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A/N: OK chapter 7. I am returning to school in 4 days, so I don't know how long the next chapter will take. I'll see what I can do!
"He?" Max prompted Logan.
"Ah, well," Logan paused. "Sebastian told me."
Max laughed. "A boy? Wow."
"Yeah." Logan said, finishing with a huge grin.
Max laughed at the happy look on Logan's face and ordered him to make dinner.
"Ow! Logan that hurts!"
Logan grimaced as Max shouted at him. "Max, honey. You're a genetically enhanced human being. Why are you being such a wimp?"
"Wimp?!" Max smiled inwardly at Logan's comment. "You know, Logan, even genetically enhanced killing machines don't like needles."
Logan grimaced again. "Max, you're not a killing machine."
Max smiled. "Then what am I? Your own personal pin cushion?"
Logan grinned. "Yes." He paused. "Anyway, these needles keep our child alive."
"I know." Max's voice was serious. "I would suffer any pain…" She trailed off.
"So would I, Max."
3 months later
"Max? Are you home"
"Yeah Cindy, I'm in the baby's room."
Cindy walked into Logan's old guestroom and smiled. "Nice job, boo." She said, looking at the recent paint job.
A four month pregnant Max stood up from her place on the floor, and smiled. "Yeah. We thought blue would be a bit cliché." She said, gesturing to the pastel – green walls.
"I cannot believe you and Logan are having a little boy!" Cindy smiled. "And I bet a damn good looker at that!"
Max smiled. She was actually a little worried about the whole mixed genes thing. What if he's part cat, or part shark? God knows what they used to make me. Max sighed. "Come on, let's go see what culinary miracle my husband whipped up this time."
Later that night
Max was sitting comfortably on the couch, after being ordered away from the dishes. "Logan?" She called.
"Yeah?" he answered, walking into the living room.
"Sit down." Max ordered playfully.
"OK." Logan sat behind Max, supporting her and wrapping his arms around her (Slightly bigger than normal) waist.
"Logan." Max began. "I'm worried about the baby."
Logan started. "Why?"
"What if he has screwed up genes, or seizures?"
"Max, honey." Logan paused. "It doesn't matter, as long as we can hold him. We will love him no matter what. Anyway, he told us he'd be healthy."
Max smiled. "Why is it that you always know just what to say to make me feel better?" She asked.
Logan laughed. "It's my job."
"Normal!" Max laughed at Normal's crabby face as she walked into work at Jampony.
"What do you want Max?"
"Any hot runs?" Max smiled at Normal's shocked face.
"Not for you missy. Your richy husband would kill me."
"Damn." Max sighed. "Paperwork it is."
"Hey Max."
Max spun around in her chair after feeling familiar arms encircle her. "Hey Logan."
"Ready to go home?"
"Since 8:30 this morning."
Logan laughed and led Max out the door to the car.
A/N: OK chapter 7. I am returning to school in 4 days, so I don't know how long the next chapter will take. I'll see what I can do!
"He?" Max prompted Logan.
"Ah, well," Logan paused. "Sebastian told me."
Max laughed. "A boy? Wow."
"Yeah." Logan said, finishing with a huge grin.
Max laughed at the happy look on Logan's face and ordered him to make dinner.
"Ow! Logan that hurts!"
Logan grimaced as Max shouted at him. "Max, honey. You're a genetically enhanced human being. Why are you being such a wimp?"
"Wimp?!" Max smiled inwardly at Logan's comment. "You know, Logan, even genetically enhanced killing machines don't like needles."
Logan grimaced again. "Max, you're not a killing machine."
Max smiled. "Then what am I? Your own personal pin cushion?"
Logan grinned. "Yes." He paused. "Anyway, these needles keep our child alive."
"I know." Max's voice was serious. "I would suffer any pain…" She trailed off.
"So would I, Max."
3 months later
"Max? Are you home"
"Yeah Cindy, I'm in the baby's room."
Cindy walked into Logan's old guestroom and smiled. "Nice job, boo." She said, looking at the recent paint job.
A four month pregnant Max stood up from her place on the floor, and smiled. "Yeah. We thought blue would be a bit cliché." She said, gesturing to the pastel – green walls.
"I cannot believe you and Logan are having a little boy!" Cindy smiled. "And I bet a damn good looker at that!"
Max smiled. She was actually a little worried about the whole mixed genes thing. What if he's part cat, or part shark? God knows what they used to make me. Max sighed. "Come on, let's go see what culinary miracle my husband whipped up this time."
Later that night
Max was sitting comfortably on the couch, after being ordered away from the dishes. "Logan?" She called.
"Yeah?" he answered, walking into the living room.
"Sit down." Max ordered playfully.
"OK." Logan sat behind Max, supporting her and wrapping his arms around her (Slightly bigger than normal) waist.
"Logan." Max began. "I'm worried about the baby."
Logan started. "Why?"
"What if he has screwed up genes, or seizures?"
"Max, honey." Logan paused. "It doesn't matter, as long as we can hold him. We will love him no matter what. Anyway, he told us he'd be healthy."
Max smiled. "Why is it that you always know just what to say to make me feel better?" She asked.
Logan laughed. "It's my job."
"Normal!" Max laughed at Normal's crabby face as she walked into work at Jampony.
"What do you want Max?"
"Any hot runs?" Max smiled at Normal's shocked face.
"Not for you missy. Your richy husband would kill me."
"Damn." Max sighed. "Paperwork it is."
"Hey Max."
Max spun around in her chair after feeling familiar arms encircle her. "Hey Logan."
"Ready to go home?"
"Since 8:30 this morning."
Logan laughed and led Max out the door to the car.