"Call an ambulance," Logan groaned, holding his stomach.

"Are you sure?" Kendall asked. His hands were shaking as he hugged Logan close.

"Yes, yes please. Please. Kindall. Call an ambulance."

Kendall dialed for 9-11. Everyone else in the apartment woke up to see what the noise was about, and when Mama Knight came into the bathroom she screamed. Kendall had sat Logan up and was cleaning the blood with a towel.

"W-what's going on?" Mrs. Knight asked, shaking.

"Mom, please help," Kendall begged. "An ambulance is coming. Help me get him ready."

Mrs. Knight nodded and grabbed another towel from the rack. They wiped off his butt and got his pants back on. Logan groaned and cried, holding his stomach.

"What hurts, honey?" Mrs. Knight asked.

"My stomach," said Logan. "Like the worst gas pains I've ever had. Oooof."

"Let's stand up, okay? Real slow," Kendall's mother hooked Logan's arm over her shoulders and Kendall did the same. On the count of three, they lifted Logan to his feet. He cried out and screamed in pain.

"Are you okay?" Kendall asked.

"I guess. Owww. Ohh, Kindall…ahh…what's wrong…"

They carefully carried him out of the apartment and downstairs. Luckily it was late enough that nobody was around. The unfortunate thing was that they would blow Logan's cover by revealing him to the hospital. His doctors had been good and respectful about the secrecy, but going to the ER now would likely change that.

The ambulance rolled up and parked in the fire lane. Mrs. Knight and Kendall, still propping Logan up by the arms, carried outside and met up with the EMTs. They got him on a gurney and started a journey which seemed endless.

Logan woke up in a hospital bed. Kendall and Mrs. Knight were standing near the doorway and talking to a nurse. Logan grumbled and yawned, and immediately Kendall flipped around and ran up to him.

"How do you feel?" Kendall asked, taking his hand.

"I'm okay," Logan said. He touched his stomach, which was still large but feeling alright. "What happened? Are the babies okay?"

"Yeah," Kendall said. "They're fine."

The nurse walked to both of them with a clipboard. "Mr. Mitchell?" she said.

"What happened?"

"Well, it's hard to really figure out what's going on inside of you. Um, but there has been some hemorrhaging. The fetuses inside you are fine, but, well, we're waiting to hear from your OB."

"They're okay?" Logan asked again. He put his hands onto his stomach and smiled nervously.

"They're fine."

"When do I go home?"

"Once Doctor Shelling gets here and looks you over, we'll probably be able to let you go."

"Thanks."

The nurse smiled at Kendall weakly and walked out of the room. Mrs. Knight came up to the bed and patted Logan's hand. "You're going to be fine," she reassured him.

"Sure?" Logan asked.

"Uh huh," Kendall added. "You heard what she said."

Logan looked down at his belly and smiled. "Kendall Junior, hang in there," he whispered.

Not too long later, Logan's OBGYN showed up. She walked into the room with the nurse from earlier talking to here.

"Hi there Mr. Mitchell," Doctor Shelling said as she walking in, waving awkwardly. "How are you doing?"

"Okay I guess. It's been so traumatic though. What was all that pain, and blood?"

"Your stomach is having trouble with the fetuses," the doctor took a seat on a small plastic chair next to the hospital bed. "It's not actual babies, though. The amniocentesis shows no abnormalities. I think any problems are associated with your body and not the fetuses."

"What do you mean?" Logan asked. His forehead wrinkled up. "Is my body not…"

"You could say that it's angry with the babies," the doctor said.

"Wait, angry?" Kendall interrupted. "Is his body going to make it? Can he handle them?"

"To be honest? I don't know," Doctor Shelling admitted. "So we need to really keep a close eye on you. Any more pain and we need to look inside. Until then, carry on and let's hope everything is okay."

"Is it because of the sex?" Kendall asked. Mama Knight grimaced. "Sorry, mom."

"It's okay…" she sighed.

"That's not a problem," the doctor said.

"So we can keep doing it?"

"Yes, of course."

"Good," Kendall sighed. He looked at his mom and apologized again. "It happens," Mama Knight said. Now the doctor put her hands on her hips and smiled. "You'll get used to it," she said, looking right at Kendall's mother. "There's good news, though."

"Oh?" Kendall and Logan asked simultaneously.

"Well, since we did that amniocentesis, we could test for the father."

"Oh?! And?!"

Doctor Shelling smiled with her eyes shut. "I think Kendall Junior is a very appropriate name."

Mama Knight clapped her hands to her face. "I'm going to be a grandma," she gasped. Kendall almost fainted. "I'm…"

"A daddy!" the doctor said. She reached over and patted Kendall on the hand. "Now take good care of Mr. Mitchell, alright? He needs plenty of bed rest and lots of food and water."

"I'm better at taking care of my health than Kendall is," Logan said. "No offense. But, well, it's true."

"I won't argue with that," Kendall laughed. "Oh, my God." He touched Logan's stomach and smiled. "I'm going to be a daddy. No shit."

They came home and Logan went back to sleep. Mama Knight took the liberty of informing James and Carlos about the DNA testing and how Logan's trip to the hospital went. They were both relieved and happy to know that Kendall was the father. "I'm not ready for that," Carlos said.

"Yeah, but you're gonna think twice about not using a condom, huh?" James snarked. Carlos nodded furiously.

"Well, good news is that it's all going to work out," said Mama Knight. "Going to be weird having babies around the house. You guys need to be good and help out a lot, okay? But don't get in the way." Carlos and James nodded.

Meanwhile in Kendall's bedroom, the atmosphere was a bit more grey. They were both very happy about the good news, but Logan was worried about the not-so-good news. He curled up in bed with Kendall wearing a worried look.

"It's my fault," Logan said quietly, laying on Kendall's chest.

"What is?"

"The bleeding. I wished them away and now they're having problems."

"That's silly. Logie, you know you want them," Kendall said. He petted the back of his head.

"I'm scared."

"It's gonna be alright," Kendall reassured him. "The doctor said you'll be alright. You know what you need?"

"What…"

Kendall placed Logan onto his back and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him bare. He ran his fingers across the pregnant belly with care. They were so happy to know that the babies were safe. All three of them. Kendall kissed the center of Logan's stomach and inhaled his scent. It was such a beautiful, unusual bulge.

"I'm a freak," Logan whispered.

"Nu uh." Kendall looked up at him and smiled. "You're amazing. It's sexy, different, God I love it. I love how our children are in here. Our. Children."

Logan giggled with embarrassment. He bit down on his lower lip.

"What's wrong?" Kendall asked.

"It's scary," Logan admitted.

"What?"

"Parenthood."

"Most people go through it at some point."

"But not like this." Logan sat up and pulled his knees up the best he could. Kendall got up as well and held both of his hands. He hated to see Logan so distressed.

"Baby," Kendall whispered. He squeezed his fingers. "Everything's going to be okay. We're gonna have a great family and our friends will help; my mom will help. Everything will be great."

Tears started to form in Logan's eyes. "Whyyy? Why? Don't cry," Kendall coaxed. He hugged Logan real tight now. "Try to relax. Not worry about these things."

"I d-dunno what to do," Logan sniffed. "I dunno what to do."

"Just relax, baby."

Kendall laid Logan back down now. He put him on his back and stroked his body all over. This was Kendall's way of trying to get him to relax. He leaned over and put small kisses on his chest. Now his fingers ran over to each nipple.

"How are your tits?" Kendall asked in a soft voice.

"My tits? Heh…I dunno."

"They look bigger. They're getting big."

"No they aren't," Logan protested. He looked down and saw that his nipples were pretty puffy. Not even an A cup, but there was some bumpage. Kendall pinched down on them and streams of milk ran out. Logan gasped and cried out in pleasure. His back arched as Kendall milked him. He pulled, twisted, and then took his lips over one of them and sucked out some milk. He closed his eyes and moaned against the firm nipple. Now Logan felt better. The relaxant hormones began to surge through his body.

"K-Kindall," Logan moaned. "Milk me."

Kendall sucked harder on the nipple and drained it dry. Then he moved to the other and did the same. Logan cried out in deep pleasure. The sensation was so amazing and erotic. Feeling Kendall milking him like a bitch was so arousing. He felt helplessly sexy.

"Want me to fuck you?" Kendall asked.

"I dunno. Might not be a very good idea after the hemorrhaging."

"Yeah, true. What do you want?"

"Ummmm. I don't know."

"How about I blow you?" Kendall grinned real big after his question, but Logan just blushed coyly. He didn't answer but Kendall knew. He slid back down across Logan's tummy and to his crotch. He whipped out the throbbing boner and popped it inside his mouth. Logan let out a loud scream. Kendall sucked hard on the head, licking across the top and slurping any precum that oozed out. The pregnant guy's hands ran down his own body until they found Kendall's head, where he ran his fingers through his messy blond hair. Kendall couldn't help but moan a little bit as he pleasured his boyfriend so intensely. His fingers curled around the base of the penis and began to jerk it off, while his still sucked and licked the head.

"Ohhh, ohh Kindall," Logan moaned. His head rolled back wildly, crying out in pleasure. It was very satisfying. Kendall worked his mouth on his cock with such fervor that he was soon going to cum. Logan arched his back more. Kendall smiled with the penis in his mouth and let his left hand explore the bulbous tummy. It wasn't just a sex act. It was love. It was love when Kendall made Logan orgasm. It was love when he touched his stomach, dreaming of the babies inside. There was a strange connection between the two of them and now they were certain that the children were theirs. They were experiencing a different kind of love.