We've been trying to get pregnant for a week and I think I'm already expecting. I woke
up with this feeling I wasn't alone. I wasn't actually alone because Logan was there but
I had this feeling I wasn't alone in my body like there was a baby growing inside me
already. The feeling's so intense I can't sleep. I need Logan to wake me up and clam me
down. I start pacing the room, I never like leaving our bedroom when I wake up at night
because Logan had this fear when we were first together, he might wake up and I wouldn't be
there and I never want that fear to become reality. Eventually he wakes up. "Max, what is
it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I think something's right."

"Why?" He asks truly puzzled.

"I think I'm pregnant." I answer and move to sit on the bed next to him.

"Really?" he asks happily.

"I know it's probably too early to tell but I just feel it." I say smiling at him.

"Mothers intuition?" Logan suggests.

"Let's hope." I say and snuggle into Logan's arms.

"So what do you think little one is? A boy or a girl?"

"I have a strong feeling little ones a girl with blue eyes that pierce through your soul and
brown curly hair. She'll be a daddy's girl from day one and her daddy will spoil her rotten."

"Really?" Logan asks sleepily.

"Yeah." I reply.

"All that from a feeling?"

"All that from a feeling." I say and smile, closing my eyes and going to sleep.