He was sitting on the couch choking and tears streaming from his eyes as his father shoved pear after pear down his throat. He was sure he was actually going to die. He had thought it a few times when his dad was beating him, but this was the first time he was absolutely positive. Then suddenly his mother was jumping up; she had been arranging the cheese and fruit platter more to her likely. She held the knife to his father's throat, and suddenly, Logan could breath again. Then looking up at his mother admiringly, her form shifted and he saw, not his mother, but himself looking back down at him.
Logan woke with a start but couldn't quite remember the dream this time. He heard an unfamiliar voice, "Mr. Echolls, are you awake?"
"Yeah," he said rubbing his eyes. "I'm awake." He said up. A nurse was standing in the doorway holding a small bundle in a light blue blanket.
"It is just about time for his feeding. We thought you might want to hold him for a moment before we wake his mother."
The nurse crossed toward him as Logan glanced at Veronica's sleeping form in the bed next to him. He straightened up in the chair and accepted the offered bundle. He looked down at the tiny baby in his arms. From the first moment he had held Jacob Logan Echolls in his arms, immediately after his birth, he had known Veronica was right. He knew he could never hurt his son, and that he wouldn't think twice about injuring anyone who tried to.
The tiny baby yawned and stretched his arm against the blanket wrapped tightly around him. Logan adjusted the blanket, and Jacob's arm stretched out, his hand wrapping around Logan's finger. "Hey there little man," Logan said, running his thumb across his son's forehead. "Do we need to wake mommy up to feed you?"
"She's awake," Veronica said quietly from her bed. Logan looked up to see her smiling at him.
"You didn't say anything," he said questioningly.
"I was watching my guys," she answered as Logan stood and helped her sit up before placing Jacob into her arms. "My god Logan, he looks so like you."
"He'll be a lady killer than, I guess," Logan replied with a smirk. Then shifting to seriousness, he added, "I like the exchange of your eyes on the package, though." He kissed her deeply just before the nurse returned to help Veronica with feeding the baby.
Jacob Echolls was climbing out of the backseat of his dad's car when he realized he had forgotten to grab his backpack from the floor behind the driver's seat. He leaned over to grab it not thinking about the milkshake in his hand. "Uh oh," he said, as he watched milkshake dump all over the seat and floor of the car. Jacob looked up at his father who was standing behind him by the door. "Sorry dad," he said. "I didn't mean to."
Logan looked down at his son and the all too familiar scene of chocolate milkshake on leather upholstery. He smiled as his wife watched him from the other side of the car, holding their three-year-old daughter, Addie, in her arms. "Hey Jake, buddy, don't worry about it," he said. "Accidents happen. Why don't you take your stuff inside and grab some towels and come help me clean it up?"
"Okay dad," Jake hurried toward the front door of their house his backpack over one shoulder.
Logan smiled at Veronica again as she crossed behind the car and kissed his cheek before saying, "We girls are going inside. Do a good job cleaning." With a wink, she walked toward the house as Jake almost collided with her running back to his dad with an armful of dishtowels.