There was no reason for the way she was treating him, except for being insecure and scared about the way she was beginning to feel. She'd felt like this before once but it was Logan on her mind and Logan was safe. Logan was the home base she'd been rooting for. Alec was 3rd base, a dart of lust and could it well be- love?
"You there, boo? You look straight up trippin'." Orignal Cindy pointed out as she sat beside Max at the Jam Pony break room. Usually full around this time, there was an odd number of workers talking in the corner but no one else. Max had explained the entire Eva ordeal to O.C. just a month after her birth but she was the only one who knew - besides Alec of course. She could talk so freely with her about it, she felt she should be paying her for therapy sessions.
"Its just a thing thats been going on...recently." Max said, but quickly realized that what she said really didn't make sense. She started over. "Something I didn't- I really didn't expect."
"You ain't pregnant again, sista? Are you?" Max laughed.
"No!" she exclaimed and buried her hands over her face. "Eva is it. I mean, IT!"
"So whats the dealio? Cause it sounds like your givin' Original Cindy here the runn'around." Max reclined on the backside of her hand and smiled at nothing in particular. She couldn't hide what she felt inside her, no matter how wrong she knew it was. "I'm about to smack you if you don't start spillin' it soon!"
"I'm in love." Max said, frankly and finally with some freedom.
"With Logan, yeah, I know." Original Cindy replied like she was reminding Max. Max shook her head cautiously, the smile swept off her face as she reminded herself as well.
"I can't explain it, Cin. Its just over these past months, I've been really thinking about someone else. Someone..."
"God, girl, you ain' talkin' about Alec, are you?" Max really wasn't surprised Cindy got it right off the bat. Whenever Alec walked into work, it took more than just Sketchy coming up to her and asking her advice for a present for his girlfriend to drift her focus from his walking over to his locker and sitting down to put away his things. It took more than Normal yelling at her for being late to get her head out of the clouds whenever their eyes met. It took more than sleep to get that dream of Eva resting on his chest on a hammock as they sway in the wind.
"I love him." Max smiled into her hands, "I really love him." She just can't tell.....
Logan.
"Is there anything else I can do to help Eyes Only, Logan?" said the Asian man in the crisp Armani suit right before shutting the door of the McDonalds bathroom. Logan looked up from his wallet, the picture of Eva and Max beneath the plastic coat, and gave Matt a nod.
"Nah, thanks. I got to get this over to him as soon as possible though so I'll see ya later." Matt left with a wave as Logan stared back into the eyes of his wife. 'God, Max, what have you done?' he sighed, his heart dropping low in his chest. Shutting the wallet, Logan opened the folder Matt had given him and looked into the file marked 'Eva Cale', her birth records and all her check-up files. He couldn't go on living without knowing whether or not. It was yes or no, he just wasn't sure yet how to react if a 'yes' was the answer. He just couldn't imagine a life of waking in the morning to a child's cry that was not his own. Or wiping up after a little girl had poured a bowl of spaghetti on her head if it wasn't his own little girl. Those were moments he could log away in his mind forever, to tell her when she was older, saying how well Daddy took care of her. Of how much Daddy loved her. Logan shuttered and closed the folder.
"No!" he yelled aloud, thinking no one would hear. Just then, two feet appeared from behind the second stall. Logan stared, expecting the worst. It couldn't be the emailer. It couldn't. The boots were just standing there now, not moving. What was he waiting for? Logan got beside the sink and hailed for the man to come out, yelling loudly that he was armed. The boots did not move.
"What are you waiting for?!" Logan shouted, anxiously. He couldn't wait to clobber the guy and drag him off for questioning. The boots were slowly moving forward now. Logan lifted the folder up but silently scoffed to himself. Clobber him with the folder? Brilliant, just brilliant. He almost wished he was packing heat right now, just in case. But he had lied, though it was sort of stupid to leave without one. This entire day had him screwed up. The handle was moving now.
"Come on, out!" Logan said and lifted out his army knife. Not a solid guard but good enough for now.
"Don't hurt me!" spoke the voice of probably a very scared elderly man. Logan, alittle embarassed, snuck out before the stall door opened. Figuring he could have been alittle more tactful in getting a response from 'boots', he grew angry at himself and stormed out of the McDonalds. He'd get over to the hospital with the folder, visit Dr. Carr. Finally he'd know who Eva belonged to. Him or......
Alec.
"You there, boo? You look straight up trippin'." Orignal Cindy pointed out as she sat beside Max at the Jam Pony break room. Usually full around this time, there was an odd number of workers talking in the corner but no one else. Max had explained the entire Eva ordeal to O.C. just a month after her birth but she was the only one who knew - besides Alec of course. She could talk so freely with her about it, she felt she should be paying her for therapy sessions.
"Its just a thing thats been going on...recently." Max said, but quickly realized that what she said really didn't make sense. She started over. "Something I didn't- I really didn't expect."
"You ain't pregnant again, sista? Are you?" Max laughed.
"No!" she exclaimed and buried her hands over her face. "Eva is it. I mean, IT!"
"So whats the dealio? Cause it sounds like your givin' Original Cindy here the runn'around." Max reclined on the backside of her hand and smiled at nothing in particular. She couldn't hide what she felt inside her, no matter how wrong she knew it was. "I'm about to smack you if you don't start spillin' it soon!"
"I'm in love." Max said, frankly and finally with some freedom.
"With Logan, yeah, I know." Original Cindy replied like she was reminding Max. Max shook her head cautiously, the smile swept off her face as she reminded herself as well.
"I can't explain it, Cin. Its just over these past months, I've been really thinking about someone else. Someone..."
"God, girl, you ain' talkin' about Alec, are you?" Max really wasn't surprised Cindy got it right off the bat. Whenever Alec walked into work, it took more than just Sketchy coming up to her and asking her advice for a present for his girlfriend to drift her focus from his walking over to his locker and sitting down to put away his things. It took more than Normal yelling at her for being late to get her head out of the clouds whenever their eyes met. It took more than sleep to get that dream of Eva resting on his chest on a hammock as they sway in the wind.
"I love him." Max smiled into her hands, "I really love him." She just can't tell.....
Logan.
"Is there anything else I can do to help Eyes Only, Logan?" said the Asian man in the crisp Armani suit right before shutting the door of the McDonalds bathroom. Logan looked up from his wallet, the picture of Eva and Max beneath the plastic coat, and gave Matt a nod.
"Nah, thanks. I got to get this over to him as soon as possible though so I'll see ya later." Matt left with a wave as Logan stared back into the eyes of his wife. 'God, Max, what have you done?' he sighed, his heart dropping low in his chest. Shutting the wallet, Logan opened the folder Matt had given him and looked into the file marked 'Eva Cale', her birth records and all her check-up files. He couldn't go on living without knowing whether or not. It was yes or no, he just wasn't sure yet how to react if a 'yes' was the answer. He just couldn't imagine a life of waking in the morning to a child's cry that was not his own. Or wiping up after a little girl had poured a bowl of spaghetti on her head if it wasn't his own little girl. Those were moments he could log away in his mind forever, to tell her when she was older, saying how well Daddy took care of her. Of how much Daddy loved her. Logan shuttered and closed the folder.
"No!" he yelled aloud, thinking no one would hear. Just then, two feet appeared from behind the second stall. Logan stared, expecting the worst. It couldn't be the emailer. It couldn't. The boots were just standing there now, not moving. What was he waiting for? Logan got beside the sink and hailed for the man to come out, yelling loudly that he was armed. The boots did not move.
"What are you waiting for?!" Logan shouted, anxiously. He couldn't wait to clobber the guy and drag him off for questioning. The boots were slowly moving forward now. Logan lifted the folder up but silently scoffed to himself. Clobber him with the folder? Brilliant, just brilliant. He almost wished he was packing heat right now, just in case. But he had lied, though it was sort of stupid to leave without one. This entire day had him screwed up. The handle was moving now.
"Come on, out!" Logan said and lifted out his army knife. Not a solid guard but good enough for now.
"Don't hurt me!" spoke the voice of probably a very scared elderly man. Logan, alittle embarassed, snuck out before the stall door opened. Figuring he could have been alittle more tactful in getting a response from 'boots', he grew angry at himself and stormed out of the McDonalds. He'd get over to the hospital with the folder, visit Dr. Carr. Finally he'd know who Eva belonged to. Him or......
Alec.