Chapter Two: WOW

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Max finished nursing Elizabeth, and lifted her to her shoulder. The almost immediate reaction to Max's patting was a burp, and she sighed in relief, smiling as Logan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"They fit." he said, grinning, although she couldn't see him.

"What do?"

"My arms. They fit around your waist again."

"Hey!" Max protested, turning around and playfully swatting him. Logan just smiled and pulled her to him, meeting her mouth in a gentle kiss. They only pulled away when Elizabeth started to squirm, and the threat of tears was eminent. Logan leaned his head against Max's, and laughed against her lips. Taking Elizabeth from her, he said soothingly,

"Shh! Hey! Don't cry! It's ok...shh...." In a few seconds he had calmed her down. Meanwhile, Max just looked on, grinning.

"I just wish your mommy were as easy to calm down as you..." Logan murmured to the sleepy child in his arms.

"Hey!" Max exclaimed, hands on her hips.

"Hey what?" he asked innocently.

"I am Not hard to calm down!"

Logan just snorted and quickly began walking to the guest room, transformed into a nursery, to put Elizabeth down to sleep. Max wouldn't dare pounce when he had Lizzy with him. Logan gently set her down in the crib, laying a lightweight blanket on top of her. "Sleep tight, my little angel." he whispered, quietly leaving the room, and shutting the door partway, behind him. Logan looked around cautiously, to see if Max were still out there, waiting, as a predator waits for the prey. Seeing the deserted, or seemingly so, hallway, he proceeded onwards to his computer room. He had taken several months off Eyes Only work when Lizzy was born, but he was back at it again, and he had a lot to catch up on. Turning the corner to his computer room, Logan was looking through a folder he had picked up, and wasn't watching where he was going, a common mistake often made. So, instead of sidestepping around Max, he ran into her. She had been waiting for him.

"Am I hard to calm down?" she asked him, pouting that famous pout of hers.

"Um...hmm..let me think. Yes." Logan replied, looking for an escape route.

"You know...you're hard to calm down too."

Raising an eyebrow, "Oh really?" he began, but was cut off as Max's mouth met his in a heated kiss. She broke off suddenly and began to walk away. Logan would have none of that! So he followed her, and said,

"Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easily!" When he caught up to her, he turned her around, delivering a kiss as heated and wild as the first. When they pulled back for air, Max was smiling, and said,

"Told you so."

Logan's face creased in confusion for a moment, then recognition lit up in his eyes, and he grinning widely. "Ok, ok. Maybe in that department."

"Maybe?" Max stood there, smiling, which she had been doing a lot more of lately, since they had married. In fact, since she had met Logan.

"Ok. Yes then."

"Good answer." Max said, as he leaned down once again.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and they were rudely interrupted, which seemed to be their lot that day.

"Arggh!!" Logan grunted, as Max stepped back and went to answer the door.

"Coming!" she called out as the doorbell rang again.

When she opened it, the man standing there began, "Jam Pony Messenger." handing her a clipboard to sign, and pulling into view a large box.

"Where's Cindy, Herbal, or Sketch?" Max asked, signing the slip.

"All out on runs. Hey, it's Max right?"

"Yeah." she replied, handing him the clipboard.

"They're always talking about you."

"Tell 'em I said hi."

"Can do."

"Thanks."

"No problem. You need help with that?" he asked, as she began pulling the box into the hallway.

"No, we got it." Logan answer for her, helping to drag the very heavy box into the penthouse, even though she could have done it herself. In fact, it was so heavy and large, they had had to put wheels on it.

"Ok, well, have a nice day!" The messenger said, walking into the elevator.

Max just nodded and waved absently, as Logan shut the door, and they both turned to the large box.

"Let's open it." Max said, with what could only be described as childish anticipation.

"I wonder what it is?" Logan pondered out loud, as he searched for a screwdriver, or something similar to pry it open with.

Max wouldn't, or couldn't wait any longer, so she forced it open herself.

Logan peered over her shoulder, and they both let out a simultaneous,

"Wow."