Chapter 18

Even though Logan had promised himself that he wouldn't, Logan cried. He cried for his dad, cried for the men that had died trying to save him, and he cried for his mother. When they had returned home on the night of the rescue, it had been decided that Logan's oldest brother would be the one to tell the queen of her husband's death. Since that night she has been in the hospital room awaiting her death. Her doctor gave her little more than a month to live.

Since she was no longer able to take care of herself, let alone a kingdom, Sara Mitchell lost her kingdom of Camelot. From the night of his father's death and on, Andrew Mitchell, the oldest prince became king.

The decision of what should happen to his father's body and what should happen to Mr. Bitter's servants fell to him. The decision of what was going to happen to Mr. Bitters also fell to him, but he had already decided that Mr. Bitter's body would be burned and thrown in the lake, Kendall had heartily agreed to that. Finally Andrew decided that he would bury his father next to his own father. And once his mother died, he would bury her next to her husband. The slaves had all been executed, then burned, and then thrown into the ocean next to their master.

The funeral was held on the day of the queen's death so that they could be buried together. All of her children had been able to say goodbye to her including Logan who had been but on bed rest for the remainder of his pregnancy. After she died, she had been cleaned and dressed and prepared for her funeral. She had literally died of a broken heart.

After the funeral Logan sat in the gardens picking the petals off of a red rose, crying. Each petal fell in sync with each teardrop. Soon it started to rain, but Logan didn't care, his mother and father were gone and it was all his fault. If he hadn't been stupid enough to get himself kidnapped then none of this would have happened and his parents wouldn't have died. He wouldn't have killed a man.

All of a sudden there was a presence behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Logan?" Kendall whispered gently.

Logan didn't turn around. Kendall sighed softly and sat down next to his husband.

"It's okay now. We're okay now. The only thing we have to worry about now is changing a stinky baby and that is going to be very soon."

Logan smiled at him.

"I can't wait till we have our baby Kendall. We are going to love are baby and care for him or her."

"Him." Said Kendall

"How do you know?"

"I keep having this dream and in this dream our baby is a boy named Ryan so I just know."

Logan's smiled finally reached his eyes. "Ryan," He whispered softly to his stomach.

Kendall rubbed the rounded belly softly. "Hey baby," He said.

He got a small thump in return. Logan giggled. "He kicked! Kendall, he must have heard you."

That night things had finally gotten better and the future had finally become brighter for everyone.

Alex searched everywhere for his wife and finally he had found her. He heard the scream of a baby and yelled in delight. They were going to be a family. They were okay. Alex pushed open the door to see a room full of dead bodies and one naked, alive, and screaming baby in the middle of the room. The baby had blonde hair with dark blue eyes. Both him and his wife had brown hair and brown eyes. He looked around at all of the bodies of the dead women and came across one with a dead baby between her legs that looked very similar to his wife.

Alex screamed.

Maybe things weren't so good for everyone.

Sorry for such the long wait I have been really lazy and life kind of got in the way, but here is the next chapter. Sorry if it is so short. This kind of came to me and I didn't want to lose it.