2 months into pregnancy November 17th
Max had been sleeping in lately, so Logan had taken to getting up and making her a big breakfast before she headed off to work. ((I'm going to tell her today that she should start thinking about quitting....I worry about her....out on the street...no telling what could happen!)) He continued to stir the pancake batter, waiting for Max to get up so he could start them. Hearing the shower start, he put the first one on.
Max tried to rush through her shower, knowing Logan would have some breakfast made up for her...((wonder what they will be this time? Blueberry? Apple? Chocolate chip?)) Max dropped the soap and bent down to pick it up, getting a good view of her feet while she was down there. ((yuck! No wonder they hurt so much! How am I supposed to get shoes on without it hurting like hell?!)) Sighing, she quickly dressed and went out to the kitchen, walking gingerly.
When Logan looked up, he noticed something different. But what was it?
"How are you feeling this morning? Any nausea?" he asked
Max sat down and propped her feet up on a chair to show him, as she replied "None. But does this answer your question?"
"I can find you something for the swelling...." Logan said, looking at her feet, then going to his computer room and leaving Max to eat her breakfast. "I think maybe you should think about quitting your job...I don't like you running all over the city in your condition...delivering who knows what to some very questionable characters." Logan called out, ordering some medication, and some vitamins the doctor had recommended.
Max just smiled, and thought, ((My condition?? What am I, glass? He's been acting like I'll break ever since I told him the news! It's not like I can't bike a couple miles....))
"Me? Quit? I still have a couple months before I am totally fat, ugly and unable to move!"
Coming back to the table, Logan said "Come on Max...please?" he batted his eyes at her.
Max sighed, then said "Let me see how I feel after today, kapish?"
Logan replied with a grin and, "Deal"
"Ok...well, I gotta blaze." Max said, giving him a kiss to last him the day. As she headed out, Logan called,
"Bye Angel!!"
4 months into pregnancy January 12th (new year)
Max had been feeling the baby kick for a month now. With her heightened senses, she was able to feel it kick long before ordinary woman. Sometimes it felt as if there was a soccer game going on! Logan was treating her like she might break, not that that was anything new, and he forbade her to continue work at Jam Pony. She didn't really have a problem with that...but he was also on the verge of making sure she didn't do anything fun! Like, riding her baby, and hanging out at Crash with everyone....At the moment, she was getting ready to do just that. Max smiled, replaying her very recent conversation with Logan.
*flash*
"....no more Crash...no more Jam Pony, and no more motorcycle!" Logan had been adamant about it.
"No way am I giving up Crash, or my baby!" Max retorted, crossing her arms, and refusing to yield.
"...Max, no alcohol! The doctor said!"
To Max, Logan sounded like a spoiled kid, trying to get his way. "I haven't had anything alcoholic since I knew...and I won't start now!" she insisted.
"Fine!" Logan gave in, knowing he wouldn't win this one, this time. "But I'm going with you." This time, Logan was the one to cross his arms.
"Fine!" Max agreed, trying to keep herself from laughing at the expression on his face: a mix between concern for her, elation that he had won an argument, and apprehension about going to Crash.
"But we're taking my baby!" Max added.
"Oh no you don't!" was his immediate reply.
Max pouted, and asked sweetly, "C'mon Loggie! Please?" Seeing that he was thinking it over, Max batted her eyes at him. This, coupled with the pout, was just to much, and he folded. This time.
"Ok, Ok...fine....but just this once!" Logan gave in, trying to sound stern.
"Sure...whatever you say Loggie!" Max agreed, crossing her fingers behind her back. "Let's ride!"
*end flash*
5 months
Logan and Max were taking their now mandatory daily walk. Logan insisted they do so, as it was good for Max and the baby. And Max figured it would be good for his legs, so she went along with it. It was actually a beautiful day, a rare occurrence in Seattle, and they were walking in a park...one of the few that were still safe.
"So..." Logan began, swinging their hands back and forth.
"So..."
"It'll be ok Max." Logan said, reassuring her, seeming to know what she was thinking.
She sighed, and then said "I hope so...I mean...oh Logan...what if something happens? I haven't had any seizure since the beginning...but what would happen if I did now? I don't want to lose it...I don't know what I would do if that happened."
Logan pulled her to him, as they continued to walk down the path, he tried to comfort her. ((I hate to see her in such pain! If something does happen I don't know what she might do...or me for that matter....I can't let anything happen.))
"Max. If something is going to happen, then we can't stop it from happening. We just have to take everything in stride."
Max's face creased with worry, as she leaned against Logan, taking strength from his fortitude.
Back at the penthouse, Logan disappeared into their bedroom, coming back with a stethoscope.
"And where were you hiding that?" Max asked, sitting down on the couch, and propping her feet up.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out." he answered, smiling slyly.
"Oh really? Might it be your sock drawer?"
Faking shock, Logan said "Oh! You caught me!"
They both laughed, and Logan settled down next to her on the couch, gently pulling her shirt up to expose her round stomach. Putting the ends in his ear, Logan placed the stethoscope on her belly. Max shivered at the first touch of cold metal, then giggled as he moved it around.
"Hey! That tickles!" she protested.
"I know. That's why I'm doing it" Logan replied, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, well, if it were you, you would feel differently!"
"I don't know about that..."
"Well, why don't you find out!" Max said, putting her cold hands under his shirt and tickling him.
Logan gasped and rolled around, trying to get away from her cold, tickling hands.
"Say uncle!" Max demanded.
"Aunt...!"
"Say uncle!" threatening now, she grabbed a nearby glass of ice water and held it over his head.
"Uncle! Uncle!" he pled. Laughing even harder, he knocked against Max's arm and she lost her grip on the glass of water. It dumped on his head, landing on the floor and breaking.
Everything was silent for a moment, until Max broke it by sniffing.
Concerned, Logan got up from his current position on the floor, which was wet, along with him. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting down next to her again.
"I don't know....I mean, the glass...I broke it..."
Logan tried to hold back his laughter. He knew that pregnant woman could be VERY touchy, and Max had been even before she became pregnant, so he didn't want to push his luck. "Hey...Angel, It's ok. It was just a glass. We can get another one...." He pulled Max into his lap and patted her hair.
"Sorry about that..." Max apologized when the tears subsided. "...It's these sucky mood swings."
"It doesn't bother me. Hey..." Logan said, turning her around in his lap so he could look her in the eye, "Nothing you do could make me love you less."
"Yeah, well, just wait till I gain about 40 pounds"
"As long as it's you and not me" Logan said under his breath...
"I heard that mister!!" Max protested, laughing this time, and grabbing a nearby pillow....
