Logan was carrying on into his third trimester when the call came. He had been out about town buying baby class in "uniform" and without his phone (having it ring could possibly blow his cover, so it just stayed home when he went out). So far the media was completely ignorant to the male pregnancy and they preferred the keep it that way. Gustavo's plan was to have them at least come out of the closet once the babies were born, but say they had a surrogate mother. With some extra wardrobe consideration and a little help from Mr. Photoshop, they hoped they would keep Logan's bizarre baby anomaly under wraps.
But until then, there was another cover that was blown. Logan actually wasn't trying to keep it a secret, but he had been scared to tell her. Upon his return to 2J, arms full of bulky bags from various baby apparel stores, Logan saw that he had a voicemail on his phone. It was from his mother.
"LOGAN! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS?! THIRD TRIMESTER?! YOU'RE…GAY?! HOW LONG DID YOU EXPECT TO KEEP THIS A SECRET?!"
He put the cellphone down on the table and grimaced. Kendall looked over at him. "What's up?" He was going through their purchases, divided boy stuff from girl stuff. Carlos snuck into the living room and peered over the clothes.
"My mom," Logan said quietly. He looked like he was going to die.
"What about her?" Kendall asked.
"I haven't told her."
"What?! Why not?!" The blond put a one-sie down on the kitchen counter and glared at his partner. "Why the fuck not?"
"It's a lot to deal with!" Logan shouted. His face grew red. "She doesn't even know I'm gay. Well, he didn't know. It's a crazy thing to tell anybody, let alone my mom. My mom."
"For fuck's sake, Logie. Give her a call and apologize." Kendall rolled his eyes.
"You McFucked Up, man," Carlos chimed in, but Kendall wasn't very happy about that. He shot him an angry glare and Carlos hid behind a Baby Gap bag.
"I am, I am, just shhhh," Logan groaned. He picked his cellphone up again, hands shaking, and dialed out. "Shhhh," he said once more.
"Logan,"
"Ummm. Hi, mom."
"What is this all about? Are you eating right?"
"Yeah, of course I am."
"When did you plan on telling me this? You're…you're pregnant?"
"Uh huh. It's true."
"Of course it's true. Kendall's mother told me. We were on the phone the other day, and she just randomly mentions how we're going to be grandmothers. Grandmothers!? That was the first I'd heard of this! And if it wasn't for Jennifer, I'd think it was some sick joke. Some sick, sick joke."
Logan held the phone with a sweaty, nervous hand. Having his mother nag him was no big deal, but this was a bit more than nagging.
"I'm flying out to see you tomorrow," Mama Mitchell continued. "So be ready. I have to make sure that it's a good environment for the children. Triplets, Logan, triplets!"
"Yeah I know, mom."
"What are you naming them? Are you using your grandfather's name? There's one boy, correct?"
"He's going to be Kendall Junior," Logan said plainly. Mrs. Mitchell was asking way too many questions. Logan put his free hand on his tummy, which was very large by now, and patted it gently.
"Kendall. Kendall…I knew there was nothing good to come out of that boy," his mother continued. Kendall, overhearing the phone call, looked to Carlos and made a chatting mouth with his hand, rolling his eyes upward.
"Mom, I love him."
"Of course you love him, you're pregnant."
"What do you mean?"
"You always love the father when you're pregnant. Your body makes you. I loved your father when I was pregnant with you, and we all know how that ended."
"Mom! Stop it. Don't say that. Don't say I'll split up with Kendall. I do love him!"
"Enough," Mrs. Mitchell snapped. "My plane arrives at 6:25 tomorrow evening. Jennifer is going to pick me up. I'll see you then."
"O-okay. Bye mom," Logan wearily said farewell but she didn't answer and just hung up. He tossed his phone on the counter and slumped his back.
"Heeeey don't do that," Kendall said, running to his side. He put his arms around Logan and held his back up straight. "It's nothing new that your mom is sassing your ass. C'mon. She'll be happy to have grandkids."
"Baaaaah," Logan groaned. He looked up at Kendall with tired, tired eyes. "I want 'em out of me already."
"They will, they will. Let's just enjoy the time we have left as a childless couple, okay? C'mon. Is your bra fitting okay?"
"Yeah it's cool. Let's put this shit away." Logan adjusted the bra that was under his shirt and took Kendall's hand. They carried the baby clothes off to their future room, formerly Logan's. Carlos stared as they walked away.
"What's up?" James called out. He popped up behind Carlos's shoulder.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Carlos screamed. "Where'd you come from!?"
"Around," James said very cute and casually. "Whatcha starin' for?"
Carlos brought his voice down to a whisper. "Logan's wearing a bra!"
"I know."
"A braaaaa? That means he has boooooobs!"
"I know," James said. He looked at Carlos and couldn't help but laugh. There was this look of amazement on his face, as if going on wild fantasies, trying to figure out what Logan boobs would be. "But they aren't that big. I didn't even notice!"
"They're milky," James said. "He wears the bra to stop the milk from oozing."
"Oh man. Ooh man! I gotta see that!" Carlos started down the hall with a giddy grin, but before he had the chance to get very far at all, James grabbed the back of his collar. "NO! STOP IT!" he yelled, pulling Carlos to his chest. He leaned down to his hear and whispered, "Logan is property of The Kendall now. He's forgiven us for nailing him before, but if we even so much as try anything like that again, he'll kill us."
"But…but…boobs! Logan and boobs! Logan and milk and boobs!" Carlos stuttered.
"KILL US!"
The Latino frowned. He sighed. He rolled then closed his eyes. What were lactating boobs like anyway? He wasn't even sure how it looked on a woman. Oh, but Google would know the answer to that!
"Logan's boobs, huh?" a voice asked. James and Carlos turned in its general direction and found none other than Katie standing there. She was chewing gum and acting oddly cool.
"Yeah, Logan's boobs!" Carlos cheered.
"What do you know about Logan's boobs?" James asked skeptically.
"You wanna see them, huh?" Katie asked.
"Yes!" Carlos cheered once again. His face lit up.
"I can get you to see them. But it'll cost you."
"How much?!" Carlos excitedly took out his wallet and began to pull bills. James grabbed him firmly by the wrist and stopped him from being an idiot. Well, he tried to stop him from being an idiot.
"Katie, what the heeee-ck are you talking about?" James asked sternly.
"You guys want to see Logan's boobs, but you can't let them know, right?" Carlos nodded aggressively, still trying to get money out of his wallet. "I know a way that you can do that."
"Come on, James. Be cool. Don't you want to see, too? Don't you want to see Logan's fat tits dripping milk?"
"That's messed out. Don't talk like that around Katie."
"Oh don't worry, I can handle it," Katie said arrogantly. "So what do you say?"
James sighed real loud, staring at Carlos's desperate grin. "Okay," he agreed. "Let's see what you got."
Katie took them outside the apartment and just down the hallway to a janitor's closet.
"We can't go in here!" Carlos hissed.
"Sure we can," said Katie. She held out a big key ring like a prize and unlocked the door. James was beginning to get excited now, too.
They went into the closet and Katie pointed out a ladder in the corner. It ran up to a vent.
"Ahh," James said. "The good ol' air duct."
"Yup!" Katie said. Carlos and James went to climb up, but she stopped them. "The toll," she insisted.
"Right, right. How much?" James asked.
"$5 each."
"Oh, not bad. Not bad." Carlos nodded and smiled at James. "Ummmmm can I, well…"
"You don't have enough, do you?" James asked blankly. Carlos made a puppy dog face. "Here, Katie." He handed her a $10 note from his wallet, which she took with a big cheeky grin and stuffed into her back pocket. "Right this way, ladies," she said, pointing to the ladder. "If you'll just climb up and enter the vent, there are directions I've taken the liberty of marking on the corners."
Carlos went first, then James and finally Katie. They climbed up to the top of the ladder and struggled to get through the entrance of the air ducts. They were familiar with the system of the Palm Woods, but this was a branch that neither of them had been in before. As soon as they went inside, there were three paths. Just as Katie said, little arrows written in a Sharpie marker directed to the rooms. The arrow on the left said 2J, so of course they went that way. The boys and girl trampled down the air duct, doing their best to be quiet the whole way. When they got to the next intersection, there was an arrow pointing to each of the bedrooms. James pointed at the one that read, "JAMES!" and remarked, "Oooo, best view in the house!"
"Keep moving," Katie said hurriedly. She pushed James's legs to make him go further. They went down the one marked "Kendall" and pressed up against the vent.
"Do you think they're going at it?" Carlos whispered.
"Probably," Katie said. "Logan is crazy horny all the time."
"Katie," James hissed. "How do you know words like that?"
"Jeez, come on, James. I'm not a little baby."
"Wait-wait-wait! Look!" Carlos said, pointing at the vent. James plastered his face against it, squished up to Carlos and saw Logan and Kendall in the bedroom.
"Katie, don't look. It's your brother," James whispered. He pressed his back against Carlos's chest and kept spying on his friends.
Kendall was standing behind Logan with his arms around his stomach. His hands touched the protruding belly as he smiled, pleased as punch. Logan rolled his head back to Kendall and kissed him. They stood in the middle of the room and made out for a while.
"Oh man," Carlos whispered. "They look so fucking hot."
"Shhh!" James hissed. The Latino looked embarrassed at James, but then he turned back to the vent. "Touch his booooobs," Carlos whispered.
Now the blond pulled Logan to the bed and laid him down on his back. "Doctor Shelling says we can't have sex until after they're born," Logan said. Carlos and James exchanged a funny look.
"That's okay," said Kendall. "We can do other stuff, right?"
"Uh huh."
Kendall got down on his knees and pressed his lips against Logan's stomach. He lifted his shirt and ran his fingers around the sides of the big tummy. Logan giggled.
"Dude stop," Carlos whispered. He prodded James in the shoulder.
"What?!"
"Stop pushing your ass into my dick."
"Well stop touching my dick!" James hissed.
"I'm not touching your dick!"
James stared at Carlos with an angry brow. "I'm not!" Carlos insisted. They stared a little more, but then James looked back at Katie. "What?!" she barked.
"Nothin'." James shook his head and glared at Carlos again. "Stop touching my dick."
Then they looked back at the vent. Kendall took the bottom of Logan's shirt and slowly pulled it up to his neck. Carlos watched with his mouth hanging open, practically drooling. James was intrigued, too. Kendall exposed Logan's tits, finally. They were small, barely A cups, but the areolas were big and dark. Kendall's fingers ran around the nipple of one and squeezed. Beads of milk dripped out and then sprayed.
"Oh man," Carlos groaned. "Oh man!"
"Damn," James couldn't help but be amazed and turned on. "That's pretty hot."
Kendall wrapped his tongue around the nipple and sucked on it. Logan let out a tense little moan.
"Dude! Stop touching my dick!" James barked.
"Stop yelling!" Katie hissed. "They'll hear you if you aren't quiet enough!"
"Carlos keeps touching my dick."
"I'm not! I'm not touching your dick!"
"Guys, stop!" Katie snapped. "The tour is oven. Get out. Come on!" She grabbed both of the boys by their feet and pulled them backwards.
"But the titties!" Carlos whined.
As they were dragged out backwards, James happened to catch a glimpse down the tunnel that went to his room.
"Katie!" James yelled.
"Time's up! Gotta get out of here!" Katie said quickly. She looked a little panicked. Her hands pulled the boys until they got back to the entrance to the air ducts. She climbed out and went down the ladder. James came down quickly, brushed the dust off of him and glared at Katie with his arms folded.
"Katie!" he snapped once more. Carlos jumped off of the ladder and stood next to James. "We were so close!" he groaned, but James was fixated angrily on Katie.
"What's the problem?" Kendall's sister asked, trying to remain cool.
"Why is there is a video camera hooked up to my vent?" James asked curtly.
"Um, black mail reasons," said Katie. She slowly backed up towards the door of the janitor closet. James leered at her as she left. Now alone together in the closet, Carlos looked up at James with a confused expression. "What's up?" he asked.
"Katie has a camera hooked up to my vent! She's watching me undress! That little perv!"
"Well, it's flattering you know."
"Hmmmm that's true. But it's Kendall sister! His little sister! What's she doing being such a damn peeper?"
Carlos shrugged. "Anyways," he said. "I kinda want to see more of Logan's boobs. But I guess I'll survive. Catch ya later, huh?"
"Riiight," James sighed.
Carlos ran out into the hallway to try and catch up with Katie. She was just heading back into apartment 2J.
"Katie! Wait up!"
"Huh?" the girl turned around with a swoosh. "What?"
"You have cameras on James's room?"
Katie flushed bright red. Her hands pressed together nervously. In general, this was not the type of behavior she exhibited, but being caught outright like this brought it into daylight. "M-maybe," she mumbled.
"Can I see?"
"Oh. What, you wanna watch him get undressed and stuff?"
Carlos nodded.
"Ummm, sure," Katie said. "Yeah, okay. I'll burn you a disc of the footage."
"Sweet! But don't tell him, okay?"
"I promise! No worries." They both went back inside the apartment and separated. On his way to his bedroom, Carlos ran into Mama Knight in the hallway.
"What were you doing?" she asks.
"What was who doing?"
"You, James and Katie. Why did you leave like that?" Mama Knight's eyes narrow.
"I dunno. Just hanging out and stuff. We're getting ready for big changes too, ya know."
"Ohh, I know. Wow. It's going to be crazy in here, huh? I hope Kendall and Logan can manage it."
"I bet they can!" Carlos said enthusiastically. "They're the two smartest pals I got! If anybody can figure out babies and junk, it'll be them."
"Heh, that's true. Ah, yeah, Kendall is something else. Oh, also if you didn't know, Logan's mother is coming to visit tomorrow."
"Yup, I heard."
"So I need you all on your best behavior. No sneaking around. No funny business. And try not to curse too much, okay?"
"Jeeeez, Mama Knight!" Carlos yelped. "You'd think it was your mom coming. I know how to act around Mama Mitchell. No worries!"
"Okay, good." Mrs. Knight leaned closer to Carlos. "Could you tell Kendall and Logan to not have such loud sex?" she whispered tensely.
"Sure," Carlos peeped.
"I don't want to confront Kendall on it, but, well, it's too loud."