I had another totally random idea and when I tried to outline it, I had accidentally made half a story. Figured I'd see where it went and…well, here we are now.

Honestly, I'm not sure how this idea came about. Part of me wanted to give some pathos to Logan because I'm a sucker for character growth and also because despite who he is, people still seem to like him. I also kinda wanted to make Zoey and Chase suffer a little because the show always found a way to make it about them when there was clearly something else to be interested in or other things could have been expanded on—plus Zoey & Chase are the Ross and Rachel equivalent and even Ross & Rachel got tiresome.

While this fic is a direct follow-up, it can be read as a standalone. One or two things may be mentioned from my previous story (What Do You Know, Zo?), but I think this one's also okay to read on its own. Heads up: this has just a little bit more profanity than the last one, but I promise it serves the plot.

And I'm sure you want to do that now.

A tired looking Zoey shuffled into Logan and Quinn's kitchen with a groggy Chase lagging behind her, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Good morning?" Quinn posed that as a question from her spot at the table while her husband looked them over like he was passing judgement.

"Coffee, please," Zoey sleepily requested as Chase let out a massive yawn and bobbed his head as an indication that he also wanted caffeine.

Quinn had managed to stand up and head in the direction of the coffee bar—because of course Logan had a coffee bar—when she felt herself being held back. "Um, hi," Logan had a hold of her wrist, "what are you doing?"

"Getting Zoey and Chase coffee?" Quinn's inflection made her answer seem like a question.

"They can get it themselves."

"They're our guests. A good host makes sure their guests are taken care of."

"Guests? Those moochers?"

"We're right here, Dude," Chase pointed out.

Chase went ignored as Logan's eyes gestured down toward Quinn's protruding bump. "You're not even supposed to have coffee."

"Doesn't mean I can't be near coffee," Quinn countered back.

"Quinn," Zoey started as she sat at the table, "can you even reach the shelf with the mugs?"

"Seriously?! Sheesh, it's like none of you have ever been around a pregnant woman before."

"Said the pregnant woman who caused an explosion in our garage last month," Logan retorted back.

"My pregnancy brain mixed up basic units of measurements and caused a minor chemical reaction one time. Let it go."

"I did tell you not to do your experiment, but you went ahead and did it anyway. You don't listen for shit."

"Swear jar!" oddly enough, both Quinn and Logan said this at the same time.

This seemed to perk Zoey's interest. "Swear jar?"

"Logan's idea," Quinn told them as she readied the coffee.

"Money making scheme?" Chase guessed.

Logan scoffed. "No!" He then contemplated something. "Although…"

"Logan!" Quinn admonished.

"I'm not gonna take money from my own child! Besides, you're the one who inspired the jar."

"How so?" Zoey inquired.

"My vocabulary tends to be a tad more…" Quinn considered what word to use, "…profane if I get a little stressed."

"Or competitive," Logan was compelled to add.

"Bite me."

"I'll waive the fee for you."

"Smug bastard."

"Love you too, Babe."

Zoey chuckled. "So you put the money in the jar anytime anyone swears around the baby?"

"Yep."

"I assume the money going into the jar is for the baby?"

"We're gonna use it to open their first bank account once they're born."

"Logan and I are also trying to cut down on the casual cursing," Quinn added. "A baby's mind is like a sponge; it absorbs everything. We gotta be careful not to say or do anything that will stick with them."

"Did you guys know that at sixteen weeks a baby's ears are developed enough to hear you talk?" Interestingly enough, Logan was the one declaring a science related fact.

This seemed to impress Chase. "No shit?"

"Dude!"

"Crap! My bad, Bro."

"I'll let this one slide, but next time you swear around the baby, you put money in the jar."

"Aww," Zoey swooned. "I think that's cute that you know that, Logan."

"Logan's keeping track on the baby's development," Quinn proudly explained as she brought a coffee to Zoey.

"Logan's reading?" Chase's remark earned a sneer from Logan. "In my defense, it's weird to see you spouting out facts and retaining information."

"A lot of the stuff I've read is really cool," Logan noted. "Some websites even tell you how big the baby should be. Quinn's at twenty weeks now and the baby is the size of a banana." Zoey and Chase did make some impressed sounds at that. "This should actually be the point in the fifth month where Quinn starts to feel the baby move!"

"I have felt the baby move," Quinn corrected him as she brought the second coffee to Chase. "This is the point where I should start to feel the baby kick. Key word being 'should'."

"Baby's as stubborn as her mama," Zoey commented.

"Or his mama," Chase quickly corrected. "Won't know til the gender reveal party tomorrow."

"We could know," Quinn mumbled to herself.

"Quinn!" but her husband had heard her.

"I don't like not knowing things!"

"You were the one who wanted to film a gender reveal thing for our parents!"

"But the coveted information is within reach!"

Zoey vocally expressed her confusion. "The coveted information?"

"If the parents want to hold off on finding out the sex of the baby, then the doctor writes it on a small piece of paper and puts it in an envelope."

"Which I am keeping hidden until I give it to Michael tomorrow morning," Logan informed them.

"You're trusting Michael with secret information?" Chase questioned.

"He's gonna help set everything up tomorrow and then film it. Besides, if it wasn't for Michael, I wouldn't have found out Quinn was pregnant."

"I'm sure you would have found out at some point."

"Ha, ha." Logan waited until Chase was drinking his coffee before casually confessing, "Though I did find out what you and Zoey were doing last night in my hot tub."

Naturally, this got Chase to spit out his coffee. Since he couldn't talk, Zoey was the one who cried out, "Excuse you?!"

"Something that might explain why you guys seem so tired this morning…or why the hot tub's jet streams are damaged."

"Maybe they were already damaged," Chase argued. "How can you be sure it was me and Zoey?"

"Do you know any huge houses in California without security cameras?"

"Your point?" Zoey questioned back.

"My point is my security camera caught my houseguests sneaking into my hot tub around two a.m. for a romantic rendezvous." He leaned toward Quinn. "That's the word I was going for, right?"

"Yes," Quinn gave him a complimentary kiss on the cheek. "Good job, Sweetie."

"Hold up," Chase interrupted, "you mean to say that you have a sex tape of me and Zoey?"

"First of all: watch your mouth around the baby," Logan reprimanded (resulting in an eye roll from his wife). "And B: it's not so much a tape as it is footage uploaded onto a flash drive from a computer."

"Fine: give us the flash drive."

"I don't have it. Even if I did, I wouldn't give it back until someone fixed the jet streams in my hot tub."

"You lost the flash drive, didn't you?" Quinn asked in a deadpan manner.

"It's somewhere in my office."

"Go find it!" Zoey demanded.

Logan's watch started to go off. "Oh, look at the time. Sorry guys, but I've got a meeting to get to."

"Logan!"

"Ciao," he smugly waved goodbye to his friends before exiting.

"So," Quinn directed her attention to Chase and Zoey, "you guys snuck out to have sex in our hot tub at two in the morning?"

"Well…uh…" Chase stumbled on his choice of words, "…gotta spice things up somehow." Zoey glared at him. "I didn't know what to say in this situation!"

"No judgement," Quinn told them as she stood up. "Listen: I'm gonna go get dressed and then we should start decorating for tomorrow."

"Chase and I should probably have some breakfast first," Zoey suggested. "Then we'll get dressed and come help. Meet you outside in an hour?"

"Sure," with that Quinn left.

"Okay," Zoey waited until Quinn was gone, "here's what we need to do."

Chase was visibly apprehensive. "Oh, I don't like where this is going."

"We need to sneak off at some point during the decorating, make our way into Logan's office, and get that flash drive of us in the hot tub."

"You think we can?"

"For sure. His office is on the first floor and you get in there by entering a combination."

"Logan does always use the same combination."

"His birthday?"

"Yep."

"Then getting in is gonna be the easy part. The hard part will be finding the flash drive, so one of us will need to act as a lookout."

"But isn't breaking into our friend's office and going through his stuff a massive invasion of privacy?"

"He's withholding filmed footage of us having sex that we did not consent to film."

"I'm having moral conflicts about this whole situation, but you do have a point."

"Besides, once we get that video, we can watch it and maybe re-enact everything afterwards."

"And point for breaking and entering!"

…

"See," Chase opened the door to Logan's office, "same combination for everything."

Zoey looked around. "I can see why Logan would have trouble remembering where it is. Where should we start looking?"

"I'll kinda stick toward the door so I can be lookout."

"Then I'll start over there," Zoey headed to her intended search area.

The two of them were looking for a short time before something on Logan's desk caught Chase's attention. "Hey Zo," he held up said item, "check this out."

"Did you find—what is that?"

"I dunno," Chase looked over the item in question. "Clearly it's some kinda tiki statue."

"Ugh," Zoey made a face at the tiki, "talk about tacky."

"I dunno, I think it's kinda cool. Like a thrift shop find, you know."

Zoey scoffed. "Like Logan Reese would shop at a thrift store."

"Hey look," Chase pointed to a splotch of red on the top of the tiki mask, "Tiki's a redhead."

"Put that thing down, it's creepy. Why does Logan even have something like that?"

"Because rich people can afford to be eccentric."

"Zoey? Chase?" the two heard their voices being called.

"It's Quinn!" Zoey stated the obvious.

Chase quickly set the statue down before he and Zoey hurried out of the office. They fast-walked down the hall where they eventually met up with Quinn. "Quinn! You rang?"

Quinn eyed them suspiciously. "Were you guys in Logan's office?"

Even though he was clearly nervous, Chase tried not to show it, "Wha…why would you ask us that?" (it wasn't all that great an acting job)

"Because the door is wide open." Zoey and Chase turned around to confirm that in their haste, they neglected to close the door behind them. "I can't exactly blame you guys; Logan uses the same combination for everything." Zoey and Chase stared at the ground. "I was actually headed in there; I would have gotten you the flash drive. He's not gonna get mad if he found me snooping in there."

Zoey quirked a brow to her. "Snooping? That's an interesting term to use in regards to you, Quinn."

"It's just a word that came to mind."

"You were going to look for something in Logan's office!" Chase deduced. He then became confused. "Why? Logan pretty much tells you everything."

Zoey snapped her fingers in discovery. "That's where the envelope with the baby's gender is!" She looked to Quinn. "Isn't it?"

Quinn fidgeted a bit before quietly admitting. "Probably, yeah." Zoey and Chase exchanged a triumphant smug with one another. "Knowing Logan, he probably hid in that tiki bank."

"You mean the tiki statue on his desk?" Zoey inquired.

Quinn nodded and led them to said item resting on Logan's desk, "Tacky, isn't it? He got it for his birthday. It's like a piggy bank, but instead of a pig it's a tiki mask. You put the money in the tiki's mouth and its eyes light up. Since Logan also puts money and important documents in his safes, I wouldn't be surprised if that's where the paper from the doctor is."

"Did you say safes?" this was what Chase was fixated on. "Like plural?"

"Logan likes to protect his assets."

Chase picked up the bank and began to inspect it. "There's no way you could fit an envelope through the mouth slot."

"The doctor writes the sex on a small piece of paper; Logan probably took the paper out and put it in through the base," she took the tiki from Chase and flipped it over to reveal a little opening at the bottom. "That's how you also get the coins out."

As Quinn was about to open it, Zoey snatched it away. "Oh no you don't!"

"Zoey!"

"No peeking! You promised you'd wait til the reveal party."

"I can't wait that long!"

"You waited five months," Chase pointed out. "What's another day?"

"It'll be all the more special when you and Logan find out together," Zoey added.

Quinn gave in by stamping her foot. "Fine! I'll wait."

"Good girl."

"But if Logan opened the envelope, then maybe he already saw!"

Chase scoffed. "Yeah, like Logan can keep a secret."

"Besides," Zoey started, "Logan may have expected you to think it would be in here and he probably put it somewhere else. The envelope may not have even been opened."

Quinn considered this. "I guess that's an option." Her phone started going off. "It's a text from Michael asking how to rig a cannon."

Chase did a double take. "A what now?"

"Logan should be back soon. You guys hurry up and look for that flash drive. If you can't find it, just be out of the office in five minutes." With that, Quinn left.

"You heard her say cannon? Did she say cannon? What does she mean by cannon?" His only reply was Zoey shaking the statue. "ZOEY!"

"Yep," Zoey had her ear to the tiki, "there's definitely solid stuff in this bank."

"Like coins? You know: a solid form of currency that goes in banks?"

"That's one option."

Chase furrowed his brow. "You thinkin' Logan put the flash drive of us in the hot tub in there?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he stashed it away for blackmail or…other reasons."

"Ew, Zoey!"

"The boy hid a webcam in a teddy bear to spy on girls! I wouldn't put anything past him."

"If a teenage boy's horny enough, he will try anything."

Zoey held the statue upside down and tried to pry it open. "Ugh, this thing won't budge,"

"Here, let me," he took the statue from her and tried a different method to open it.

"No, not like that!"

"What?"

"You're gonna break it."

"No I won't."

"I know what I did wrong, give it back!"

"Aw come on, I almost got it."

"Gimme!" A mini struggle for the tiki ensued. The next thing either of them knew, it had fallen to the floor and pieces of it had scattered.

"Well…" Chase eventually broke the silence, "…I don't think the flash drive is in there."

"Chase."

"Zoey?" He watched Zoey point to the ground. "What?" He watched as she indicated to a once-folded Post-It note that had unfurled upon falling. "Oh."

"I guess Quinn was right about Logan hiding that in there."

"So…that's what it is then."

"Uh-huh."

"Guys?" Quinn's voice could be heard down the hall.

"Shit!"

"And of course they're around for you to put money in the swear jar," Chase couldn't help but grumble.

"We have to make sure Quinn doesn't see the sex. Put everything on the desk while I fold the paper." They hurried their tasks and finished just as Quinn returned.

"Hey," Quinn entered the office, "everything okay? I thought I heard something fall."

"It was me!" Chase blurted a little too fast. He noticed the different looks he got from Quinn and Zoey. "I…er…I...fell."

"You fell?"

"You know me; it's not so implausible. Now let's you and I—and Zoey—go and-" Chase stopped himself when he saw someone else standing in the doorway, "-hey, Logan!"

"Chase fell!" Zoey was compelled to cry out.

"Uh-huh," was all Logan responded with.

"What's uh…" Chase nervously cleared his throat, "…what's goin' on, Man?"

"I should ask you the same thing. What are you and Zoey doing in my office?"

"Uh…we…well…you see…it's…um…we-"

"Each other!" Zoey (rather quickly) interrupted him.

Logan quirked a brow. "In. My. Office?"

"Gotta spice things up somehow."

"Get the adrenaline a-flowin'," Chase nervously added.

"Quinn," Logan looked to his wife, "did you send them in here to look for a certain envelope?"

"Leave her out of this!" Zoey defended. "This has nothing to do with Quinn. Chase and I came in here to look for the flash drive of us in the hot tub."

"Then why didn't you wait til I came back and just ask me for it?"

"Uh…we…well…you see…it's…um…we-"

"Hold on: where's Chauncy?"

Chase flashed him a confused look. "Your butler? Didn't he retire at the end of last year?"

"My tiki bank. I had it on my desk. That's the stuff that was in it and…" Logan stopped. "Tell me you guys didn't see-"

"We saw!" Zoey and Chase confessed in sync.

"You went through my stuff?!"

"Hold on," Chase began, "we only saw by accident."

"So you accidentally unstuck the sticky note?"

"Not us personally, no."

"I made sure that I kept it folded so that I couldn't see. So how did you see without unfolding it?"

"We promise we didn't unfold the note!" Zoey was adamant. She took a deep breath. "Chase and I were going to check to see if you put the flash drive in the tiki bank and we dropped it. When everything spilled out, that note had come undone, and we accidentally saw the sex of the baby."

"But Zoey quickly folded it back up so you guys wouldn't see!" Chase pointed out.

Logan headed toward his desk, stopping when he came across tropical totem and it's pieces on the floor. "You guys broke my tiki bank?"

"Not on purpose!"

"We only meant to go through it to look for the flash drive," Zoey explained.

"We weren't even going to take anything else."

Logan didn't say anything, gathered the pieces together, and disposed of the item in the nearby trash receptacle. "Un-be-lieve-able."

"Logan," Quinn made her way over to him, "it was an accident."

"You can't seriously be defending them!"

"Hey man," Chase stepped in front of Quinn, "don't get mad at her. This was all me and Zoey!"

"All you and Zoey," Logan scoffed. "It's always 'all you and Zoey', isn't it?"

"Logan," Zoey went to stand by Chase's side, "we realize you're upset we know about us knowing the baby's sex but-"

"That's why you think I'm upset?" there was a defensive tone to him. "You know: not everything revolves around Zoey and Chase. You two getting together after mine and Quinn's wedding? No big deal, love is love, and I was genuinely happy for you guys. Zoey learning Quinn was pregnant before even Quinn did? Gotta admit: it's a unique way to find out what has so far been the best news of my life, that it really didn't matter how we found out. Do you really think Quinn and I would have minded that you knew the sex of our baby before us? Once I found out, I would have been so excited that I really wouldn't have cared." He emitted a frustrated groan. "You two are so wrapped up in your own little world that you don't give a shit about anything else!"

"You swore around the baby," Chase muttered under his breath.

Logan had readied a fist and seriously contemplated swinging it, but opted not to. "I'm going to walk away before I say or do anything I'll regret." He stomped past them and out the door.

"He's not wrong, you know," Quinn broke the awkward silence that lingered.

"Yeah, I know," Zoey agreed.

"Feels kinda weird to have Logan Reese call us out for being selfish assholes," Chase noted. "Oops," he took out a dollar and handed it to Quinn.

Zoey turned to Quinn. "He will forgive us, right?"

"It'll take some time," Quinn affirmed, "but he will. You guys are more than friends; you're family and we love you."

"I feel a 'but' coming on."

"Zoey, we're not mad that you once again found out something you shouldn't have. It would have been nice to celebrate something exclusive to me and Logan that didn't eventually revolve around you or Chase, but we would have gotten over it and let you share in our joy."

"We understand. We're sorry, Quinn."

"And as soon as we see Logan, we'll apologize to him," Chase added.

"It's going to be a lot harder to apologize to Logan," Quinn stated. "He's not upset because you found out the sex of our baby before we did."

Zoey blinked in confusion. "Wait, then why is he upset?"

"I think it has to do with us sneaking where we shouldn't, breaking his stuff, and then failing to cover it up," Chase answered.

Zoey looked to Quinn. "We promise we'll replace what we broke."

"You can't," Quinn spoke up.

Chase scoffed. "I may not be a professional, but I can easily look up jacuzzi repair videos and…yeah, that should probably be done by professionals and I'll work off the debt."

Zoey patted his shoulder. "Good call."

"Then I'm sure we can order a that tiki bank online or-"

Quinn cut him off with a firm, "No. You. Can't."

"Come on, it can't be that rare."

"Is it only sold in Hawaii?" Zoey inquired.

"Did you guys even look at the other stuff inside that statue?" Quinn asked them.

Chase shrugged as he recollected. "Just some loose money and other little papers and sticky notes."

"We promise we picked up all the stuff inside and set it on his desk!" Zoey informed her.

"And we didn't look at anything else!"

"The paper with the baby's gender was the only one that was facing up."

"Then I'm going to assume you didn't read the little card?" Quinn questioned.

"You would assume correctly," Chase confirmed.

Quinn looked onto the desk. "Zoey, are you sure the note's folded?"

Zoey quickly reached for the folded Post-It (making sure it was the right one) and stuffed it in her pocket. "You won't accidentally find out."

Quinn gently picked up a small, square card and passed it to Zoey. "Read it."

"Happiest of birthdays to you, Mister Logan. Words can not express how proud I am of the man you have become. I only wish I could leave you more than this gaudy trinket you were so oddly partial to. I will, however, leave you with my best wishes, and I hope you look back on our time together fondly. I shall miss my Dip-Wad. Love, Chauncy."

Zoey passed the card back to Quinn after reading aloud the message. "I think I get it now."

Chase appeared to have gotten it as well. "Oh, Logan named the tiki bank Chauncy after the butler!" He let out a small laugh. "Makes sense because the tiki had red hair and-" Zoey hit him in the shoulder. "OW!"

"That's clearly not the point!"

"Then I'm sure you could clear it up WITHOUT violence."

"The tiki bank meant a lot to Logan because it was a gift from Chauncy."

"I heard that part! It just took me a sec to realize Logan named the statue after the guy who left it…" something seemed to dawn on Chase and he reached for another dollar. "…shit," he passed it to Quinn.

"How long ago did Chauncy pass away?"

"He died on Logan's birthday," Quinn explained. "He had a heart attack and Malcolm and I had to be the ones to go to the studio and tell Logan. It was pretty obvious Logan was heartbroken, but he kept on a brave face. He finally lost it the next day when he opened the package he got in the mail with that little notecard inside." Zoey and Chase were a little misty-eyed now. "So no, you can't replace what you broke."

Chase picked up the nearby trashcan and looked into it. "The broken pieces are still in here. It didn't completely shatter, so I think it's salvageable."

Zoey then tried to lighten the mood, "I'm sure there's a video on tiki bank repair somewhere on the internet."

"We at least owe Logan this," he looked to Quinn. "Again: we're sorry for the property destruction."

"And for finding out the sex of your baby before you. That's probably what you're most upset about?"

"Ya think?" Quinn's reply added a bit of levity as everyone let out a small laugh. "I'll go check on Logan. If you want, we have an art studio on the second floor that may have what you need to fix the statue."

"You have an art studio?"

"Damn Quinn," Chase gave her another dollar, "what doesn't this place have?"

…

Logan sat on the edge of his bed with a book in his hand, when a tap at the door disrupted him. "Do you still need some space?" Quinn asked him.

Logan smiled at her. "Never from you," he put the book down and patted the empty space beside him. Quinn then took said spot next to her husband. She put her head on his shoulder and he then placed a tender kiss atop her head while basking in the peace of the moment. Eventually, Logan spoke. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"I understand why you did."

"Yeah, but you didn't deserve it; they did."

"You have every right to be upset with them right now, but you do need to realize that they genuinely didn't mean to break your tiki bank. They also didn't know its backstory until I showed them the card." Logan shifted a little in his seat, but didn't say anything. "Wanna talk about it?"

Logan took a deep breath. "Not right now."

"What do you wanna do?"

"Just be with you. You and me; Quinn and Logan. That's all I want right now."

"That's all I want too."

Logan initiated a kiss, which Quinn instantly deepened. They continued their makeout session (pulling away only to breathe) until Logan cried out. "OW! Quinn, you bit me!" He watched a strange expression form on her face as she immediately put her hand to her abdomen. "Quinn?"

"Oh my God."

"What? Is everything okay?" A huge smile formed on her face as she grabbed Logan's hand and put it atop her stomach. "Quinn, I don't-" his eyes widened and his jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Go ahead and say it," she allowed, "I'll waive the fee for you."

"Holy shit, it kicked!"

"Our baby kicked for the first time!"

"This was the first time?!" Quinn nodded. Unsure of what to say, Logan let out a few breathy laughs and continued moving his hand along Quinn's bump.

"I'm really glad you were here me with for this."

He took her hand and gave it a gentle a squeeze. "Just you and me."

"Logan and Quinn."

And that was really all they needed.

…

Zoey tentatively knocked on the door a little while later. "It's Zoey and Chase," she acknowledged their presence. "Can we come in?" The few seconds before Logan opened the door felt like an eternity. She and Chase slowly entered. "We know we can't say sorry enough for what we've done after you've been so cool letting us stay here during our apartment remodel. Can we start with a peace offering?"

Chase presented the semi-restored tiki bank to Logan. "We couldn't get the lights to glow, so we were gonna ask Quinn to fix that for you. Again, we're sorry."

"We didn't know Tiki Chauncy's backstory otherwise we would have never even touched it."

"We're also sorry for the hot tub thing."

"And we promise we'll make that up to you too."

"I guess we should also apologize for spoiling the sex of your baby even though we surprisingly haven't blabbed to you yet."

"You have every right to be upset with us. We just don't want to lose our friendship with you."

Logan set the tiki bank down. "You don't have to worry about losing that."

"Does this mean we're cool?" Chase double checked.

"It means we're at least talking to each other. We're on good terms again."

"That's totally fair."

Zoey showed her agreement with a head nod. "Total forgiveness is gonna take a little time. We're just glad we're at least talking again."

"And we'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

"Actually," Logan's smirk made Zoey and Chase a tad anxious, "Quinn and I have a couple of ways you can make up for today."

Chase exchanged a nervous glace with Zoey. "Like what?"

"We'll discuss that tomorrow at the reveal party."

"Oh!" Zoey remembered something. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the paper. "You probably-"

"Give it to Michael; he's the one setting everything up."

"Yeah, we can do that."

"It's getting late. We should all probably get to bed. Can't have you guys as tired as you were this morning."

"No sneaking off to have sex, got it," Chase quipped.

…

"So," Zoey began the following afternoon, "you had something special in mind for us?"

Logan nodded. "We need you guys to stand attention center."

Chase expressed his confusion. "Me and Zoey? Not you and Quinn?"

"Quinn and I will be standing to the side while you guys stand here."

Zoey pointed where she stood. "Right here?"

"Right there."

Chase took notice of something a few feet away. "Logan, those are cannons."

"Confetti cannons," Logan assured. "Michael's got them all ready to go."

"Why are they pointing at us?"

"Quinn and I each have a remote with a button. We hit our buttons, the cannons go off, and all that's coming out is either blue or pink confetti. And don't worry: we put the cannons at a respectable distance so you won't be harmed, or maimed, or injured, or anything like that."

"I'm actually more worried that you've improved your vocabulary."

Quinn made her way over to the group carrying two pairs of goggles. "You'll probably need these."

"Thanks," Zoey (and Chase) reluctantly took the goggles.

"Hey guys," Lola came running up the group carrying a microphone, "the cameras are set and ready for action."

"Can we take our places?" Michael called from behind a center camera.

"HEY!" Logan called for the party guest's attention. "Everyone ready?" The response confirmed they were indeed ready. "Let's do this!" after he gave the go-ahead, everyone started to cheer. He offered his wife his arm. "Shall we take our places?" Quinn looped her arm in his and gestured for him to lead the way.

"Okay!" Lola positioned herself center, held up the mic, and faced the camera. "Ready."

"We good?" Michael asked the other camera crew. "Alrighty then. ACTION!"

"Hey out there! We're here today to find out whether Baby Reese is a boy or girl? What do we think everyone?" All the guests chorused their opinions as Lola approached Quinn and Logan with the microphone. "What do Mama and Papa think?"

"I think Mama's ready to get this over with," Quinn's remark garnered a lot of laughs.

"So Quinn and Logan each have a button that'll set off a confetti cannon. Once they hit their buttons, our good friends Zoey and Chase are gonna get covered in either blue or pink confetti. Friendly reminder: blue confetti means it's a boy and pink means it's a girl." She turned to Quinn and Logan. "You guys ready?" they eagerly held up their remotes with a large button in the center. "Countdown from three!"

"THREE!"

Quinn and Logan prepared to push their buttons.

"TWO!"

A nervous Zoey and Chase clasped hands and braced for the inevitable.

"ONE!"

The buttons were pushed. The cannons went off. The crowd went wild—with the exception of the goggled couple who didn't notice the pink confetti that they tried to shake off their bodies. At least not until Zoey looked over her and Chase and cried out, "IT'S PINK!"

Meanwhile, Chase cried out, "IT'S IN MY EYE!"

"PINK CONFETTI MEANS GIRL!" Lola excitedly cheered over the crowd while an ecstatic Quinn and Logan kissed each other as if they were having a celebration just for themselves. Lola waited until they had pulled apart to make her way over to the happy couple. "Looks like it's a girl! I'm so happy for you guys," she gave each of them a genuine hug.

Zoey ran over to them so that she could get it in her hugs. "Congratulations guys!" She looked to Quinn. "Can I?" Quinn nodded confirmation before Zoey put her hands on Quinn's bump. "Hello in there, Little Miss Reese. We can't wait to meet you!"

"Congrats, Man," Chase gave Logan a brotherly embrace before diverting to Quinn. "So I couldn't hear with the confetti in my ear, but I assume you guys are excited?"

"Beyond excited!" Quinn confirmed as she accepted Chase's hug.

"How 'bout you, Logan?" Zoey inquired. "You're not bummed it's not a boy?"

Logan gave her a funny look. "Should I be?"

"This seems a complete one-eighty from the guy who always said he'd marry a hottie and have like all sons," Chase pointed out.

"I know," Logan admitted, "but I'm not that guy anymore—even if I did marry the hottie. I'm actually frickin' ecstatic we're having girl." He pulled Quinn closer to him. "I love my wife so much and couldn't be happier that there's gonna be another Quinn in the world."

"Certainly better than another Logan," Lola commented.

"Hey!"

"I say that in playful jest." Lola then backed away from Zoey and Chase. "I would celebrate with you guys, but I don't want any confetti on this outfit."

"I totally get it," Zoey wasn't offended or anything, "but Chase and I totally deserved getting shot at by confetti cannons."

"Kinda wish I hadn't worn my white shirt though," Chase lamented as he dusted off confetti. By this point, he and Zoey hadn't noticed Michael sneak up behind them while carrying a bucket with something pink inside it. It was only when Zoey and Chase suddenly felt a suspicious liquid substance douse them that it dawned on them. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Chase cried out as Logan took a photo with his phone.

Logan sauntered over to him held out his hand. "Swear jar." Chase handed him a dollar with some slime on it. "Let's watch the mouth, huh."

Michael set the bucket down before explaining, "I ran this idea by Quinn for you and I to slime Logan after the cannons went off, but Quinn told me I needed to do this to you and Zoey for comeuppance,"

"Consider yourself comeuppanced."

"We had this coming," Zoey told Chase as the pink ooze dripped off them.

"Yeah, I know." Chase agreed before turning to Logan. "So we're good, right?" Logan sucked in air through his teeth, pulled something out of his pocket, and handed it to Chase. "What's this?"

Logan flashed a rather devious smirk. "The estimate to fix my hot tub."

"HOLY SHIT!" Logan held out his hand for Chase to deposit another dollar (which he did). "There's no way we can afford this!"

"Relax, I'll cover the bill." Chase blew out a sigh of relief. "You guys can pay me back by working off your debt."

Before Chase could protest, Zoey cut him off by reminding him, "Fair is fair." Chase responded with some grumbling as Zoey directed her attention to Logan. "What do you want us to do?"

"Zoey, I'm enlisting you as Quinn's assistant. I'm not trying to be so overprotective, but you know how stubborn Quinn is and I know I can trust you to keep her and the baby safe. Plus you'd be there for Quinn when she gets bored or lonely and keep her company."

"Of course." Zoey looked to Quinn. "I'd give you a hug right now but…" Quinn nodded in understanding.

"What about me?" Chase inquired.

"Chase," Logan put his arms around his friend's shoulders, "you're gonna be working for me."

"I have a few choice words about that," Chase stuffed his hands into his pockets and blew out a breath, "but I don't have any cash. So if you'll excuse me: I'm going to get out of earshot of your unborn daughter and scream a few obscenities into the shower." He hurried past Cameraman Michael. "We're done now, you can cut."

I hope I'm not the only one who sees Logan Reese as a girl dad. I think it does stem from the trope of the playboy/pretty boy/rich jerk learning to be a better person because they have a daughter, but I dunno; I always figured he'd be a girl dad. And that he also likes cats. Again, don't know why—though in the episode where he got skunked he did get excited when he thought the skunk was a cat, so that's probably where the latter notion came from.

Anywho, hope you guys enjoyed. Peace out!