6 months into pregnancy March 7th
"...Ok, this is going to be a little cold" Dr. Lebella said, as she rubbed something resembling toothpaste in consistency, only clear, onto Max's stomach. Then, she positioned the hand held ultrasound devise on Max's stomach, slowly moving it around, trying to get a good view of the unborn child.
"There it is!" she declared, finally coming to rest around Max's navel. She turned the monitor towards Max and Logan, who in turn, peered intently at it.
"Is everything alright?" Max asked, concern etched on her face.
"Everything is running smoothly. It's developing on time, all your tests came back normal..."
Relief flooded across Max's face, "You can see it's little arms! That is what that is, right?" she said, practically cooing, and grasping Logan's hand in hers.
"HER arms." Logan corrected, never losing the silly grin that had been plastered on his face for the past 6 months.
"Would you like to know what sex it is?" the doctor asked, first looking at Max, then at Logan.
"No." They both replied simultaneously.
"We want to be surprised" Max added
"Although I already know it's going to be a girl..." Logan trailed off....he had told Max earlier that he didn't care one way or the other, boy or girl, as long as it was healthy...but the truth was...he really wanted it to be a little girl!
"And how do you figure that?" Max asked, returning to her old cheeky self.
The doctor wiped Max's stomach clean while the ultrasound picture printed out. She smiled to herself, listening to the two madly in love, soon to be, mother and father.
"Father's intuition." Logan answered Max, smiling even wider and giving her a kiss. Max lifted his hand from the side of the bed, and placed it on her stomach, hers on top. At this, Logan grinned even wider, if that was possible, and leaned down, placing his ear against her belly. Max watched his head rise and fall with the rhythm of her breathing.
"Sorry to interrupt...but we're all done here." Dr. Lebella said, bringing them back down to earth.
"Ah...yeah, sorry about that." Max said sheepishly.
"Oh no, it's quite alright. You two have the right to be so happy!" she smiled at the couple, then, standing up she handed them the printout.
"For your scrapbook" she explained, helping Max up with Logan on the other side.
"Thank you." Max thanked her, squeezing her hand.
"Me pleasure" Dr. Lebella replied wholeheartedly.
"Thank you doctor." Logan added, stepping up and shaking her hand.
Dr. Lebella just nodded and smiled with understanding. After they had left, she went to a nearby phone, looking around to make sure she was alone. Finding the hall empty of life, she dialed. When the other end had been picked up, she simply said,
"She's here."
"Did you plant the tracking devise?"
"Yes sir."
"Good work doctor. I'll be contacting you as soon as I can get there."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
{Foggle Towers} March 7th, 7:00 PM
"So, Dad...can I go out this ONE last time? Please???? I'll be good! I'll get Cindy to pick me up...I won't drink...no dancing..." Max begged for a chance to go to Crash.
Sighing, Logan gave in...again. He didn't want to have to deal with a sudden mood change. Although he wasn't so sure they weren't planned sometimes. "Ok...this one last time! Be careful....and don't stay out too late! I'll pick you up at 9 ok?"
"Nine?! Awww!!" Mentally, Max was thinking, ((9! Hehe, I didn't think he would even allow me an hour! But two?))
"9 it is then. And stop whining already!" he chuckled, then continued "You remind me of me and Bennett when we would fight!"
Max returned the grin, and going up to him, she kissed him softly at first. Very quickly it became deeper, harder, and more passionate.
"Why don't you hold that thought till I get back" Max said slyly, drawing back.
"You better believe it" Logan agreed, pulling her close once again.
"Hey! I'll be late!" Max mumbled against his lips, trying to pull free, and giggling uncontrollably at the same time. "I don't need to get drunk when I have you here."
"I'm not sure if that was a compliment..." Logan began, Max cutting him off with another rushed kiss.
"Oh, it was" she assured him, pulling away, and starting towards the door. Logan followed her out to the elevator, still trying to steal one last kiss.
"Love you" Max stated, as the doors opened, and she stepped in.
"Ditto" Logan replied, as they both locked gazes and stared until the elevator door closed. Sighing, Logan leaned against the closed door, and smiled happily. ((what did I ever do to deserve her?)) He straitened up and entered his apartment...feeling how empty it was without Max's uplifting presence.
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