Time had passed so quickly and now his baby girl was four months old. It felt like she had just been born, placed in a light pink recieving blanket and laid in his arms, filling up only half the space it took for him to hold her. Logan remembers those first precious moments he spent with her, while Max was sleeping and the light trickled into the room, he swore the angel laying in his arms had been sent to rescue him. Months he spent worrying whether he'd make a good Dad when for the years he spent growing up he had pretty much fended on his own, without his own Father. Would he know how to learn to love another person as they would so love him? Looking up at the angel that had brung this tiny person into his life, he had the priveledge of accepting her, just as he had accepted Max. How could he refuse such a remarkable face? It beamed Max's like a mirror. Cooing was her speech and smiles were her dreams. If Logan could fill all her dreams, he'd do it in a second, not a thought at all upon relinquishing them. Eva was the dream he never could see. How did he get so lucky to find the girl of his dreams to bear the love of his life? Two for the price of one, Logan said with a smile as he walked to his desk. The exoskeleton was uncomfortable to get around in sometimes, when the plastic molding would rub against his hips. I am just glad Max had a girl, Logan thought positively, or else I'd be one huge let-down to my would be son. The computer turned on as Logan turned up the volume to the speakers.

"You have email!" the computerized voice told him as he clicked the Inbox. 'I know something you don't know, Mr. Eyes Only. Don't even think for a second your disguises worked on me, I know who you are. More importantly, there is a person I think you know that you might want to know alittle about. Know an Eva Cale?' Logan stopped reading and threw his eyeglasses down to the ground and buried his face into hands. Oh God, his thoughts rushing quickly through his head, Eva. "I have it by very good authority the true father is..."

'494 aka Alec.

He couldn't pull himself together after Max left the apartment. She was crying and he was in shock. The baby was non-chablant, totally clueless but never the less adorable in her pink leather baby carrier. Her binky rounded her mouth like it were glued to her lips but still little giggles escaped. Alec took a seat in front of her and stared. True X-5 style, the child stared back. What a kid, Alec thought with a smile, cocky already without even needing to speak. She had light blonde hair and green eyes, just like his eyes. They were round and penetrating, like Max's. Nothing about the child looked like Logans, but thank God the guy was stupid. In the bag Max left by the door was a book, sticking out just far enough for him to see. 'Blackie the Bear Goes to the Zoo'. Alec found it so odd that while this kid was being read bedtime stories, he was learning to become a killing machine with handbooks teaching the manuever that stops brain function. It took 15 minutes before Alec found it in himself to lift Eva out of her carseat. She was so light in his arms and nearly immediatly she found her way to his shoulder, molding herself comfortably against his body. Quickly after, Eva spit the binky out of her mouth and began nibbling on his shoulder, slobbering and gurgling like a dog. At first disgusted, Alec soon rested on the couch and let the girl do what she wanted. If she were anything like Max, which Alec figured she was, she might dropkick him to the floor if he tried moving her.

"You don't happen to want that binky back, do ya?" Alec asked, hoping maybe a hand signal may be raised to answer. The child didn't know anything of what he was saying and in a wierd way, that was fine. "Logan nice to you?" he continued with the conversation, "he better be. Cause-" he lifted Eva off him so he could look into her pudgy little face, "I love you too." In that small second, Alec swore he saw a smile. Maybe that meant I love you in baby speak. What a beautiful child Eva was. Thank God for....

Max.

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