Part 11
"I do not like how that sounds. Tell me now," Logan said, as he pulled over to the side of the road.
"Um, Max. You tell him," Chimaera said, backing into her seat.
"Um, well, yeah. Sam did an ultrasound or something and well, umm, we're having twins," Max managed to tell him as she slipped into shock.
"Oh God," Logan was back to his original shock load.
"Like I said earlier, don't blame God, you were there too."
Logan shut off the car, "Max, can you be serious? Where are we gonna put two babies?"
"We have months to figure that out. Calm down and breath," Max was humored by his reaction.
"You're right. I need to calm down. I can't drive like this," Logan was starting to calm down, slightly.
"Move over, I'm going to drive," Max told him.
Logan readily agreed.
When they got home, there were three messages on the machine. One was from a contact, one was from Normal, and one was from Bling. The one from Bling was a congratulatory call.
"Max must've told him earlier," he thought to himself.
"Logan, can I use your phone?" Chimaera called to him.
"Yeah, go ahead."
"See, I told you there was nothing wrong with me," Max said coming up behind him and putting her arms around his waist.
"Seriously Max, don't you think this is dangerous?" he asked, pulling her around to meet him.
"I've thought about the risks, but the reward is greater. Besides, I doubled my daily intake of Tryptophan and I haven't had any seizures since. Please stop worrying. I've been through a lot more than you think."
"Ok, it's your choice," he said as he kissed her forehead.
While they were talking, Chimaera had called Jessie. She told Jessie what was going on and asked her to bring some more stuff by, since she was staying again. Logan wanted her there for a couple days, at least, to help settle Max down. She gave Jessie the address and said goodbye.
Not knowing what she might walk in on, Chimaera entered the room cautiously.
"Jessie is on her way," she said, sitting down on the couch and picking up a magazine from the coffee table.
"O.k. Is she staying for dinner?" Logan asked.
"Probably."
"I'm gonna go set the table. Max, you wanna answer the door?" Logan said, gesturing to the table and door, where someone had just knocked.
"No, she won't. I'm gonna do it," Chimaera said. Before anyone could protest, she was already ushering Jessie in.
"Come on. We're gonna eat," she said, as she took her stuff from Jessie.
"I wasn't planning on staying for dinner," Jessie said.
"You have to, I made too much," Logan said, coming into the room.
"Oh, alright."
"Come on, we're starving!" Max said, dragging Logan to the dining room.
Chimaera and Jessie laughed and followed them.
"I do not like how that sounds. Tell me now," Logan said, as he pulled over to the side of the road.
"Um, Max. You tell him," Chimaera said, backing into her seat.
"Um, well, yeah. Sam did an ultrasound or something and well, umm, we're having twins," Max managed to tell him as she slipped into shock.
"Oh God," Logan was back to his original shock load.
"Like I said earlier, don't blame God, you were there too."
Logan shut off the car, "Max, can you be serious? Where are we gonna put two babies?"
"We have months to figure that out. Calm down and breath," Max was humored by his reaction.
"You're right. I need to calm down. I can't drive like this," Logan was starting to calm down, slightly.
"Move over, I'm going to drive," Max told him.
Logan readily agreed.
When they got home, there were three messages on the machine. One was from a contact, one was from Normal, and one was from Bling. The one from Bling was a congratulatory call.
"Max must've told him earlier," he thought to himself.
"Logan, can I use your phone?" Chimaera called to him.
"Yeah, go ahead."
"See, I told you there was nothing wrong with me," Max said coming up behind him and putting her arms around his waist.
"Seriously Max, don't you think this is dangerous?" he asked, pulling her around to meet him.
"I've thought about the risks, but the reward is greater. Besides, I doubled my daily intake of Tryptophan and I haven't had any seizures since. Please stop worrying. I've been through a lot more than you think."
"Ok, it's your choice," he said as he kissed her forehead.
While they were talking, Chimaera had called Jessie. She told Jessie what was going on and asked her to bring some more stuff by, since she was staying again. Logan wanted her there for a couple days, at least, to help settle Max down. She gave Jessie the address and said goodbye.
Not knowing what she might walk in on, Chimaera entered the room cautiously.
"Jessie is on her way," she said, sitting down on the couch and picking up a magazine from the coffee table.
"O.k. Is she staying for dinner?" Logan asked.
"Probably."
"I'm gonna go set the table. Max, you wanna answer the door?" Logan said, gesturing to the table and door, where someone had just knocked.
"No, she won't. I'm gonna do it," Chimaera said. Before anyone could protest, she was already ushering Jessie in.
"Come on. We're gonna eat," she said, as she took her stuff from Jessie.
"I wasn't planning on staying for dinner," Jessie said.
"You have to, I made too much," Logan said, coming into the room.
"Oh, alright."
"Come on, we're starving!" Max said, dragging Logan to the dining room.
Chimaera and Jessie laughed and followed them.
