I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.

A/N: I imagine Gina Rodriguez as Sofia Kinney.

November 20th, 2018

Today's the day. The day I'm going to die. I know it's going to happen, there's no way around it, not with what I've gotten myself into. I lay in my bed for the last time, looking up at the ceiling while rubbing my extended belly. When I first found out that the implantation had worked, and that I was pregnant, I was disgusted. I had never wanted to have kids, especially after my husband, John, died. But now that I've been pregnant for nearly nine months, and have carried her around inside me, I've grown attached to her. And I'm sad that I won't get to live to see her grow up; because I know that Transigen won't let me live after she's born.

I climb out of bed and into the shower. The hot water sooths my nerves a little bit. But it's hard to slow down my heartbeat when I know that I will meet my fate in less than a few hours. I wash my hair and caress my stomach. I look down at it, feeling sad that I won't get to meet my daughter. Tears form in my eyes and I truly allow myself to cry for the first time since this pregnancy started. I allow myself to feel sad that my daughter will grow up without a mother or father, and be forced to fight and kill people. That she won't have a normal childhood. And I miss her already, even though she's still a part of me.

When I'm finished in the shower, I get dressed in comfortable clothing and stand in front of the mirror. Will my daughter have my brown skin? Will she have my dark hair and eyes? How much will she look like her father? How much of her personality will be inherited from me and her father? And what will her name be? Knowing Transigen, they won't give her a proper name and she'll be known as X-23.

A knock on my door momentarily distracts me, as I go to open it. On the other side of the door is Gabriela, a good friend of mine. A sad look is on her face, as she knows what day it is. I'm two weeks past my due date, and so Transigen scheduled for me to have a cesarean section to get the baby out. Tears form in Gabriela's eyes and she moves to give me a hug. When we pull back, she nods to me.

"It's time to start getting ready," she tells me sadly. I nod.

"I know," I say.

"Are you sure you don't want to make any calls to your family? To John's family?" I shake my head.

"I'm sure. I don't want them to get suspicious and put their lives in danger by looking into Transigen. It's better if they think I committed suicide. That way they'll leave well enough alone and be safe. And John's family is all the way in Canada, they wouldn't be able to do anything for me. And I don't want them to worry, especially after losing John last year."

"Okay," Gaby says slowly. She sees the scared expression on my face and gestures to my bed. "Sit down for a minute." I do as she says, and she holds my hand and helps me do breathing exercises to calm down. "Do you know what you want to name her?" Gaby is clearly trying to distract me for as long as possible. I laugh without humor.

"Do you really think Transigen will allow me to give her a name? To them she'll just be a tool, a soldier. They won't allow her to have a proper name, she'll barely be a person to them." Gaby shakes her head.

"I promise you, Sofia, if you give your daughter a name, I'll make sure she knows what it is and answers to it." I love my best friend, I really do, and I'm not sure if she can really pull it off, but I have to believe that she can. "So?" She urges me to go on.

"Well, I've been thinking about it for a long time. Even though I wasn't sure if she'd have the name I picked out for her, but… I really like the name Laura." Gaby raises her eyebrows.

"Laura?" she asks. I nod.

"John once told me about a Canadian woman named Laura Secord, who lived in the nineteenth century. Apparently, she walked twenty miles in 1812 out of American territory to warn the British of an impending American attack. And I feel that she was strong and determined, to walk twenty miles to warn the British. I want my daughter to be that strong and determined when she gets older. And so maybe if I name her Laura, she'll accomplish great things, too." Gaby smiles at me.

"Sofi, Laura is a beautiful name. Any ideas on a middle name?"

"I was thinking Cristine, after my mom."

"So… Laura Cristine Kinney. I like it." I nod and look down at my hands. Then something comes over me, and I grab Gaby's hands and hold them tightly.

"Gaby, you have to promise me something." She looks a little taken aback, but nods.

"Anything."

"I won't be here to look after Laura. I won't be able to keep her safe. So please, look after her for me. Treat her as if she were your own, okay? Don't let anything bad happen to her. And if anything happens and it's not safe for her to live here anymore, promise me you'll find him, and take her to him." I don't say his name, but Gaby knows who I'm talking about. "He's the only one who can truly protect her." Gaby looks hesitant, but I grip her hand tighter. "Promise me, Gabriela." She hesitates for another moment, then nods.

"Okay, I promise," she finally says. I sigh with relief.

"Thank you." We sit there for a moment, but I know that there's no more delaying the inevitable. This is really happening, whether I like it or not. "We should go." I get up and head for the door, but Gaby holds me back.

"Wait." She pulls out an old disposable camera. "I think that Laura should have a picture of her mom, don't you?" I smile. She's right, of course. I mean, I'm in my late twenties and I wish I had a picture of my mom right now, just to comfort me. I pose in the middle of the room, and smile into the camera, while stroking my stomach. Gaby takes the picture and puts the camera away. She then takes my hand and we both leave my room and go to the place where my daughter will be born. And the room where I will die.

A/N: What did you guys think? I wanted to do a chapter from Sofia's point of view to show what she was thinking before she died and how Laura got her name… in my story, anyway. Please review!

~Gina