HI, MY READERS! Sorry it's taken so long to update. I have been busy and have had some trouble writing this chapter, but thanks to paperspiral this chapter is complete. Please enjoy and please review at the end. It will make my day to know that you like the chapter. I worked hard on it. This means nightmare in this chapter.

Chapter 12

Five Months Pregnant

Logan woke up to the pup kicking him. He sat up and looked at the clock on his nightstand. 7:00 am. He yawned, smiling. He looked at his belly and smiled again as the pup kicked him. He looked at Victor and shook him him awake.

"Victor? Victor? Wake up."

Victor sat up, half awake. "What, Jimmy. . .?"

Logan grabbed Victor's hand and put it on his belly. "Just wait a second."

Victor nodded and then he felt the pup kick. Victor's face brightened up and he grinned. He kissed Logan's cheek and then kissed his belly. Victor set his head on Logan's belly, listening to the baby move around. It kicked again and again.

"I think the pup wants ya to talk," Logan said.

Victor nodded. "Hey, there my little darlin'," Victor said to the pup.

The pup kicked hard against Victor's ear.

"The pup's excited," Logan said, smiling.

"Yeah," Victor said. "Let's go get some breakfast."

Logan nodded and got out of the bed and Victor did, too. Victor led him down to the kitchen. They arrived in the kitchen and Logan sat at the island and Victor started getting breakfast ready.

"What do ya want for breakfast?" Victor asked.

"An omelet with cheddar cheese, peppers, bacon, ham, and M&M's," Logan said.

Victor nodded and smiled as he started making the omelet. Logan leaned back in the chair and with a hand resting on his stomach. It only took a few minutes to make the omelet. Victor put the finished omelet on a plate and grabbed a fork then gave them to Logan.

"Thanks, Vic," Logan said and started eating his breakfast.

"Yer welcome," he said and got himself some breakfast and got he and Logan some coffee.

Logan finished up his omelet and drank his coffee. He smiled at Victor. He looked out the window and sighed some. He hadn't visited the dead pup's grave in a long time. He'd have to go visit it soon.

That night, Logan was tossing and turning as he slept, having a nightmare. Logan mumbled in his sleep.

Logan was walking down a street in town. He was alone and it seemed that people didn't notice him. Logan smiled and had a hand on his belly and his other hand was carrying a bag. He walked down the street some more and he saw his car he parked earlier. He grabbed his keys from his pocket and put the key in the car lock, ready to open it, but then out of nowhere a car horn was blaring.

Logan turned his head to the car horn and the next thing he knew, a car came out of nowhere and hit him, sending him back some feet. Logan landed on his side and yelp in pain. Logan couldn't move. He felt paralyzed. He then heard ambulance sirens. Logan then found himself being wheeled on a gurney to the emergency room. There were mumbled voices everywhere.

"What's happenin'?" he asked.

Soon he was in taken to a room and he was set onto a bed they used sisscors and carefully, but quickly removed his clothes and replaced them with a hospital gown. Logan was then hooked up to machines. There were doctors everywhere, moving all around and they were talking.

"Someone please tell me what's happenin'..."

It was as if the doctors and nurses didn't hear him. They kept talking and talking.

"How many months pregnant is he?" The head doctor asked.

"Fives months," the female nurse said.

"Cause of his injuries?"

"I was injured?" Logan said.

"A car hit him. The car had no brakes," the nurse said.

A beeping was heard over the commotion. It was the heart monitor Logan was hooked up to. Logan's eyes closed and he felt a shot of pain and he cried out as his water broke. He arched his back in pain as a contraction hit. Then another hit and Logan cried out louder.

"His water broke," the nurse said. "The contractions are hitting him fast."

Logan cried out even louder.

"The baby is coming!" the nurse said.

Logan howled. "Where is my husband?"

The doctors and nurses helped Logan onto a birthing chair and the doctor got between Logan's legs and put on gloves.

"We called him. He's on his way. Now push," the head doctor said.

Logan howled again and pushed. Logan screamed as he pushed again. screamed bloody murder on the final push and he fell back against the chair. The doctor held the four months premature baby in his arms and cut the cord. But there was something wrong. The baby girl didn't cry. Didn't move. Didn't breathe.

The doctor sighed as he gave the standstill baby to the nurse. He looked at Logan as the nurse set the baby in her hospital crib and pulled the blanket over her. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Howlett. Your baby is dead."

Logan screamed as he quickly sat up. He breathed heavily, sweat pouring off his body and tears streaming down his face. He broke down crying from fear of the nightmare. Victor sat up, wide awake from Logan's scream. He saw him crying and wrapped his arms around him as Logan buried his face in Victor's shoulder, sobbing.

"It's okay, Jimmy," Victor said. "It's okay."

Logan told him about the nightmare. He was scared to death. "It was awful! The baby was dead! DEAD!"

Victor held him, rocking him. "Shhhhh...It's okay. It's okay. It was only a dream. It ain't real."

"It felt real," Logan said. "The pup was a girl and she was four months premature."

"It's okay," he said. "But why did ya have the nightmare? What triggered it?"

"I think it was because of the dead pup. In the dream there was a car involved, I was injured and the baby was born standstill," Logan said. "Ain't visited the pup's grave in a long while and I thought 'bout the pup earlier today."

"We'll go visit the pup in the mornin'," Victor said, looking at the the digital clock. "It's two in the mornin'."

Logan nodded and they tried to get back to sleep.