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Chapter 7
Logan's POV
I'm sure I've heard his voice before. It's so familiar, I'm sure I have. I mean, I don't remember his face, but maybe someone else was servicing him and he was really loud…Yeah. I guess that's it.
"Hi." I say cautiously, still cleaning the glasses in the bar.
He smiled knowingly. Clearly he knew something I didn't . He took a small sip of his beer and kept on smiling at me. "You don't know who I am, do you?" He asked, looking amused.
I scrunched my eyebrows, trying to figure out if I'd ever seen him in my life. I don't think I have. I honestly don't think so, other than his voice… "No…Have we met before?" I asked.
"Well, not formally." He shrugged. "But I do announce Dominic's stage presense, when he's going to do a show." He winked.
Oh. Oh. OH! I get it. "You're that voice. Oh. Wow. I've never seen you…It's nice to finally meet you." I smiled. Well, now I know everything about strip clubs…well almost everything.
"You too." He took another swig. "Jett Stetson." He said, holding his hand out, while looking at me with expectant eyes. I shook his hand and said my stage name. I might work with this guy, but there's no reason to tell him my real name. "So, Dominic. I was wondering why don't you dance anymore now a days?"
I could just lie to him… "I don't feel really good. I don't know, I think I might be coming down with something." It's a partial truth. See, I'm looking at the glass half full.
"Oh." He sounds like he doesn't buy it. I couldn't even by the crap I've been saying. "Then… you're going to be bar-tending?"
"Yeah." I said, cleaning more glasses.
"Good, guess I'll just have to have a few drinks every night." He grins.
I know I'm blushing. I just know it. I can feel the heat. "Okay." I whisper.
"Okay." He repeats and then drowns the remaining liquor in a single gulp. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye." Then I go back to cleaning.
That was brief, but pleasant. So different from James. At least he has the decency to participate in small talk and not get into my pants. What was I thinking? Giving my virginity to a man I barely knew, and for a million dollars, no less. I might have turned into the dumbest person on the face of LA.
I still can't bring myself to cash in the cheque. I know I never will. I can't even stare at it without crying. When I see it, I see James using me, treating me like a princess and then dumping. I don't know if I'm scared that the cheque might a fake or if I'm scared it's real. If it's fake then I clearly meant nothing to him and I was a one-night stand. If it's real…then he clearly thinks he can buy everything with money. Either way, he still left.
Line Break.
Jett did come back the next night, right around closing time, when everyone was mostly gone and I was cleaning up the bar. He asked for a virgin margarita, when I asked him why, he said that it was too late to go home driving and with his sleep deprivation his blood actually higher than the blood alcohol levels allowed for driving. I asked him how he knew that his blood alcohol levels were so high, he said that he was so tired one night, he was driving home, and when a police officer pulled him over for driving too slowly, he fell asleep and was woken to take a blood test, turns out sleepiness and alcohol have the same effect. Who knew?
The drink was mostly to get his energy a little high, so he'd stay awake on the road home. I ahhed and ohed at all his story, obviously I didn't really want to share much about my life, but Jett genuinely seemed to like to talk about himself, so I let him. It was nice, plus I'm a good listener. I think that might be why he kept coming back every time I was bar tending. Every time he'd tell me a story that would make me awe with excitement or laugh with a searing need to go to the bathroom. I was fun with him.
He kept that up for almost two weeks when he finally broke.
"So" He started.
"So" I copied. He was being too serious and I wanted things to be a little bit more casual, like usual. I didn't want to deal with serious stuff now.
He inhaled, clasping his hands together and leaning closer towards me, over the ba "r. "We have been talking for…a while…And…I like you." He said. He sounded nervous. I thought it was cute, compared to how confident he sounded the first time he's introduced himself, it was defiantly a personality change. "And I was wondering…wouldyougoonadatewithme?" He asked me one breath. I have to say, I was surprised he could talk that fast.
I chuckled at his eagerness and nodded yes. And that very night, we went out for a midnight snack, looking at the clouds that banked the navy sky, making up shapes or telling stories with them. I honestly had a good time. Jett was awake enough to take me home, since I didn't have a car and before I got out, I pecked his lips.
I know I sound terrible, but I didn't feel anything. At least with James, when he touched me, I could feel this strong sensation of ecstasy run it's course from the origin of the tactile sensory to my heart, but with Jett…it's like kissing your friend. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Maybe James was the one for me and I'm not the one for him.
I wish I could just forget him and maybe build something with Jett.
Maybe
I wish.
James' POV
My mind went blank with pure rage, the crimson of blood rushed to my mind, turning everything in my sight into a craze of inflamed rage. I turned to my nearest wall and punched it as hard as I could. I couldn't feel the string of the blow or the fact that I'd heard several of bones crack. I was in pure, unadulterated antagonism.
GOD.
He's fucking dating. He could be fucking. And it isn't me.
Just fucking perfect.
"James calm down." Kendall admonished.
Calm down! Calm down! What the fuck is he talking about calming down?! I thought Logan was it for me. I thought I found someone who I could spend the rest of my life with, I thought I found love. NO. I KNOW I found LOVE. I even asked my father if it was all right if I pursued him! And once I want something I never let it go.
I had Logan.
I wrote him a note.
I gave him that cheque.
He hasn't called me
He hasn't used the cheque
I don't fucking know what that means. But I do know that if he didn't cash it in, it means something. He could just be a coward for not calling.
I wish I was there, claiming him. I wish I could go. Because of this fucking coronation, I'm taking the first flight out.
"I'm calm." I say, through gritted teeth.
"Yeah right." Kendall chirps in. "Dude, relax. I'm sure this is innocent. And Captain Garcia said that they've been on one date." Kendall reminded.
Yeah, one date too many.
"Besides, maybe now you can slowly analyse the situation. Think about it James. He's from another country. He has another life. He lied to you when the two of you met and he's dating a guy a month and a half after spending the night with you. Are you sure you want to make this guy your partner?"
I turned to Kendall, fury pouring from my eyes. Am I sure? Of course I'm sure. I know everything about him. I know his whole damn history; when he was born, where he was born, when he lost his first tooth, the first time he went to the doctor's, the time when he won the Science Fair, the day he graduated. I know everything about his life. What I don't know are those little idiosyncrasies that he has. I know I want to hug him and kiss him until all the pain he's ever suffered has gone away. I want to be there for him. I want to be his Prince Charming.
"Don't. You. Ever. Say. Anything bad about him." I warned. I don't care that he's only trying to look out for me. I don't care that he's trying to make me think rationally. I can't. When it comes to Logan I can't.
I fell for him at first sight.
Logan's POV
My stomach ached as it forcibly emptied itself into the toilet bowl. My oesophagus burned with the remnants of acid and bile. I don't know what wrong with me, lately. I know it's not stress and I know I've been eating better, not as well as before I met James, but better. Jett really helps when it comes to the food part of our relationship.
I'm in the bathroom of the bar, its empty, expect for me. I feel so drained. I haven't even eaten anything. But every time I smell something or try and eat somethinsg, I'm already half way to the bathroom. If this continues, I'm not going to have any energy to study.
"Hey." Camille says, as she gently pats my back, rubbing soothing circles, making me feel little better.
"Hi." I grunt, my head resting on the toilet bowl. The coolness makes me feel so, so, so much better. I could fall asleep like this.
I know I probably have when Cam starts to shake me a little. "Logie. I think you should go home." She suggests.
"B-B-Bu…work." I manage to get out.
She sighs. "I asked Uncle Eric, he told me to take you home." She said, gently lifting weight from the dirty bathroom floors onto her shoulders. She's stronger than she looks and I'm lighter that I want to admit.
"Okay."
I don't know what's wrong with me. I did this with Jett the third time he took me for a late night snack. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen the guy in board daylight. We were eating jelly filled doughnuts; they were really good, well the bits that I didn't throw up were. He tried to get me some water, but I smelled his cologne and I started all over again. It happened the next day, when I got up, I didn't even go to school that day, and then all of a sudden I felt fine. But the crappy thing is that because I'm not eating right, I don't seem to have energy for anything. According to my symptoms, it might just be a stomach flu…but I've been feeling like this for a few weeks. I don't want to think about the other possibility. I actually won't let myself think of it…mostly because it would be a cruel joke.
How do you expect me to bare the child of the man who left me after he got what he wanted? The same man who made me fall in love with him? How do you expect me to have this child without seeing his father in every move the baby makes? I wouldn't want that pain on anyone. I can't have a baby knowing that at the end of the day all I'll see is betrayal and self loathing. I'm not that much of a saint.
Camille managed to get me out of the back door, while simultaneously unlocking the car door. I barely have enough energy to walk. This is not fun. I'm actually hoping his a tumour. A stomach would be perfect, but the tumour would explain everything else; migraines, lack of sleep, cravings, almost fainting and the low blood pressure. I am a med student; I do know how to take my own blood pressure. I know all those symptoms could be explained by pregnancy, but I don't want that. I just don't, I don't want a reminder of him. Almost two months and I still see him in my dreams.
I see him holding me, telling me he loved me and when I go to tell him I love him back. He vanishes.
In my dreams, he's all talk. He doesn't want me.
He doesn't.
"Logan." I heard Camille call out. My head was leaned back against the seat, while my body slowly rocked with the steady motion of her SUV. I found myself strapped in and that we were already half way home, except, she didn't turn to the right of the intersection at the round about and went the complete opposite direction.
"Aren't we going home?" I inquired, meagrely, I could feel the soreness radiate from my throat.
She kept her small hands on the wheel, looking at the road, only turning a little to reassure me with a half smile. "I'm taking you to the doctor's, hon." She explained.
"But I'm fine." I argue, the way I sound, and people would think that I was about to die.
"Yeah, right. I hear you every morning when you are emptying your guts and you almost fainted two days ago. I'm taking you and don't argue with me." She had her mom tone, and I didn't have the strength to argue, anyway.
"Uh…" Like I said, I didn't have the strength to argue. I turned towards the window and closed my eyes, hoping that if this was a nightmare, someone would just wake me up.
I don't regret being with James.
I regret the agreement.
The next time I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. I don't remember being moved or carried or changed, but I did feel better. The heart machines were beeping beside my bed, I was hooked up to saline solution. Camille was on her phone on the other side of my bed.
Awe, she didn't leave.
"Cam?" I called out.
She quickly put her phone away and focused all her attention on me. "Oh my gosh! Logan!" She said, rushing closer to my side. "You didn't wake up when I brought you in and you weren't responding to the doctors. They made you take a bunch of tests and they won't tell me anything! Even when I lied and told then you were my brother!" She was frantic, panicked, everything I'm feeling, but not showing.
"How long?"
"You've been here for a few hours." She explained.
"You stayed?"
"Of course, silly. You're my best friend."
"Really?"
She made a fake gasping noise that was overly animated. She was fake hurt. "Don't question my feelings Logan Hortense Mitchel!"
I chuckled at the use of my full name. I've haven't heard that since my parents…Happy thoughts. "Can I talk to the doctor?" I asked.
"Sure. I'll press that button thing." She learned over and pressed the buzzer for the nurse. And soon after a woman in floral scrubs, with greying hair at the roots, but with gorgeous fiery red hair came in. She looked tired, but a wore a smile to mask her fatigue.
She smiled and looked over at me. "Hi honey, I'm Jennifer." She greeted.
"Hi." I said meekly. "Do you happen to know what's wrong with me?" IF they aren't telling Camille anything, it might be cancer or male pregnancy.
"Honey." Jennifer started. "I'll just go get the doctor." She said, after writing down all my stats. When she rushed off, Camille looked at me, dread in her eyes.
"You're going to be okay, right?" She asked.
"I don't know."
"But you're a med student, you must know what your symptoms indicate, right?!" She exclaimed. It was sweet that she was so worried, after a year of being BFFs, I guess I'm just not used to having friends. Eighteen years of being a loner does things to a person.
"I don't know." I said, defeated.
"Don't lie to me." He warned.
I sighed. I hate that she knew me so well. "I don't want to make assumptions, before getting a definite result. I'm not jinxing it."
"Urgh! Logan!" She said, frustrated.
"Hi?" said a third voice.
Both Camille and I stopped talking and turned to see a young man in a white lab coat. He was in dark navy scrubs and looked less tired than the nurse, but he's young, he's probably good at hiding. He had sandy blonde hair and from what I could tell greenish eyes. He had a tall build, and even through his scrubs I could tell that he works out. He had a nice face.
"Hi." He said again. "Logan, I'm your doctor; Dak Zevon." He greeted.
"Hi." Camille said, way ahead of me, extending her hand out in a flirty gesture. I rolled my eyes at her. "I'm Camille, his sister." I rolled my eyes again. She was giving him her best flirty eyes, and her most dazzling smile. She subtly tucked her hair behind her left ear, while she sore made her look a lot more feminine.
"Umm, hi?" He said; a little scared at her forwardness. I would have laughed, if I didn't know that Cam would probably kill me afterwards.
"So what's wrong with me?" I asked.
"Oh right! Um is it okay if I talk to Logan alone?" He asked, looking at Camille. He had an overly exaggerated sad face and turned to leave. Telling me that if I needed anything, she'd be right outside. "So, Logan." He started.
"Yeah?"
"I know this might sound crazy, bu-"
I cut him off. "Is it a tumour?"
"No."
"Stomach flu?"
"No."
"I'm pregnant." Not even a question.
"Yes." He looked surprised that I knew.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, we've done all the tests three times. There's an ultrasound machine right there, I want to check." He said, moving to the side of the room with all the EKGs and heart machines. "How did you know you were pregnant? I mean…I know it's not impossible, but it is very rare and the statistics are like one in nine hundred thousand and even then men never know they are able to have children."
That's a funny story. "It's complicated. I'll tell you one day, but let's just say when I was younger, I got hurt, and went to get a CT scan and they found out that I was able to have children." I explained. "My parents were trilled to say the least." I wasn't joking. Even then I know that I had a stronger attraction to boys than I had to girls. My parents knew before me, they were always saying how they'd love me no matter who I fell in love with, no matter what I did for a living. I was their baby boy and the loved me. I really miss them.
He chuckled. I'm sure he didn't understand why my parents had be so trilled at that time, but he didn't ask. He moved the machine closer to the bed and asked me to lie down. He lifted my shirt, exposing my pale belly. Then he squeezed cold blue gel onto my stomach, I don't even know where he got it. He turned on the machine, letting it warm up and then started spreading the coldness over my stomach. I winced as the rest of my warm body came into contact with the cold gel.
"Sorry, I know it's a little cold."
"Yeah." I replied.
He looked at the screen, while moving the handle around my stomach. "Now, I see, yep! The test results were right! There's your baby!" He cheered.
I didn't want to look. I didn't. But if I got an abortion…I don't think I could look mom and dad in the eyes in the after life. If I had this baby, I know that wouldn't be able to let it go. It's only a little dot. It's only two months old. It hasn't even developed a heart yet. It's so small. It's so harmless, then why am I so scared to look at it.
Dak noticed that I wasn't looking at the screen, so he printed a picture and turned off the machine. " I know you might be surprised and I don't know your situation, but you should at least see what's growing inside you." He said and put the picture on the side table. "We are going to keep you here for the day, you can go home tomorrow." He said and let.
He put the picture of the side that I was face. I saw the black and white outline of my stomach, I didn't see anything else. I didn't want to.
Cam came back in, saying bye to the doctor. "He said, you had to stay the night. What'd he say was wrong?" She asked.
With my eyes, I pointed towards the picture. She took the hint and picked it up.
"NO." She said in disbelief. I nodded, letting her know it was true. "Your going to be a dad!" He said shocked. "Do you know who the fath- OMG it's James!" She all but yelled.
I nodded, a tear leaving the corner of my eye. "I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do. I can't even look at the picture."
"Honey." She said empathically. She came over and covered my body with her small one. She held me to her chest as I slowly broke down into an avalanche of tears, grasping and whinging every second. I clung to her for dear life. "It's okay. Shh. It's okay." She soothed. She let me cry my heart out. I needed. She placed herself on the side of the bed, sat there soothing, her arms wrapped tightly around me in a hug, hoping to comfort me. I know my body rocked back and forth, my cheeks stained with the endless stream of tears from my glossy eyes, enduring the emotional pain that continued to engulf me.
How do I raise this baby? How?
With one last cry, my sobs stopped. I left numb again, my body still shook with agony, but I stopped crying. The endless tears restrained themselves from falling. I looked up at Camille, she kept saying everything would be okay. It would be, right? At least she was here. I have her. Everything might be okay. Please let everything be okay.
"Can I see my baby?"
No POV
Captain Garcia took his job seriously, very seriously. He knew his task and knew his mission. He didn't take anything lightly. That's why he's the best.
It's because he's the best that he dressed as a doctor, roaming the halls to find Logan's hospital records. He might have found almost everything about the boy, he didn't know why he was in the hospital, but from the past few weeks he saw the boy become weaker, paler, more fatigued. It was almost heart breaking. Captain Garcia felt a sort of remorse for the boy.
He knew that if the Prince wanted to keep tabs on his, then the boy must b important, so it was obvious that it was also in his duty to protect this young boy. And so far, he'd tried.
He had managed to get a hold of Logan's charts, pretending to be analyze them. He was in the nurses' station, so it was risky to just take the whole file, so he took it to the nearest room, that was in a clear view from the station. He closed the clear glass door and, turning his back from to the other people.
He opened the file and started taking pictures of it with his camera. He knew that every bit of information was important and it was crucial that he had all the information. When he got to the last page, he saw something he wasn't expecting.
Logan Hortense Mitchell, 7 weeks pregnant.
7 weeks. 7 weeks ago the First and Second Prince were here. Then, that means…
And that's when he found that he had the most valuable information in the world. And knew that his duty just grew larger. Because he now knew that that baby was no ordinary baby, no, it was the next heir to the Kingdom of Roccque.
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