Kendall's P.O.V.
I wasn't ready for this. It was like I was going to watch her get born all over again. I hated how nervous I was for this day to play out. It started off bad, with a bad coughing fit, that made m dizzy and tired, making me stay in bed for a few minutes, upon Logan's orders. He went around the house, cleaning up and getting it ready for tonight. After almost 20 minutes he came back in, to check on me. I loved seeing his goofy little grin nowadays because it was so real. It was so Logan. He walked over to my side of the bed and climbed on putting his hands outside my head. I was on my side, so when he bent down, he kissed onto my temple. I closed my eyes, smiling small and sighed out. "You seem more relaxed." I nodded snuggling deeper into the bed and my pillow. "We have to leave in an hour so don't go back to sleep." I couldn't help but chuckle hearing him be typical Logan to me. He must always be on time for things. It gets kind of annoying but I still love him for it.
"My chest doesn't burn anymore, but…that cough really knocked the wind out of me." Another kiss was placed to my cheek this time and I opened my eyes. "I don't want you to think I'm being negative but I don't think I'm going to like this guy." A loud groan boomed in my ear and he quickly jumped off me, and off the bed. I sat up fast smiling small seeing him walking to the bathroom. "I don't think it's very fair you and Maggie get to force this on me."
"It's not about you stud." I kicked the blankets off me and got out of the bed, stretching my sore tired legs. "You would think a guy with a nice steady job, his own place, his own car…and even the fact that his job is to save lives, would give him a head start with you." I leaned against the frame of the bathroom and watched him wash his face. The way his fingertips worked the soap around his face, was so gentle and careful. "You know…I really hate when you do that." I laughed and walked in, grazing his butt in a pair of tight jeans with my hand and walked to the toilet.
"DO what?" He sighed irritated and I lifted the lid on the toilet to take a pee.
"Watch me." I laughed louder this time and put my head back groaning quietly starting to pee. "Don't laugh. You do it all the time creep-o."
"I only watch you because you're so God damn cute. Not my fault. Yours." This time he laughed and I turned to look at him. Now he was doubled over, eyes squeezed closed tight, and washing the soap off with water. I quickly flushed the toilet, and walked to the sink right next to his and turned it on, washing my hands. "What time is he coming over?" I stared down at my hands hearing him grab the towel behind us on the wall and dry his face.
"After he gets off work at 5. Maggie said he's going to go home first and change, and then come over. Is that alight with you?" I rolled my eyes and felt a sharp slap to my butt but ignored him. "After we go to the doctors we need to go to the store. I took inventory, and noticed those kids are eating us out of house and home."
"Well we do have a pregnant girl living here." I quietly reminded him looking up at the mirror and seeing him standing right behind me, staring at me with arms crossed over his chest. "What are you staring at?" He stuck out his tongue and turned walking out of the bathroom.
"You don't like it do you?!" He shouted from the room and I frowned bending over and splashing water on my face.
He made the bed and cleaned up around our room while I got changed and brushed my teeth. When I was done and we walked downstairs, my nerves were creeping up making it difficult for me to want to eat the breakfast Logan had made. It was just a simple egg and bacon breakfast but I could hardly swallow the first bite. He gave me a concerned look but I shook him off, telling him my stomach was just a little upset. That wasn't far from the truth, but I couldn't tell him I was scared. This wasn't a normal checkup. This was the day I was going to find out if all the medication, and radiation therapy was paying off and I was going to be fine again. There was a small doubt in my mind, and I even think in my doctors mind that I would be "cured" fully so to speak. But I wouldn't tell Logan that, because he was set in his way. He knew I was fine and healthy, and there was no way you could change his mind.
Our drive to the doctor's office was cold and a little quiet. I held Logan's hand softly while he drove, all smiles. I had hoped it wouldn't have to take very long, but like always we had to wait out in the waiting room for almost 30 minutes before the nurse even called me back. I did the usual things, like I always did. The first was of course, getting on the scale and seeing how skinny I was. However, this time was different. I looked down at the numbers like always but when I saw the three numbers in green pop up, I almost passed out. I turned to look back at Logan who was looking at a picture on the wall, still smiling. I softly hit his arm and pointed to the numbers. He walked next to me and glanced down, smile fading. "My goodness Mr. Knight!" I turned to my other side to see the nurse looking at the numbers but writing them down. I stared back to the numbers and slowly shook my head.
"Baby…you're…you're back to your normal weight." I turned to see Logan still looking at the numbers. "That's a good sign…right Rachel."
"Hell yes it is." I frowned hating that they were getting the hopes up for probably nothing. I stepped off the scale and took my coat from Logan who quickly got on his toes and kissed my lips. I pulled away fast and forced a smile letting him lead me out of the small room, after Rachel who seemed to bouncing on her toes happiness oozing from every pore.
Just as I had expecting, this visit wasn't going to be a good. Especially when my usual doctor walked in with two other men. They introduced themselves as special doctors who deal with cancer patients, and that made Logan stand right behind and squeeze onto my arm. One of the doctors, Dr. Parson, was the first to clear his throat and turn to me, a huge smile on his face. "I'm afraid were going to have to start calling you the miracle case of the whole world." I frowned slightly feeling Logan's grip tighten as he stepped forward a little. "Mr. Knight…in my years of being a doctor, not one of my patients has healed as rapidly as you, with such high marks." I raised my eyebrows turning to my Doctor, doctor Peterson and he sighed pushing off the counter he was leaning on.
"I had mapped out how long the treatment and medicine would take to work and kill off the cancer cells, and I told you February but from what my associates have told me, the reason this has worked so quickly was because your immune system is growing stronger and with the help of the pills, and radiation, your body as fought, and killed this thing like a regular old boxer. Your body didn't give up, it didn't stop working, which in the end benefitted you greatly. Kendall…Logan…you're cancer free. Completely…you have…cured yourself of cancer, the first one to do it…uhm ever." I heard a hard breath leave my body as two arms, shaking, wrapped around my neck and pulled me in hard so every inch of skin on my face was kissed by two soft, trembling wet lips. I heard the doctors say they would give us a minute, and even saw them walk out, smiling and clapping each other on the back. As soon as the door shut Logan was in front of me and pressing his lips hard into my own. My hands found his hips and instead of gripping and pulling them towards me, I pushed back. He stepped back, hands resting softly on my shoulders and gave me a very hurt look.
"What's wrong?"
"You kissed James." His hands fell off my body and he took a few more steps back. He wiped his face quick and I couldn't believe now, out of all the time I could have brought this up, I chose now. "You let him lie to me Logan. You went to that man when our marriage was barely holding on and you kissed him. Why?" He turned away quick and I shook my head. "You don't understand what that does to me. The thought that through heartache and pain we suffered as a family, you chose to go to him. Again. Did you think that me being cancer free meant that everything that had happened in the past year would just go away and I'd be okay with how you treated me? How you treated our kids?" It was like word vomit and I couldn't stop it. I desperately wanted to but hearing my life was extended by at least 20 years just put things in perspective. "Samantha and Joey not only had to see me sick as a dog but they had to see you break down mentally. And Maggie? Too afraid and ashamed to come to either of us with her serious problems because she didn't want to get in the middle of our serious problems. This family is not okay Logan. I may be healthy again, and I may have my physical strength back but my mind is running a thousand miles a minute and I can't slow down. I'm happy and I'm grateful I'm not sick anymore but…" I stopped seeing him wiping under his eyes again. His head was hanging low like a dog's after being scolded. He was crying, quietly but slowly getting louder. He was shaking again. He was worried again, like 20 years ago, when I found out him and James had sex, that I was going to leave him. If I could read Logan's mind he was probably yelling at himself, telling him himself he deserved this brutal verbal abuse, and that if I left him, it would only be his fault. It killed me to know I was the cause for the tears and the horrible thoughts probably running through his head and regretted everything I told him. I pushed myself off my seat and walked into him slowly, pulling him in quick. He didn't make a move to wrap around me, he just stood there and shook and cried, while I held him. I put a hand on the back of his head and one around his back laying my cheek on his bald head. I closed my eyes listening to him cry and feeling him shake. "I'm sorry Logan." His arms moved quick and wrapped tight around me. His head laid on my chest and he let out a shaky breath.
"I'm-I'm sorry…I lied…I kissed him…I've been an awful parent…I've been an awful husband-husband." I squeezed my eyes tighter and pulled him in closer. "I put myself-myself in destruct mode. I-I didn't want to go on with my life…if you weren't there Kendall-Kendall." There was a small hiccup that left his mouth and I turned my head quick, kissing his head. "I don't…I don't know how to make anything right Kendall. With you…the kids-kids. They hate me." I frowned and pulled him away softly to look at his face. It was red and stained with tears. Tears that were my fault. I put my hands on his face and gently started to wipe them away.
"They don't hate you. I don't hate you. Don't lie again Logan. And don't kiss him again because I swear to God I'll go postal." His eyes closed as he nodded and the door behind us opened. I turned quick and smiled and Jim. "I'm sorry Jim…is it alright if we leave?"
"Of course…just come back when you can. Anytime. I can move stuff around." I nodded and wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulders walking him to the door. It stayed quiet as I set him in the passenger seat. He had calmed down considerably but still clung to my arm like it was his life support. When we got home we walked in the house and he dragged me up stairs. We fell on the bed tangled in each other's arms and just held each other, there. There was probably a million people I needed to call about my news, but didn't. Just stayed holding him, letting him calm down, and eventually fall asleep. I wasn't far behind.
When we were woken, it was hard to get us untangled. My body was sore and stiff from our positioning, and he was reluctant to get up. But there was soft knocks coming from our door, and a small voice not audible. I pushed myself up, making Logan fall on his back, and groan. I yawned rubbing my face and gently rubbed his chest. "Daddy?" It was Sam's small voice outside our door, and it made me look to the clock on Logan's nightstand. Just a little past 5, which meant we slept most of the day away. Logan sat up fast hearing Sam and also looked at the clock. "Poppa?" Logan jumped out of bed first and walked to our door, hallway closed when he pulled it open Sam was standing alone with wide worried eyes. However seeing Logan and then me on the bed, made her relax and she rushed into Logan's legs. "I was so worried about you and daddy poppa!" Logan chuckled softly and bent down picking her up. "Chris and Maggie said we aren't having a dinner anymore." I yawned again climbing out of bed as well and walked to them, just as they stepped out of the room. "They said we don't have food so we can't eat." I laughed seeing Logan panic slightly realizing we didn't make it to the store to go grocery shopping.
"We are going to eat sweetheart…we'll just call in some Chinese or maybe pizza." Sam started bouncing on Logan's hip as we walked down stairs. As soon as we got there and stepped in the kitchen I froze in my place. Chris and Rose were sitting at the bar with Joey on Chris's lap looking at Chris's laptop. But Maggie…Maggie was sitting on the counter with a boy between her legs, leaning into her. They were kissing. No scratch that…they were hardcore making out. Logan stopped short noticing them and awkwardly cleared his throat. The guy jumped back and Maggie hopped off the counter.
"Poppa daddy…uhm…this…this is Josh. Josh…these are my parents."