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A/N: OK part 2. Yet again, total and utter fluff. I wonder if I'm capable of writing anything else? Oh well, God knows I need it with this damned virus.
Max was shocked to see Logan's face break out into a huge grin.
"That's fantastic!" He exclaimed.
"Really?" Max asked. "Thank God."
"What? You thought I wouldn't be happy?" Logan frowned slightly.
"Kinda." Max sighed. "We never discussed kids, and I guess I thought it's a bit of a female thing. You know, the need to reproduce. To actually want children."
"Max." Logan smiled. "As long as they're our children, I want them."
At that, Logan got into bed with Max, cuddled her to his chest, and they both fell asleep.
Max was dreaming. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown, sitting in an empty room. The walls were white, so intense that it hurt her eyes. Max wondered what was happening, and she tried to stand, but was unable to move. A wave of panic swept across her, settling as a tight feeling in her chest. She called out "Logan!"
"It's OK." The voice was female, and despite her enhanced senses, Max couldn't tell where it was coming from.
"Who's there?" She called quietly.
The voice chuckled. "You won't be able to see me. I barely exist."
Max interrupted. "Who are you? I don't understand."
The voice continued calmly "I know that you feel fear."
Max laughed sarcastically. "Yeah. Fear. When don't I feel it?"
"You feel fear for your child." The voice went on. "I am your child. Or I will be."
"You are my child?" Max asked slowly. "A girl?"
"I am your child, though I do not have a sex yet. I will be with you soon. And I am healthy. I do not fear, I know you will protect me."
"So will your father." Max answered, smiling. "Where is Logan? Shouldn't he be allowed to hear you too?"
The voice laughed. "Yes. I will speak to him too."
With that, the dream faded. Max woke slowly, and turned to look at Logan's sleeping form.
Logan was dreaming. He was sitting alone in a dark room. He couldn't see anything, and he became afraid. He tried to move, but found himself stuck in his chair. As his breathing became erratic from panic, a voice sounded.
"Don't be afraid." The voice was so beautiful that Logan found himself immediately calming down.
"Who are you?" He asked the soft voice.
"I am your child." The voice said quietly.
Logan smiled. "A girl?"
The voice laughed. "That's what Max said. I don't have a sex yet. I'm not even big enough to be seen by the human eye."
"OK." Logan answered.
"I am here to tell you not to fear. I know you feel afraid." The voice paused. "I am perfectly healthy."
Logan sighed in relief. "Good. Did you tell Max?" He asked anxiously. "Because she won't believe me."
"Yes, I told her."
At that, the dream faded. Logan awoke slowly, and turned to look at Max.
"So." Max said quietly. "You dreamt about her, uh, it, as well?"
"Yes. Our child seemed pretty adamant that we not worry." Logan said slowly. "And that we not assume its gender."
Max laughed. "Yeah. I thought it was a girl, but the voice pretty much told me off."
Logan walked over to where Max was sitting at the kitchen table, and wrapped her in his arms. "It doesn't matter. Girl, boy, I don't mind."
"What did I do to deserve a guy like you?" Max asked quietly.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Logan asked in return.
A/N: OK part 2. Yet again, total and utter fluff. I wonder if I'm capable of writing anything else? Oh well, God knows I need it with this damned virus.
Max was shocked to see Logan's face break out into a huge grin.
"That's fantastic!" He exclaimed.
"Really?" Max asked. "Thank God."
"What? You thought I wouldn't be happy?" Logan frowned slightly.
"Kinda." Max sighed. "We never discussed kids, and I guess I thought it's a bit of a female thing. You know, the need to reproduce. To actually want children."
"Max." Logan smiled. "As long as they're our children, I want them."
At that, Logan got into bed with Max, cuddled her to his chest, and they both fell asleep.
Max was dreaming. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown, sitting in an empty room. The walls were white, so intense that it hurt her eyes. Max wondered what was happening, and she tried to stand, but was unable to move. A wave of panic swept across her, settling as a tight feeling in her chest. She called out "Logan!"
"It's OK." The voice was female, and despite her enhanced senses, Max couldn't tell where it was coming from.
"Who's there?" She called quietly.
The voice chuckled. "You won't be able to see me. I barely exist."
Max interrupted. "Who are you? I don't understand."
The voice continued calmly "I know that you feel fear."
Max laughed sarcastically. "Yeah. Fear. When don't I feel it?"
"You feel fear for your child." The voice went on. "I am your child. Or I will be."
"You are my child?" Max asked slowly. "A girl?"
"I am your child, though I do not have a sex yet. I will be with you soon. And I am healthy. I do not fear, I know you will protect me."
"So will your father." Max answered, smiling. "Where is Logan? Shouldn't he be allowed to hear you too?"
The voice laughed. "Yes. I will speak to him too."
With that, the dream faded. Max woke slowly, and turned to look at Logan's sleeping form.
Logan was dreaming. He was sitting alone in a dark room. He couldn't see anything, and he became afraid. He tried to move, but found himself stuck in his chair. As his breathing became erratic from panic, a voice sounded.
"Don't be afraid." The voice was so beautiful that Logan found himself immediately calming down.
"Who are you?" He asked the soft voice.
"I am your child." The voice said quietly.
Logan smiled. "A girl?"
The voice laughed. "That's what Max said. I don't have a sex yet. I'm not even big enough to be seen by the human eye."
"OK." Logan answered.
"I am here to tell you not to fear. I know you feel afraid." The voice paused. "I am perfectly healthy."
Logan sighed in relief. "Good. Did you tell Max?" He asked anxiously. "Because she won't believe me."
"Yes, I told her."
At that, the dream faded. Logan awoke slowly, and turned to look at Max.
"So." Max said quietly. "You dreamt about her, uh, it, as well?"
"Yes. Our child seemed pretty adamant that we not worry." Logan said slowly. "And that we not assume its gender."
Max laughed. "Yeah. I thought it was a girl, but the voice pretty much told me off."
Logan walked over to where Max was sitting at the kitchen table, and wrapped her in his arms. "It doesn't matter. Girl, boy, I don't mind."
"What did I do to deserve a guy like you?" Max asked quietly.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Logan asked in return.