"You think I have ever had unprotected sex?" I whisper harshly at Kendall.

"I'll come back later." The waiter shifts uncomfortably.

"Knowing you, I know you haven't, but no contraceptive is foolproof."

"And of course I know that, but I just never thought I could…get pregnant." I glare at the table hoping to burn a hole through the plastic granite.

"Hey, look at me." I turn my glare onto him, "I'm no doctor so I could be wrong, don't get stressed. Just have them take a pregnancy test at your appointment later. I'm sure everything's fine."

"If that's true then why even bring it up?"

"Because if you go along not believing you could be pregnant, it's extremely dangerous if you are. We aren't wired like women, Logan. Our bodies will attack the embryo when it grows too big. Your body attacking the baby will make you extremely sick. It could kill you."

The waiter returns once again.

"I'm sorry," Kendall apologizes to the man, "could we just get the check please?"

"Of course, sir."

"What are you thinking?"

"I don't know." I absentmindedly rub Bentley's back. "I don't think I'm ready for a child."

"You do fine with Bentley."

"That's only for an hour or two or a day here and there. Can I do it full time?"

"Take it one step at a time kid. You and…your man can make the big decisions if-if- you are pregnant."

Kendall puts down a twenty for the drinks and we leave.

"Do you think you could go with me?" My seatbelt locks into place.

"Sure, man. I'm here for you."

"Mitchell." Our nurse calls out in the waiting room.

I stand and look back at Kendall.

"I'm right behind you." He takes Bentley's hand.

"Hello Kendall, here for moral support?"

"Yeah."

"Right in here."

The paper on the bench crinkles when I sit down and Bentley laughs.

"So what are you here for, Logan?"

"I need a-a pregnancy test."

"Alright, no need to get Dr. Carlson in here then. I'll just set you up with some blood work. Head out to the lab and they'll do that.

"O-okay."

….

Sitting in the waiting room again I chew on my nails.

"Logan!" Kendall pulls my hand from my mouth and holds it against my thigh, "There's no need to ruin your nails."

"I'm panicking!"

"Well stop!" He silently takes a drawing from Bentley and sets it aside. "Everything will be fine."

"What if he doesn't want it?"

"Then you don't need him. You have me, James, and Carlos. We'll always be here for you."

I scoff lightly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Mitchell?" A lab tech calls my name from the window.

I look nervously at Kendall.

"I'll get it."

As soon as the hand trapping mine moves, my hand is back at my mouth.

I hear Kendall thank the tech before plopping down next to me.

"What does it say?" I have to mumble around my fingers.

"Well, Logan, you are definitely pregnant."

My stomach heaves and I lean down to hold my head between my knees.

"Are you alright?" Kendall asks rubbing my back.

"No." The grey carpet blurs through my tears.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

I let him help me up and out to the car.

"Do you think you'll be sick?"

"I shake my head slowly, "I don't think so."

"Okay." He pulls out of the parking lot.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, Bentley?"

"What does pregnant mean? Is Logie okay?"

"He's fine. Pregnant means you're going to have a baby."

"Oh."

"Hey, Carlos is here." Kendall states as we pull into my driveway.

"Yeah."

Carlos opens the door as we walk up the steps. I look at him, bursting into tears all over again.

"Hey, what's wrong man?" he places a friendly hand on my shoulder.

"How'd your appointment go? Are you alright?"

I shrug off his hand and pull him into a hug, crying into his chest. Inhaling the smell of his body wash.

I feel him hesitate awkwardly before returning my hug.

"W-what's wrong, Logan?"

"I-I'm pregnant!" I sob out.

"Oh…Oh! Oh my God, are you serious?"

"Yes!"

"Maybe we should go inside." Kendall gently pulls me away from Carlos and ushers me through the door.

"Don't cry, Logie!" Bentley stands in front of me wiping my tears with his little fingers, "You gotta be a big boy!"

"Thank you Bentley, I'll try to be a big boy." I pull him into a tight hug. "But sometimes even for boys who are already all grown up its hard. When we have to deal with something stressful we want to cry and act like we're still little boys.

"So having a baby is stressful?"

"Yes, Bentley, a lot of the time it is."

"Are you alright?" Carlos lays his hand on my shoulder again.

"No," I let go of Bentley, "I'm hurt, and scared, and confused, and I don't know what we're going to do!" I slump down, letting my head fall into his lap.

"Please look at me."

I turn over on my back to look at him.

"We can do this, I promise that we'll be fine." His warm hands come up to my cheeks, "I love you."

"I love you too." I pull him down into a kiss.

"I'll never leave you. You and me, we'll make a perfect family. A white picket fence, a dog, and two point five kids."

I laugh against his lips, "Can we have either two or three children? I'm not fond of having half of a child."

"Of course." His lips hit mine again.

"Oh, uhm, okay, I-I'll come back later.

"Kendall!" I push away Carlos with a hand against his chest and sit up.

"So, uh, when did this happen?" he gestures vaguely at me and Carlos.

"Well," I take a glass of iced tea from the offered tray of drinks Kendall brought from the kitchen, "after you told us that you and James were together and that you were pregnant with Bentley."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Kendall seems offended.

"We…just weren't ready to be out yet." Carlos puts in.

"And now you have to come out."

"Not exactly but we will. I think it might insult Carlos if I didn't want people to know that he was the father."

"It would."

"Oh!" Bentley suddenly pipes up from the floor where he lies, staring up at us.

"What is it sweetie?" Kendall looks down at his son.

"If pregnant means you're gonna have a baby…"

"Yeah?"

"Then Daddy's gonna have a baby!" He's grinning from ear to ear.

"Bentley Ryan Diamond-Knight! Where did you hear that?"

"From you, Daddy." Bentleys smile slowly fades. "I was scared in bed so I went to find you and Papa. But you were talking and you told Papa that you were pregnant. But then I went back to bed. Are you mad?"

Kendall sighs, "Of course not, come here."

Bentley stands and climbs onto Kendall's lap.

"You're pregnant again?" I ask him, shocked.

"I did remember to tell you that no contraceptive is foolproof right? It was an accident. God knows we don't need it right now, but we are definitely not," he covers Bentley's ears with his hands," getting an abortion. No matter what."

"Oh God no!" my hand goes to my own still flat stomach.

"Exactly."