"No prob, boo." She exited the room and came back quicker than Max had expected with the phone. "Here ya go," she said, handing the phone to Max.
Shifting the now quiet baby to her other arm, Max punched in the number and cradled the ringing phone between her shoulder and chin. "Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Max?" Logan asked on the other end. "Something wrong?"
"No, not at all. On the contrary, something is definitely right for once."
"What is it?"
"Can you come over here? I'm not really in much of a traveling mode right now."
"Sure, I'll be there in a couple minutes."
"Thanks Logan."
"No problem," he answered and hung the phone up.
All the way over to Max's apartment he was shaking with fear. What could be so wonderful that Max needed him to come over and view it for himself? Think Logan, think, he ordered himself. It wasn't until he parked his car and met Original Cindy at the bottom of the stairs, that he realized what it could be.
Even though he protested like crazy, Cindy helped him up the stairs in his wheelchair, mostly just by pulling his wheelchair backwards up the stairs. Logan prayed that the stairs wouldn't fall through, and he'd be sent plummeting to his death.
Silently, Original Cindy opened the door to the apartment and let Logan wheel himself in. "Max?" he called, unsure of where she was at in the little apartment.
"In here, Logan." Following the sound of her voice, he wheeled over to where it had come from.
To his shock, he found Max sitting in bed. "Max!" he cried. "What are-" he began, but abruptly stopped as Max shifted her arms to reveal a pink baby.
"This is what is finally right."
"Oh, my…" Logan started as he wheeled over to Max's bedside. "This is the one?" he asked, referring the baby Lydecker had created, as he gently touched the corner of the baby's blanket.
"Yes, but it won't ever be like that. She's going to have a good life, like a normal human should."
"That's good. What's her name?"
"To be honest, I haven't even thought about that yet," Max admitted. "It's been crazy."
Logan smiled, "I just hope she gets a name or your poor child will just be called, 'She' for the rest of her life."
"I hope not!" Max laughed.
A couple days later, Max was at Logan's house, cradling the child in her arms. Logan and she were involved in a friendly game of chess, even though he was losing terribly. Just as he was ready to place his bishop and call "check", there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," Max said before Logan could answer. Handing the baby to him, she strode over to the door, sipping a glass of purple wine she had poured before the beginning of the chess game. She opened the door, and Logan froze as he heard the sound of the glass smashing into pieces of the floor.
"Max!" he called and began to wheel himself out there. But, having one arm occupied with the baby didn't help him to move very fast. By the time he had reached the doorway leaving the work area, Max's form had already filled in the empty doorway through which he intended to exit.
"Logan," she said very blankly. "There's someone here."
"For me?" he asked her.
"No," another voice answered and Max moved out of the doorway and picked up the baby from Logan, standing behind him. She cradled the child in her arms, wrapping it under a white blanket and hiding it almost. "For Max."
