A/N; Hey guys! Long time no see, hah? Did you miss me?
This is my new story, aaaaand I plan to actually finish this one. I would go as far as say, I promise to finish this one. It's based on 'Definitely, Maybe' that Ryan Reinolds movie, but there are many differences. This is the first chapter, and I hope you'll enjoy it!


Logan was in his office, leaning back on his chair, hands behind his head, eyes shut. He was hovering in a limbo between consciousness and sleep, relaxing after a stressful night in the ER. It felt nice to just be, after several hours of rushing from patient to patient, and trying to calm worried relatives down.

At least he hadn't lost anyone that night.

He was jerked back to reality by a tapping on his door. He called for whoever was outside to get in, his left hand rubbing his tired eyes, hoping the motion would alert his brain enough to engage in a conversation with the person who wanted to talk to him. As it turned out though nobody wanted to talk to him.

He didn't recognize the nurse who stepped into his office, but he did recognize the envelope she was holding. It was yellowish, and thin, and he could see his lawyer's firm printed on it. His eyes moved to the calendar on top of his desk, zeroing on the number 18 circled with red pen on the Thursday column, under April. Yep, that day had finally arrived, and Logan had completely forgotten about it.

The nurse gave him a nervous smile, before dropping the envelope on his desk. Logan waited until the door was closed behind her, and then he reached for it, his fingers quick to pick out the document lying within the envelope. The words "Divorce; finalized" were staring at him, in all their black boldness, as his eyes made their way to the bottom of the page, where his wife's signature was neatly scribbled.

Ex-wife, Logan corrected himself.

Logan ran both his hands through his hair, and turned to look at the clock; 12:10. It was a bit early, but he didn't care. He needed to get out of there, he needed some fresh air. He grabbed his leather brown bag, stuffing the divorce papers inside. He sprang up from his chair, and all but ran out of his office.

He walked up to his car, swiftly unlocking the door and slipping in. He gave himself a moment to relax, drawing in a deep breath, before he jammed the key in the engine. The car came alive all around him with a humming noise like a pleasant greeting, making him smile. Wiggling the gear stick; he put it in reverse, slowly backing out of his parking space and soon enough he was out on the road.

Logan was glad his divorce was finalized on a Thursday; he loved Thursdays. Fridays too; they were his two favorite days out of the whole week. It helped that the sun was shining above, with no signs of clouds in the horizon, and that he didn't get stuck in gridlock. But even if any of those things happened, Logan would still love Thursdays and Fridays.

Stopping in front of the primary school, Logan checked the rear view mirror to make sure he looked presentable. Plastering a smile on his face, he got out. He skipped up the stairs, thinking of a lie in order to get Liam out of his class but he couldn't come up with anything believable. Pushing the double doors open, while thinking he'd just knock on the door and ask Liam's teacher to allow him to go home earlier because two days were simply not enough time for Logan to be with his son, he came face to face with what could be characterized as a battlefield.

The hallway was filled with shrieking eight and nine year olds and desperate parents. Logan came to a halt, his eyes widening at the sight. Some kids were crying, others were yelling at their parents and Logan could distinctively make out the voice of a girl repeatedly asking her mother whether or not she was still having sex with her father. Feeling confused and more than a little tired, Logan approached some of the parents who he knew, looking at them expectantly for some kind of explanation.

"Oh, Logan, hey." Sasha said, her hands resting on her daughter's shoulders. The curly haired eight year-old looked pale, with a faraway look on her face. Logan's eyes flickered from mother to daughter worriedly.

"What happened?" He questioned.

"Sex ed. Class was cut short." Tyler, another parent supplied. His daughter had both arms wrapped around his leg, her face pressing against his thigh and there were tears cascading down her face. Dak's fingers soothingly ran through her blond locks.

"Sex Ed?" Logan asked, swallowing hard; "Aren't they a little too young for that?" Sasha ruffled with her daughter's hair.

"They are; that's why all of them have freaked out, more or less." She said, looking around the hallway.

Logan wrecked a hand through his hair.

Sex ed! Freaking sex ed! They are eight years old, some of them nine, why would they need a sex ed class? As if Liam's imagination wasn't vivid enough without knowing about the reproductive system.

Logan cringed as he thought of all the questions his eight year old would throw his way.

Fucking great.

"I'm gonna go find Liam." He said, sidestepping them and they nodded turning their focus to their kids.

Logan didn't have to do much searching. Liam was standing a few steps away, leaning against a wall. His light brown hair was all tousled and his glasses were low on his nose. Logan cleared his throat, attracting the boy's attention. He raised an eyebrow when his son didn't immediately run to him; Liam always tackled him after not seeing him for four days, because as he said 'he couldn't contain his excitement after missing him so terribly'. Oh yes, Liam had quite a flare for the dramatics.

"What's up buddy?" Liam pushed away from the wall and fixed him with a serious gaze.

"We need to talk."

The whole way back to his apartment, Logan regretted spending so much time teaching Liam how to talk when he was a baby; he'd give anything for his son to just shut up. Or at least stop saying words like 'thrust' and 'penis', Logan nearly crashed the car when Liam casually threw the word 'orgasm'.

"Okay, there's no way Miss Simons talked to you about orgasms." He said, looking sideways to his son. Liam shrugged his little shoulders.

"She didn't, she said something about 'climax'." Logan cringed "But she was showing us this video on youtube, it was supposed to be 'super-informative'." Liam used air-quotes, a habit he'd picked from his ex-wife "And underneath the video were some comments, and that's where I read that word." Liam explained. Logan nodded to himself, as he parked "What does it mean?"

His foot pressed so hard on the break, that both him and Liam were jerked forward. Logan grabbed the wheel tightly in his hands, ignoring the question for as long as he could. Liam waited patiently for his father to park the car, and when he did; his chocolate brown eyes looked at the man questioningly.

"Well?" He said, when Logan didn't say anything.

"Well..." Logan trailed off, searching for the right words. He'd hoped he still had a couple of years before he had to have this conversation with Liam, years that would've been used in order for him to find exactly what he had to say to his son about sex and relationships and what he needed to be careful of. But things never worked out the way Logan wanted them to work "Orgasm is ugh...t-the part right before the sex is over." That would have to do. Liam mulled it over for a second, before nodding, accepting the answer. Logan let a relieved sigh.

"Okay, so Miss Simons told us about sperm and how it comes out of the penis-"

"Please don't say penis." Logan pleaded, cringing again as he led Liam towards his building.

"And how it's actually because of the sperm that babies happen." Liam said as they walked by the doorman. Logan gave the man an apologetic smile; "But there was a point in the video, that I didn't understand..." Liam trailed off. Logan jammed his finger on the elevator button and looked at his son afraid of his next question.

"And what's that?" He asked, knowing that Liam was waiting for a confirmation before going on.

"Well, the lady in the video became pregnant with a baby, Nathan, and then she said that Nathan was an accident." Liam said, slowly frowning "But how was he an accident? How do you accidentally thrust a penis in-"

"You know what?" Logan exclaimed, cutting him off when he saw the doorman giving them a weird look; "Let's not say the word 'penis' again, huh?" Logan asked kneeling in front of his son.

"Explain how Nathan was an accident." Liam said pinning in his eyes. Logan shook his head.

"I won't do that." He said standing up and returning to his position in front of the elevator. Liam narrowed his eyes.

"Penis!" He said in a loud, clear voice "Penis, and vagina, and-" Logan put his hand over Liam's mouth, effectively muffling his words. The elevator dinged, and he thanked the gods above, before pushing Liam inside and then stepping in himself.

The apartment was still a mess; there were half-empty boxes strewn all around the place, and clothes were lying on the floor and on the couches. It drove Logan, who was a neat freak, crazy. It was the reason why he spent as little time in his new home as he could. He needed to take a week off the hospital in order to get that place in a habitable state, and there was no way he'd been give a week off any time soon.

Logan sent Liam to his room to get changed, and he busied himself in the kitchen, starting to cook lunch. It was weird, this living alone thing. Logan wasn't used to it. He'd never been alone before, not really. First he was living with his parents, then he was in college where he had a roommate. Then he was living with Kendall for some time, and after that he got married. Being alone was a first for him, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

He heard the small footsteps coming his way, before Liam made his presence known, by hopping on a stool and then starting to twirl around on it. Logan tried not to laugh with his antics; if Liam saw him laughing with what he was doing, then he'd keep doing it until he made himself sick on the stomach.

"Daddy, why won't you tell me how come Nathan was an accident?" he questioned after a while. Logan, who was in the process of stirring the noodles in the pot, froze "I could always search it on the internet."

"Not the internet!" Logan exclaimed, turning around to look at him. He didn't even wanna think what Liam could come across while searching for accidental pregnancies.

"But I want to know," Liam pressed on. Logan stared at him for a couple of seconds, and then he sighed. He pulled the pot off the stove, and walked over to the island where his son was seated.

"Okay, sex wasn't the accident," he said, looking him in the eyes "The fact that Nathan's mom got pregnant, that was."

"So they were having sex, but they didn't want a baby?" Liam asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Logan nodded "Why would they have sex, if they didn't want a baby?" Logan nearly choked on his saliva.

"That's a very good question," He said, patting Liam's head. "You should...ask your mom about it."

"Why mom? Why can't you tell me?" Liam questioned.

"Because this is such a fun conversation, we shouldn't leave mom out of it," Logan said cheerfully, pinching his son's cheek. Liam squinted, pushing his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, and Logan moved to one of the boxes to get out some plates, that he nearly dropped with Liam's next question.

"Was I an accident?" his voice sounded small, something that Logan wasn't used to. He disregarded the plates on the counter next to the stove, and span around to look at Liam.

"What?" he asked, hoping he hadn't heard right. He walked up to the island again, leaning on it, so he was closer to Liam. Liam's face fell, his teeth worrying his lower lip.

"I was, wasn't I?"

"Liam...No, of course not." The boy didn't look convinced "Trust me, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into." Logan said, ruffling with his brown hair "Now, help me make the table."


"I think you should tell me the story of how you met my mom." Liam said from the bathroom. Logan was changing in his pyjamas, kind of amazed with the fact that he'd managed to stay awake until ten o'clock in the night. He looked towards the hallway, eyebrows raised.

"Why do you keep calling her your mom? Like I've never met her before?" he heard the flush, and then the water tap. Two minutes later Liam was leaning against the frame of his door.

"Because now that you are getting divorced, she's going to be mine, not yours."

"Aha, is that so?" Liam gave him a nod. Logan chuckled and shook his head.

"C'mon, I want to know the story." Liam nagged. Logan stood from the bed, and headed towards him. Grabbing his shoulders he turned Liam around, and gave him a push towards his bedroom "C'mon dad, let's talk this out like man to man!" Liam said excitedly, jumping on his bed.

"Man to man?" Logan questioned, and the eight year old nodded fervently, while still jumping up and down. Logan seated himself on the edge of the bed.

"How many girlfriends did you have, other than mom?" Liam asked, and Logan blinked.

"Why does that even matter?"

"Daaaaaaad." Liam whined, falling on the bed on his belly. He raised his head, chin resting on the mattress, all his limps spread "Just tell me!" Logan sighed, giving in.

"I had two serious girlfriends, and some other women I dated here and there." He said. Liam's eyes widened a little, and then he tilted his head on the side.

"Is the term man-slut a real word?" he questioned. Logan narrowed his eyes, leaning forward to give him a noogie "Daaaaaaaaaad!" Liam whined again, trying to get away.

"You hang way too much with your Uncle James." Logan scolded, letting him go. Liam patted his hair, trying to fix the damage, but it was impossible. He huffed and eyed his father.

"Did mom have so many boyfriends before she dated you?"

"You should ask your mother about that, not me." Liam rolled his eyes "Hey, none of that mister. Rolling your eyes is rude."

"But you do it all the time! To Uncle Kendall, to Grandma Joanna, you even did it to mom once." Liam pointed out. Logan shifted on his seat.

"Yeah but it's different."

"How come?"

"I'm older." Liam hooked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything "C'mon, it's time for bed," Logan clapped his hands. Liam obediently crawled under the covers, crossing his arms over the duvet.

"Can you sleep with me tonight?" he asked, when Logan sat by his side.

"You're too old for that now, buddy," Logan said, pocking his nose. Liam giggled, and Logan smiled "But I'll be right in the next room, so if you have a bad dream just-"

"Yell really loud?" Liam asked with a cheeky grin.

"Not too loud; we don't want the neighbours to kick us out." Logan said, dropping a kiss on his forehead.

"'k Dad...Dad?" Liam said after a second of hesitation "If I ask real nicely, will you tell me tomorrow how you met mom?" he looked at him hopefully, and Logan sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day "Please? I just want to know why you fell in love with her."

"I fell in love with your mom because she was beautiful, and smart, and funny," Liam squinted.

"So... now she's ugly, and stupid, and boring?"

"What? No, I didn't say that," Logan muttered shaking his head "It's complicated."

"It's always complicated with you two!" Liam said sounding exasperated "Look, maybe if you tell me the story, you'll realise that it's not as complicated as you think it is, and that you actually love her, and that you want to be with her-"

"Liam, Liam, stop," Logan cut him off "Look, honey, I know that this is tough on you, but your mother and I are getting a divorce, and that's final. It won't change. I don't know if you think that telling you the story will change something-"

"But maybe it will!" Liam spoke over his words. Logan could see the tears forming in his son's eyes. It was late, they were both very tired, and the subject was too sensitive to be broached at the time.

"It's late. You're tired, and you've got school tomorrow, and I have to be at the hospital-"

"Make it short then!"

"No, Liam!" Logan snapped. He shut his eyes and drew a deep breath; he didn't like yelling to the boy "This is not the right time," He breathed out slowly.

"But I just want to know," Liam begged. He was giving him the look; the look that Logan had never been able to say no to, ever. And it was scary that Liam already knew he could get anything he wanted, just by looking at him that way.

"Fine." The words left Logan's mouth before he realised what he was agreeing to.

Liam's eyes lit up, and he sat up, throwing his arms around his father's neck. Logan was a bit taken aback; this was the first time he experienced the 'crazy mood swings' his ex-wife had warned him about, and he wasn't sure how he should react. He slowly wrapped both his arms around Liam, pressing the boy's smaller body against his own. He really missed having him around all the time.

"Thanks dad," Liam said, pressing a loud kiss on his cheek. He picked his pillow, put it against the headboard, and leaning against it he looked at his father "You may start." Logan had the urge to roll his eyes, but he refrained.

"Okay, I'm gonna tell you the whole story," Logan said, and Liam's eyes widened in excitement "But, I'm not telling you who your mom is."

"Fine," Liam agreed with a shrug.

"And I'm gonna change all the names, and some facts," Logan went on, and Liam seemed to get more excited.

"Cool! It will be like a love/mystery story!" he exclaimed, making Logan chuckle.

"Yeah, let's see if you can figure out who your mother is bud, then we'll see how clever you really are." Liam gave him an offended look.

"Please Dad; I am a genius," he said in a way that reminded Logan too much of his son's mother. Logan crossed his arms.

"Are you now?" Liam nodded "Okay, we'll see."

"We will," Liam said with a self pleased smile.

"Okay so...Once upon a time, long before you were born, in 2010 to be exact, in a Minnesota, whose capital city is...?" Logan asked raising an eyebrow.

"Um...Saint Paul," Liam said after a second of thinking, and was rewarded with a smile.

"In a town called Minneapolis, in Minnesota, on the Northern part of the country, there lived a young man, named Logan Mitchell..."


A/N Soooo, was it bad? Awful? Great? Review and let me know!

Till the next time, bye! :)