This is the first instalment of Part two of Child's Play. Once again, I own nothing but the plot and maybe a few minor characters, I am but a poor Canadian, please do not sue me. Hope everyone enjoys it as much as the first one! I'm not sure if I got the holiday right, in Canada we call it Remembrance Day, but I'm not sure if it's Veteran's Day or Memorial Day in the USA.
-egbkid

"Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the ones we hurt, are you and me?"

Logan sat staring out the window into the rain, thinking about everything. Behind him, the penthouse was decorated for the birthday party to come in the morning. Max had just taken a very excited McKenzie to bed. After he had kissed her goodnight, he just stopped and started to think.
'I do this a lot.' Thinking of all the times he actually did this. When he had first met Max. When Max had to leave for Canada for her own safety. When she had given up on his 'mission' and told him to stuff it. After Max had given him blood to help him walk again, and it wore off, so to speak. When Max had gone after her brother Ben, and then later her sister Tinga. And when he found out Max's daughter, McKenzie, had inherited her tendency to think in high places, like the roof of his uncle's cabin.
'Every time I sit here and think, looking at the rain, it seems to have something to do with Max.' he thought. 'And here I am again. Thinking of Max.'
A year ago, on the eve of McKenzie's seventh birthday, Logan had proposed to Max. After the party the next day, she refused and disappeared for two days, worrying Logan and McKenzie. When she came back, she never spoke of it, so neither did he. He figured she might have thought he had done it because he thought he had to. Because of McKenzie. But that wasn't the reason. He loved Max, and he knew she loved him. They were the perfect family, but she was afraid to admit it.
Now it was McKenzie's eighth birthday. 'In two months, it'll be yours.' Logan thought. November 11, 2028. His fortieth birthday. "Forty years, and what have I done?"
"You helped create one of the most beautiful little girls ever, if that's a start."
"Max!" Logan said, turning. He hadn't realized he had spoken out loud, and she had scared him, coming up like that. Max sat down in a chair opposite Logan.
"Forty years, huh? That's a long time."
"Thanks."
"We ought to have a party." Max said, looking around the decorated room.
"No, we ought not to. I haven't had a birthday party since I was McKenzie's age. And then it was only the social event of the month, to go along with Memorial Day."
"What is Memorial Day?"
"A day in which we remembered the people who died in the World Wars. It was called Remembrance Day in Canada. The eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month…"
"In the year eleven-eleven?" Max interrupted, smiling.
"No. Whatever. It's also my birthday. And this year, it's my fortieth birthday. 'The big 4-0' as they used to say."
"So? I'll be thirty in two years, see me complaining? What's wrong with turning an age with a zero in it? God, I saw someone moaning over turning fifty a few weeks ago…"
"You don't understand." Logan said, turning away from her.
"What don't I understand? It's McKenzie's birthday, and she's all excited, but when you realize your birthday is rolling around, you get all depressed! If that's what it's like to be 100% human, I want no part in it!"
"Max, you feel that way because you've never had many birthdays. Wait until you're forty and realize you haven't done anything with your life, then see how you feel."
"Haven't done anything with your life! What about Eyes..." Max was interrupted by a loud scream coming from down the hall.
"MaaaaMaaaaa! PaaaaPaaaaaa! HelllPPP!!!!"

To be continued...