Title: Daddy for a Day
Pairing: Clay/Logan
"Hey buddy…" the blonde whispers softly as he bends down to Logan's level. "Would it be alright if we spent some time together today? Just me and you…"
Logan's nose scrunches up with confusion. "But I thought you didn't want to spend time with me…"
"That's not true Logan," Clay shakes his head. He feels so guilty because he damaged his son. And he made his own son hate him. What kind of a person just forgets their own son? It's something that he will never forgive himself for. "I told you, I got really sick after your mother died and it was better if you lived with your grandparents. But I'm better now and I want to get to know you."
"You forgot me," Logan whispers quietly. "I can hear grown-ups talking. You forgot about me!"
"Alright, sit down buddy," Clay instructs, shutting his blue eyes momentarily. "I did forget about you. But I was sick. I developed a condition as a result of losing your mother that made me forget all parts of my life that reminded me of your mother; you being one of them. I blocked out those memories because I was in pain. But, I regret it so much. I don't expect you to forgive me right now. But, can we at least try spending some time together. Just like we did before you knew that I was your father?"
He was glad that Sarah's parents had finally allowed him to spend some alone time with Logan. And with every breath, he prayed to god that Logan would accept his offer.
"It's okay with grandma and grandpa?" he whispers quietly.
Clay nods, cracking a smile as he holds his hand out. "What do you say Logan, we can just go get some ice cream and maybe hang out in the park…"
"I do like ice cream…" the little boy ponders as he taps his chin thoughtfully. Hesitantly, he accepts Clay's awaiting hand and the blonde sports agent feels his heart melt with the simple touch of his son. "But we have to ask grandma and grandpa first."
"No way! You like vanilla too?" Logan squeals excitedly, easing the tension that has been lingering in the air since they've stepped outside of the house.
"Of course," Clay cracks a wide smile, pearly whites gleaming. "There are over a hundred flavors of ice cream here but I always choose Vanilla."
"Me too," Logan nods as he accepts his cone and licks the creamy treat.
"Have you ever played baseball before?" Clay questions as they step outside of the ice cream shop and cross the street, heading into the park.
Logan shakes his head no. "It looks fun though."
"Well…" Clay grins, steering them in the direction of the batting cage. "Would you like to try?"
Logan nods his head eagerly. "YES!" Excitement courses through the young child's veins as they approach the batting cage.
"Here," Clay smiles as he holds the bat out to Logan. "Just hold it like this," he demonstrates, holding onto the bat's handle as they wait for the ball. "It's all about timing."
The ball flies by them and smashes into the metal cage as a look of disappointment crosses Logan's face. "I suck at this…"
"It takes a lot of practice but you can do it," Clay encourages. "One more shot buddy."
The ball comes flying at them and Logan raises the bat, hitting the ball with the tip and sending it sailing into the opposite side of the metal cage. "I did it!"
"Yes you did," Clay grins from ear to ear as he wraps his arms around Logan. "I knew you could do it."
"Well, it's getting late. Your grandparents want you home right away," Clay sighs as he glances at his watch.
As they approach the front door, Logan turns to Clay and smiles. "That was the best day ever… Maybe we could do this more often?"
"Of course we can, you can call me anytime you need anything," Clay smiles as he pulls the door open.
"Thank you dad… I had so much fun today," Logan grins as he wraps his petit arms around Clay's legs.
"You're welcome son," Clay whispers, his heart melting with Logan's words and embrace.
As he retreats down the steps, towards his car, Clay can't help but smile widely. He wanted every day to be like today for the rest of his life. He was finally ready to be a father.