Note: OK, I hate to say this, but I think this might be the end of this story. I had some more ideas where to go from here, but that would probably be too much, too unrealistic.

Maybe I will write a sequence one day, maybe I won't. But for now I feel like I should end it. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it!

Disclaimer: The character never did and never will belong to me, so no need to sue me!


Logan woke up one morning, a few weeks later, from the sun warming his face. It took him a moment to get his bearing, but then he heard Max's soft voice and discovered her holding their daughter. He didn't move, just lay there, watching his two girls. His two girls...Gosh, this felt perfect.

He sighed and suddenly felt at peace. After the shooting he had thought his life was over, he couldn't even remember what it felt like to be happy. But now, this was it. He had come a long way, it had been a hard and painful way. There had been so many obstacles there that more than once, he had felt like he couldn't go on.

Looking back, he realized it had always been Max to help him through the hard times, ever since the first time after the shooting she had shwon up in his apartment, she had been there for him, had been his one and only link to sanity at times – his guardian angel.

And now he watched her play with the toddler, and she seemed so happy herself. She was literally shining from within and it made her look even more beautiful, even more perfect. God, he was the one who would marry that beauty and raise a child with her. He was the luckiest guy on earth.

Then he saw his wheelchair next to the bed and swallowed. There would be hard times, no doubt about that. But Max would be there to lend him strength when he needed it, and she would never let the chair become an issue.

It was his job to find a way to deal with it. And maybe, maybe one day, he would even find a cure. But even without one, he had a helluva life ahead.

Max finally became aware of him looking at her and she turned her head to smile at him. "Good morning."

"Good morning, angels." He sat up and reached for his glasses. "Been awake for long?"

"Not really, Emma woke up on like half an hour ago. That's when I got up, too."

"Are you hungry? Bacon and eggs?"

Suddenly, Max's face crumpled and she turned as pale as a sheet. "Excuse-me!" She hastily put the baby in Logan's arms and ran out of the room, banging the bathroom door shut behind her.

"Max?" Logan sat there, stunned, holding the baby in one arm while supporting himself with his other arm. "Max? What's up?"

There was no answer. "Gotta check on your mommy, Emma. Think you are ok staying alone for two minutes?" He carefully positioned the little girl between blankets, making sure she couldn't roll towards the edge of the bed, then he hasitly pulled himself into his wheelchair and made his way to the bathroom door. He carefully knocked. "Max?"

When there was no answer he pushed the door open and leaned forward, only to see his fiancee kneeling next to the toilet, coughing slightly. "What's going on? Seizures?"

Max shook her head and gratefully accepted a damp towel Logan handed her. "No, I dunno. You mentioned food, and suddenly I felt so sick..."

"Hello!? Anybody home?" Bling suddenly stood in the doorway, looking down at the couple. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, I was just feeling sick for a moment. I'm fine, guys. No need to worry!" Max sat up and pushed strands of hair out of her face, being aware of the two guys worriedly watching her. "No big deal, really. Just let me have a shower, ok?"

Reluctantly, Logan pushed himself out of the bathroom, returning his attention to Emma. But Bling was still standing in the doorway when Max got to her feet. "What?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Max shrugged. "Sure."

Bling stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving a surprised Logan staring at it.


Bling and Max entered the kitchen three minutes later. "Can I use your phone?" Bling asked all business-like.

"Sure, go ahead." Logan looked after him. "But would somebody please tell me what's going on?" When Bling didn't react he turned towards Max who was busy searching the fridge.

He got no answer. "Fine, then don't talk to me."

Max looked up at him, a questioning look on her face. "Do we have some milk?"

Logan sighed and rolled closer. "Kitchen table."



They were just having breakfast when the doorbell rang. ""I'll get it," Bling offered. Moments later he returned with Original Cindy.

"Max? You coming?" Cindy urged her best friend.

Max swallowed. "Sure." She jumped up from her chair and left the kitchen and Logan staring after her. "Good morning to you, too," he shouted after Cindy who had already followed Max. "Is everybody going crazy?"


"OK, this is it. Three minutes are over. You ready?"

"I don't know, I mean, what if Bling's right?"

"You seriously didn't consider that an option?"

"No, I mean, we didn't pay much atention...but Logan...he said he couldn' know..." Max giggled nervously.

"Well, we're about to find out what he is capable of..." She took Max's hand. "Shall I?"

Her friend nodded. "OK."

"Positive!" Original Cindy held the stick up in front of Max's face. "Boo, you are pregnant!"

Max stared at her friend, then at the stick and back at Cindy. "This can't be..."

"I'm afraid it can." Cindy put the stick down and embraced her friend. "Congratulations!"

"But..." Max was at a loss of words and eventually returned the hug. "But Logan, what'she gonna say?"

"What's Logan gonna say to what? What are you girls up to in the bathroom?" Logan sat in the doorway, looking up at Cindy and Max expectantly. "Apparently this is about me, too, so would you please tell me what's going on?"

Cindy stepped back and before leaving the room, she squezzed Max's hand.

"What's the matter, Max?" He held up his hands, confused. Then he watched as Max turned towards the sink and presented a stick to him seconds later.

"Is this a pregnancy...?" Logan's eyes grew wide. "Max?!?"

"I'm not sure you are gonna like this, but I'm afraid blue means it's positive." She smiled at him insecurely. "I'm having a baby, Logan."

"Oh my god." He stared at her. "But I...Sam always said..."

"Screw Sam, screw any medical reports, I'm pregnant with your child, period."

He said nothing for a long moment, then a single tear ran down his cheek. "This is perfect, I never thought it would be possible. I love you, Max. You did this, you gave me back my life."

He grabbed her by the hand and made her sit down in his lap. "I love you so much, my angel."

"I love you, too."


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