A/N: Ok, so I lied. There's going to be one more chapter after this one. That is if anyone's still reading this after what I've done. That being said I'm not really happy with how this part came out. It didn't seem to flow as well as Part 1 did and I really struggled with it, however someone, and you know who you are, kept bugging me about getting this written so here it is. Oh and Jonathan if you're reading this I would really love to know what you think of it, I can't get much out of Brandi. Just don't ruin it for everyone else in the process.

"JAMES!"

I sat up gasping at Logan's frantic call, eyes immediately searching the room for him before relaxing when I caught sight of him standing in the doorway, a messy stack of newspapers and magazines clasped in his arms.

"James, have you seen these?" he asked me dropping the pile onto my lap. "These people are nuts!"

"What is it?" I asked groggily, my mind not quite function yet.

"It's the responses to the press release yesterday," he replied giving me a look that practically screamed 'duh'.

"Oh." Yesterday had been an interesting day to say the least. We had decided that it probably would have been best to make the announcement about the baby public ourselves before some tabloid got a hold of the story and turned it into something it wasn't. Not that it stopped them apparently as I caught sight of one of the many headlines.

"What in the world is a…. How do you even pronounce that?" I asked scanning the article half bewildered half amused.

"I don't know," he replied. "And that's one of the mild ones. This one makes me out to be some kind of freak of nature," he dug one of the magazines out of the pile and handed it to me before he dove back in for another one. "And this one claims that we're a couple of Martians from the Lost City of Atlantis which is apparently on the planet Pluto. Pluto's not even a planet Jamie!" he half screamed, gesticulating wildly as he paced back and forth.

"Hey! Hey," I said leaping out of bed to wrap my arms around him from behind, my hand going to rest on his slightly protruding stomach. "Calm down. These are just tabloids. You know they never get anything right."

He signed before turning in my arms to bury his face into my chest. "I know," he said, "but it's not just the tabloids. Most of the newspapers and major news stations just went through the interview and inserted a couple of public opinion pieces. Some of them though…" he trailed off. "Some of them got pretty nasty. It's the same ones from when we came out, and I don't know if I can do this again James. I don't know if I can walk down this road and still keep my sanity."

"Hey, it's going to be okay," I said tightening my arms around him. "We'll get through this together, just like last time. It'll die down in a few weeks and everything will go back to normal. You'll see."

"I hope you're right James."

I was. After a few months, the chaos had all but disappeared. Occasionally, some kind of weird article would pop up or a fan would approach us wanting to discover the truth for themselves, but for the most part we were able to go about our lives normally, or what resembled normal for us anyway.

Seven months into the pregnancy and things were going pretty smoothly. We had found out a few weeks ago that we were having a girl and I couldn't be happier. I was already envisioning long hours spend teaching her about perfect hair and clothes but on the flip side, I was also envisioning the nightmare that was going to be first boyfriends and the amount of threatening I was going to have to do. If our daughter came out looking anything like either Logan or I, we were going to beating them off with a stick. Or maybe I would just ask Carlos for a bazooka. I'm sure he could get one for me. The guy knew some strange people.

God, between Logan and I we were going to have one gorgeous kid. I mean I wasn't known as the pretty one for nothing, and Logan wasn't exactly a troll either… Yep, definitely investing in a bazooka. She wasn't going to be allowed to date until she was forty.

I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts when Logan gasped from his place beside me. "James," he said, "give me your hand." He pulled on my wrist, placing my hand palm down on his steadily growing stomach. At first nothing happened and I couldn't help but be disappointed. Logan had been able to feel the baby move for a while now, but every time I tried she seemed to go to sleep. Then I felt it, a tiny push against my hand as she kicked again, quite hard apparently as Logan winced.

"She's going to be one strong little kid," he muttered as he shifted to find a more comfortable position. "Ow!"

"Hey now," I said leaning down so I was speaking to his belly. "Stop that. You're hurting papa." A large smile broke out across my face as I felt her move, gently pushing against my hand as if in response to my words.

Logan relaxed, his free hand going to thread through my hair as I rested my head on his stomach, still murmuring softly to our daughter. Slowly, I felt her movements still as she gradually fell back asleep. Reluctantly, I sat up and threw my arm around Logan's shoulders, as he leaned against me tiredly. This was taking a lot out of him and he was sleeping more and more as the days went by, but I didn't mind. It gave me an excuse to hold him and watch him sleep, something that had always been a favorite pass time of mine, even before we got together. He looked so peaceful while he slept, the stress that he carried around with him during the day melted away.

He was so beautiful like this, brown hair tousled and his brow unmarred by the thoughts that constantly plagued him. His large rounded belly, swelled with my child, just added to his beauty in my opinion, and this right here, this moment in time, Logan asleep in my arms, our daughter pressed against my side, I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. As I drifted off to sleep, my head resting against Logan's, I couldn't help but think that my life was perfect. I had fame and fortune, and I had the best man in the entire universe to call my own with a gorgeous little girl on the way. Nope, life couldn't get any better than this.

-.-.-.-

Lightening pierced the darkness, illuminating the room briefly as I ran around frantically throwing things I thought Logan might need into a bag and generally just freaking out. He stood leaning against the wall by the door watching as I continued on my destructive trek, amused. How he was so calm I would never know. If it had been me I would be going out of my mind, much like I was now. I was never one to tolerate pain very well and watching as Logan winced his way through another contraction I was extremely grateful I wasn't the one in his position. None-the-less I was panicking enough for the both of us, especially when I passed one of the hall mirrors and caught sight of the state of my hair. "Oh my God," I whispered. "I've got to fix my hair." I stared in horror at my reflection until Logan's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"Go ahead," he said. "It's not like we're in a hurry or anything."

"Right," I shook myself out of it, pushing the thought to the back of my mind. "No time. No time. No time." I muttered resuming my frantic rushing.

"No seriously. I'm fine. Take your time."

I ignored him. "Did you call Kendall and Carlos?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, "They're going to meet us at the hospital."

"Good, good." I finally decided that I had anything he could possibly want stuffed haphazardly into the bag, and turned to usher him out the door. My hands shook as I reached for his arm, but he shook me off instead grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to slow down.

"James, take a deep breath and calm down. We've got time. There's no need panic, now breathe."

I did as I was told and slowly I felt the hysteria bleed away. I smiled down at him, grateful for his intervention before I passed out. I don't know what I would have done without him. He had always been my rock, calming me down when I got a little carried away, and talking me out of stupid things. Without him I was nothing, and a part of me was still awed at the fact that he was mine.

I cringed as his grip on my shoulders tightened, another contraction washing over his body. Suddenly I remembered where I was and what was happening at that moment and I took one more deep breath, blowing it out slowly, before I removed his hands from where they had a death-grip on my body and led him out the door and towards the elevators. It was time for our daughter to join the world and she waited for no one.

-.-.-.-

The elevator seemed to take forever to descend between the two floors and I cursed silently as I waited impatiently for it to come to a stop. The loud grinding noise that accompanied our sudden stop however, was not what I expected. The lights flickered once, twice, and then went out, plunging us into darkness before the eerie green glow of the emergency lighting kicked on. We were stuck. Great.

I watched as Logan reached for the emergency phone, explaining the situation to Bitters when he finally got around to answering the call. "Looks like we might be here a while," he said sinking down to sit leaning against the wall. "Bitters said the storm knocked out the power in the entire building and he doesn't know when they'll be able to get us out."

Fantastic. I paced the length of the car, panic once more bubbling up in my chest. I was restless, full of nervous energy, and I couldn't seem to sit still. Logan's eyes were trained on me, darting back and forth following my movements. Occasionally he would groan, his hand griping his thigh as a contraction hit, but beyond that he was still.

"How can you be so calm?" I asked turning to stand before him.

He shrugged. "I just am," he said. "I know everything's going to work out in the end, and I have faith in that." He patted the place beside him. "Come here."

He pulled me into his arms as I sat, murmuring into my hair. "Everything will be fine. We'll get through this together like always."

Two hours later, and we were still stuck in this stupid elevator. Logan had taken to holding my hand in a vice grip as the contractions got stronger and closer together.

"I don't think we can wait much longer, Jamie," he said hissing in pain. "I'm going to have to do this naturally."

"What? No, the doctor said it was too dangerous. You're supposed to be having a C-Section."

"I know, but I don't think we have much choice. She's coming. NOW!" he grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled me so that my face was inches from his.

"But Logan, this isn't really the best time…"

"Don't tell me, tell her!" he screamed through the contraction, panting as it dissipated. "You're going to have to help me, I can't do it alone."

He released my shirt. I fell backwards onto the floor laughing hysterically. "This isn't happening. This isn't real."

"James! Foucs!" He lightly slapped my face effectively snapping me out of it.

I shook my head. "Right. What do I do?"

Calmly, he coached me through the process, and before I knew it our daughter was sliding into my hands. Tears formed in my eyes as I gently placed her on Logan's chest.

"God, Logan, she's just as beautiful as I expected her to be."

Logan nodded, running his hand through the messy mop of brown hair. She was a perfect mix of both Logan and I, but when her eyes fluttered open I fell in love all over again. She had Logan's eyes.

"What are we going to name her?" he asked.

"How about Larissa?"

"Hmm… Larissa Jade Diamond. I like it," he said leaning up against me exhausted. "I'm so tired Jamie."

For the first time I noticed how weak his voice was and the pale color of his skin. In my excitement I had failed to notice the growing puddle of blood as he slowly continued to bleed.

"Logan?" I questioned, my voice shaking. "Logan, you're still bleeding. That's not normal is it?"

"No, but there's not really a whole lot we can do about it right now. This is what the doctor was afraid of; my body's just not made for this kind of thing, even with me being what I am… James I'm afraid."

I closed my eyes, trying desperately to hold back my tears as I held him closer to my body trying to silently reassure the both of us that everything would be okay. God, I hoped we got out of this elevator soon. For both of our sakes.

I don't know how long we sat there in silence, Logan slowly fading away from me with each ticking second, but finally the elevator lurched and once more began its descent. As the doors opened, paramedics rushed in tearing Logan away from my side and placing him on a stretcher.

"Sir?" one of them placed their hand on my shoulder as I sat in shock, covered in Logan's blood. I looked up at them expressionless, clutching Larissa to my chest. Quietly I stood and moved so that I was once more by Logan's side as he was wheeled out of the building and towards the awaiting ambulance.

-.-.-.-

I clutched Logan's hand as he was rushed immediately into the emergency room upon arrival at the very hospital we had gotten the news of Larissa's impending birth. I didn't want to let him go, terrified that this was the last time I would see him alive, but his hand was ripped from mine as I was forced out of the room, and Larissa was taken from me. I stood in the hallway, lost and forgotten. Vaguely, I could hear the doctors and nurses shouting in the room behind me as they tried desperately to save his life. I could just make out the words but they meant nothing to me, being nothing more than medical jargon that I couldn't understand.

There had been so much blood. I ran my hands through my hair, no longer caring what it looked like. As long as Logan was alright, nothing else mattered. I paced the hallway, tears blurring my vision as I waited, hoping, praying, that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. I didn't know what I was going to do if he left me. I felt empty without him and didn't think I would survive.

"Mr. Diamond?" my head whipped around in the direction of the voice that had managed to penetrate my thoughts. My eyes narrowed in on the doctor as he stood in Logan's doorway. The look on his face said it all, and my world crumbled.

"No, God, please no."

"I'm so sorry," he said. "By the time he got here, there wasn't much we could do. He lost too much blood."

I collapsed to the floor, numb. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to wake up from the nightmare, because this couldn't be anything else. Nothing else was possible, nothing else made sense. There was just no way Logan was gone. My thoughts spun out of control as the doctor left me to my misery.

Sometime later, I dragged myself to my feet and staggered towards the waiting room where I knew Kendall and Carlos would be. I was still numb and a large part of me was in denial but I couldn't sit in that hallway forever. Not when it was so close to where Logan lay, still and unmoving. As soon as I exited the doors they approached me huge smiles on their faces, expecting good news, but what I had to tell them was anything but.

"James?" Carlos asked his smile fading as he took me in. I must have looked awful, my hair messy, my shirt covered in blood, and my face red and blotchy from crying. "James, what happened? Is it the baby?"

I shook my head, unable to speak as I choked back another sob.

"James, come on dude, you're scaring me," Kendall reached out to touch my shoulder and I flinched.

"The... the baby's fine," I managed to force out past the lump in my throat. "It… it's Logan." I paused squeezing my eyes shut. "Guys… Logan didn't make it."

It was like someone had opened the flood gates and I shook with the force of my sobs as I was no longer able to hold back my tears.

Carlos stood before me for a few seconds, eyes wide and face drained of color before he pulled me into his arms rocking me slightly. Distantly I felt Kendall wrap himself around my back, and between the two of them they held me as all three of us cried.