news.
"What?" Warren asked curiously, dropping her hand and looking at her with intense confusion.
"Bobby's gone, he left, you know, last week."
"What?" Warren said, his eyebrow rising in worry. He wasn't sure what to do first, but he settled on waiting to hear more of what happened.
"Its fine, Warren. I can raise a kid by myself," Rogue said, shrugging, "I'm used to doing things on my own, anyway."
"But how could Bobby just do that?" Warren sighed.
Rogue smiled, "He wasn't ready to be a daddy. Father at nineteen wasn't his life plan. And my plan is sort of…just go with the flow? It's fine, really. But I don't want to talk about him, please, Warren. I haven't seen you in months, catch me up. You're my best friend, aren't you supposed to cheer me up? Last time I saw Logan he was two months, how long does he have, yet?"
"Logan," Warren's lips fell to a grin subconsciously, "Logan is great. Baby is due in June."
"That's soon! I can't believe you got him knocked up," Rogue chuckled, "And, hey, I want you two to come visit me when the baby is born, know that I have my own house and stuff."
"Sure, sure," Warren nodded, "So, did you decide on a name yet?"
Rogue nodded, glancing at her own child, "Her name will be Justice."