The ride to the airport had been horrid. It would have been best if Cuddy didn't try talking to Logan which pissed her off. When she was wanting a baby she had never thought her child would be such a . . . Brat. Yes, she loved Logan but she'd never imagined him to be such a little hand full. He'd been spatting back at her on anything she said which ultimately won him not going to the bloody swimming pool she had promised. That shut him up and he simply frowned, not looking at her until they reached the gate where he began another little tantrum.

Her sister had told her to give him a little spank on his thigh or a pat on his mouth but she was against that. She was aware that her son would throw great tantrums whenever he didn't get what he wanted. And who wouldn't be pissed off? Of course that doesn't justify his fussy words.

At times she wondered if she was doing a good job as a mother. Logan was a sweet kid, smart and funny. It was when he was angry that he had problems. Nobody said parenting would be easy but then again, she was the only one doing it. She was alone.

They had reached the airport in time despite their little mishap at home but when they reached the gate, it was as if Logan had some sort of shot of reality because he now refused to get on the plane.

"No!" he shouted and the ones in line giving their tickets turned their necks. "I'm not going! You can't make me!"

"I sure can!" she hissed back through clenched teeth. She reached her arm to grab him but he bounced away from her reach and she was going to have to leave her handbags if he decided to run. He'd done it before. Nobody told her public embarrassment was part of the job.

"Logan . . . Please, be quiet and let's get on the plane. You have a window seat." She tried sweetly but all she got was another raspy "no" and his arms folding against his chest as if that was the final offer.

"Well then I'll leave you here all alone and we'll see how you like it." She motioned to walk away when she heard a soft yet smug little voice, "you would never leave me."

When she looked back he was standing with his arms folded still and his face pointing away, up to the ceiling, eyes closed, brows archer and his lips were forming a little pout. He was lucky he was cute.

She let out an exasperated sigh and threw her arms down in defeat, "you're right I do love you . . . With all my heart," she tried but he still held the same posture and expression.

"Now could we get on the plane?" she asked pushing him with her palm spread on his back tried but what she got was that big raspy no of his and his feet apparently stuck to the ground.

"Logan come on, move." She looked at him with defeated eyes and she was getting out of breath struggling, trying to make him move. He wasn't that strong nor heavy but he was at the moment with the handbags she had.

She was about to set the bags down to be able to take him in her arms with better access when she heard an amused chuckle nearly next to her.

"Does this amuse you?" She looked at the man that wouldn't stop laughing and had a heart melting grin curled on his face. Though she didn't notice how attractive he was, she was far to busy.

"As a matter of fact . . . It does."

She had not been looking at him and he was now scrunched down in front of Logan. "Do you want to get on the plane?"

Logan looked at him crossly and spat no. What made this guy he think he could make him want to get on the plane? Did he not see the little show they were making? Well, obviously since he was laughing at her.

"But what if I told you . . ." he looked up at Cuddy as if seeking her approval and continued, "that you can get in the cockpit. Would you like to go in the plane now?"

Cuddy frowned and studied his clothing. He was in uniform, his captain's hat on hand. She had missed that aswell. She didn't, however, miss her son's eager yes.

"Ah, but you have to wait until everyone leaves the plane. Can you do that . . . Quietly?"

Logan nodded and the pilot continued, "but you can't give mummy any trouble." He pointed his finger at him and Logan looked up at Cuddy, telling her with a smile that he'd be good.

Logan couldn't keep still on his seat and Cuddy couldn't help think about that pilot. It was his charming grin that got to her and the way he made Logan change his mind so quickly. Well, what kid wouldn't if they were promised to get in the cockpit?

He wouldn't stop asking her when the plane would land and if he could go with the pilot now instead of later. When the stewardess informed they'd be landing, he couldn't stop shaking his mother's shoulder, trying to get her attention from her iPhone. Once he did, he whispered enthusiastically to her ear, "I'm going to sit on the pilots seat."

"If they let you."

"The man will."

"What gave you that idea? He said you could only see it."

"But look at me," he gave his mother a big smile with his arms spread out as if saying 'ta-da I'm irresistibly cute'. Yes, she had defiantly boosted his ego way too much and he was probably going to be a jerk in high school.

Cuddy could only scoff and bother him a little more, she loved pressing his buttons. "The pilot only told you that so you'd shut up and get on the plane. He's not really going to let you in the cockpit."

"Oh yes!"

"Hush. Put on your seat belt or else your airplane seat will explode."

Logan's eyes nearly darted out of his face as his eyebrows arched and his jaw dropped. She looked at him with a soft smile on her lips and assured him it wasn't really going to explode.

After a short moment when people where getting up to get their handbags, Cuddy and Logan stayed seated and he whispered, "did he really lie?"

She then regretted what she told her son but he was bothering her so she bothered him back. She usually got down to his level when she felt playful. "No. I lied to you."

He gasped and gave her an evil eye, "Mummy, you're mean."

"Ha ha, and you're annoying." She couldn't help but smirk when he shrugged. Once most of the passengers were out, she grabbed her belongings and walked down the hall whilst Logan bolted through her and peaked his head through the cockpit's curtain.

"Mum, you have to see this!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

"You're not walking fast enough."

As Logan tried very hard to look and not touch, placing his hands behind his back as his mother had taught him, the pilot couldn't stop leering over Cuddy. "Are you visiting Michigan or coming back home?"

Cuddy took her eyes off her son for a moment, "I'm on a business trip."

"You bring your child on a business trip?"

Logan stopped watching the monitors and looked up at the man, "my mummy fixes sick people."

"Ah, a doctor."

"The best doctor there ever is," Logan added proudly.

"I'm really the Dean of Medicine."

"But you're a doctor," the pilot pointed at Logan, "so he says."

That got a laugh out of her and she added, "yes that would be true."

He looked at the child, then got his attention back at her, "would you like to go get something to eat?"

Cuddy hesitated for a moment, he seemed like a nice man but and she really didn't know why she felt as if she should reject his offer. She didn't want Logan to get attached to a man that might leave but there was something else too. "I really need to be at the hotel in about an hour. I don't have time."

"Then how about we go see a movie later? There must be some cartoon film playing."

"Despicable Me!" Logan added enthusiastically.

"I'm really going to be busy, I still have to finish a speech for tomorrow morning, I—"

"It's fine. I understand."

Cuddy could see he was a bit disappointed and couldn't help but feel bad, he was being very nice. She looked down at Logan who was obviously very toned in on the conversation and wasn't pleased at her either, "well perhaps I could finish the speech short and could make a tiny sacrifice and go out."