"I'm pregnant." I practice in the mirror. We were trying yes, but Logan didn't know I thought I was pregnant. I wanted to be sure first, but that's still not making it easier. I here Logan's key, jingle in the lock.

"Max?" I hear Logan yell.

"Back here." I say walking towards the living room, not really looking forward, just looking at the floor. I walk right into Logan.

"Whoa, Max. Are you okay?"

"Yeah Logan, I'm better then okay." I subconsciously put my hand on my stomach. "I actually have some great news." I say smiling; I don't need to say anything else.

"Really?" Logan asks. "I'm going to be a daddy?"

"Yeah,"

"This is amazing!" Logan yells ecstatically, picking me up and twirling me around.

"Logan, you're making us dizzy!" I say and laugh happily. "Can the world be any happier?"

"Yeah, you could be having twins!" Logan half joked, half hoped kissing my forehead.

"Do you want twins?" I ask.

"I want kids...twins, triplets, quadruplets. As long as they're ours."

"So this little one's going to have a wonderful life with lots of siblings?"

"Hopefully," Logan says and pause's " Unless you only want one."

"Logan, I love you. I might be a genetically engineered solider...but I'm going to love being the mother of our children."