"You know, I usually do the cooking," said Logan, welcoming the change of pace.
"Well I thought it was time to do something different," replied Colleen, Logan's girlfriend of two weeks.
She was making tuna sandwiches for them in Logan's penthouse. She had shoulder length blonde hair and grass green eyes.
Colleen cut the sandwiches down the middle and served them. Logan looked at the sandwich on his plate and laughed.
"I haven't had tuna since I was kid. How'd you get this anyway?" he questioned taking the half sandwich in his mouth.
"I have my ways," she answered in a smug voice and took a bite of her sandwich. Logan looked at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"Well, why don't you tell me what way that is?" He started to get up and then there was a knock on the door. So close. He thought and walked over to the door.
"Who is it?" he asked, hoping it was a salesperson he could ignore.
"Original, open up," she replied. He opened the door.
"Hey. Could you come back later, I have company."
"What kind of company?" She inquired cocking her head.
" Noth…"
"Logan," Colleen called, "Who's at the door?"
"Oh no, no, no." Original Cindy said as she pushed past Logan.
"Oh no. You do not have this hussie up in here!" she exclaimed looking at Colleen.
"Who are you calling a hussie?" Colleen implored leaping out her seat.
"You ho."
Colleen put one hand on her hip and faced Logan.
"Who is this, Logan?"
" She just…" Original Cindy ran up to him and put her arm around his waist.
"His boo."
"I'm his girlfriend, not you heifer,"
Original Cindy put her hand to her womb.
"Tell that to Santito."
Colleen looked at Logan again.
"You knocked her up?"
Logan started to walk up to her. "No. I…"
"And you didn't even tell me?" She grabbed her jacket and started for the door.
"No. She just…" Logan followed her.
"She just what? Would have to raise that kid on her own."
"Colleen…"
"Oh," She turned around and took off her blonde wig and threw it on the floor to reveal short, crop cut red hair, "And my name's Sara."
She slammed the door.
"She was no good for you, anyway," said Original Cindy, filing on her nails behind Logan.
"Why… did you do that?" Logan asked looking like he was about to strangle Cindy.
"For your own good. That's the second ho I've had to kick outta here," she said facing him.
Calm down. 10, 9, 8…Logan thought. Original Cindy was so hard for him to deal with sometimes. Ever since…she… left Original and Bling had made it their mission to make sure Logan didn't do anything stupid (dating, suicide, etc.). Every time they did something he didn't like they always gave him the same response, "For you own good,". That sentence gets a little annoying after five months.
"Cindy. Thank you for trying to look out for me, but I can take care of myself."
"No you can't, boo"
"Yes I can, Cindy. And I would like it if you stayed out my personal life."
"No. And I can prove you need to be looked after."
"How?" Logan asked crossing his
arms. This should be good.
"Say her name." Original Cindy challenged.
"That doesn't matter." He replied, walking over to the couch.
"Really? Then do it." She said and sat down next to him, waiting.
"I don't…"
"Just three letters,"
"Original just…"
"Starts with a M ends with X"
"Please I…"
"Rhymes with tax"
"I can't!" he screamed, jumping up from his seat.
Original Cindy got up and softly pushed back to his seat. She looked at him sympathically.
"That's why I forced Col…Sara out. Boo, til you get over Max, no rebound chick is gon' make ya happy." She stood up.
"That's just the way it is. I'll check ya later," She left to go back to work.
Logan sat on his couch and whispered, "I miss you."
Then he went to his computer and pulled up some "Eyes Only" files.
* * * * * *
"C'mon Max, We're ready," Tanga said to her sister in the loft. Max nodded and went down to the bottom floor. Max was already starting to show. She went from a size 3 to a size 6, pushing on 7. When Max got to there she heard some voices outside.
"20 says it's a girl,"
"Nah, it's a boy and I know it."
"Put your money where your mouth is"
"Alright, 50"
Max went outside and saw four of her brothers and sister betting on the sex of the baby.
"What's going on here?!" she said trying to sound angry. All of them looked at her a little shocked. Zane stood up.
"A…Max we were just…"
"Using my baby to get some money." All of them hung their heads.
"I've just got one thing to say to you all," She pulled two fifties out of her pocket and threw it in the hat.
"One hundred, it's a girl." She turned and started to go back to the barn, then stopped.
"Are you comin'?"
* * * * * *
Tanga took her place behind the computer as tension filled the room. Most of the X-5's were sitting or standing in various positions around the room. Max finished getting scanned and walked over to Tanga as everyone watched.
"So, what is it?" she asked. Tanga stood up and gave her a lopsided smile.
"You must have had good time…cause you're having twins"
"T…t… twins???" Max stuttered. Twins! Great. Like it wasn't bad enough already. Two! Zane walked over to Tanga looking annoyed.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" asked Zane. I've got a lot of money riding on this. He thought. Tanga's smile got wider.
"Both."
Zane and Max looked stunned. Zane recovered from the shock first.
"Who's going get the money?" he inquired. Max just stared at him. Is that all you can think about??!! I just found out I'm have twins and you're worried 'bout da Benjamins, she thought.
"I've got an idea. Who's has the hat?"
"I do. What's your idea?" Zane revealed the hat. Max smiled. Then she grabbed his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder, grabbing the hat in the process.
"Momma takes all."