Our little Angel(s)

Title: Our Little Angel(s)

Author: AnitaB

Rating: NC17 for sex

See chapter one for disclaimers.

Thoughts // // Our little Angel(s)

Author's Notes: I'm not sure how, but this chapter got lost in my files somewhere, sorry it took so long to get it back in place.

Chapter 2: The possibility

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"Your test results are in." Sebastion's mechanical voice preceded him into the room.

Max twined her fingers through Logan's, "What does it say? Are we pregnant?"

"Inconclusive. You could be only a few weeks pregnant or you've just ovulated."

Max's eyes fell as her heart constricted.

"What about the other tests?" Logan pushed ahead past the disappointment.

"That's the good news. The two of you are genetically compatible. Your transgenic DNA, Max, shouldn't have any visible effect on any children. Though they will probably get some of your unusual characteristics-strength, speed, agility."

"What about my flaws? My seizures?" Logan draped an arm across her shoulders, waiting for Sebastion's answer.

"Most likely not at all, or at least not as severe as yours. Logan's DNA will temper the effects of your genetic extremes, both good and bad."

"Thank you, Sebastion."

"Anything for a friend, Logan. Come back in a few weeks and we'll test again."

Max stood and kissed him on the cheek, "We'll see you soon."

"Soon."

They left, both disappointed and comforted at the same time.

"I can't believe it. I was so sure it was true."

"Don't lose hope yet, Max. We might be pregnant and it's just too soon to tell. And if we're not now we could be soon."

She smiled down at him, feeling desire begin to heat her blood. "We should go home and get to work, then. Sebastion say I should be fertil."

Watching the sway of her hips as she stalked beside his wheelchair, he looked forward to a night of work. Caressing a hand down her hip and watching her response tightened the coil of desire inside Logan. "Whatever you say, dear."

***

Max leaned above Logan on one elbow, watching him sleep. It had been a long night and she'd tired him out. //But we must be closer to pregnant by now.// She smiled treasuring the remembered feel of him climaxing inside her, filling her with heat. The intense love in his eyes as he had shuddered above and inside her had echoed joy through her.

No one had ever meant more to her than Logan did and soon she would--with any luck--give him a child. Reaching down Max brushed her fingertips against his cheek, the soft scratch of each short hair against her skin added to the constant need building inside her.

These feelings were familiar but stronger than ever before. The need was intense and focused on Logan. Just looking at him--his strong hands and tender lips-- made the urge to wake and seduce him difficult to resist. //So love makes my heat cycles stronger and I do love Logan.// In his sleep, Logan shifted closer to her, missing her warmth. //I should let him sleep, he'll need his energy.// She stretched out next to him to get closer and felt his arms close around her. She groaned low in her throat, her senses filling with Logan--his heat, his scent, his touch. //Oh, God, he's so close but I need more.// Max forced herself to lay still in his arms, enjoying his heat against her back.

"Sleep well, Logan. I don't know how long I can wait."

***

The early morning light filtered through the blinds as Max's limited patience ran out. Slipping out of Logan's arms, she turned to him deciding how to wake him up. In a hurry, she chose a method that would wake the heaviest of sleepers--which Logan was. Pushing the covers away she trailed fingers down his chest to his hips, smiling at the way he moved into her touch. Even sleeping his body responded to hers. She wrapped a hand around his shaft feeling it harden immediately at her caress.

He groaned her name--still asleep--and arched against her hand. The dream he was having had just taken on a significantly more enjoyable aspect and he was reluctant to wake up.

"Logan, wake up." She caressed his hardness with one hand as she teased his nipples with the tip of her tongue. "Wake up, Logan, I need you." Leaning down, Max kissed the tip of his erection, arousing him with lips, teeth, and tongue. He groaned her name as his body lunged toward her.

The sensation of her full lips around him finally dragged him awake. Looking down, Logan buried both hands in the brown curls covering his hips. "Max. Ahhhhh...so good. Max...stop." She disobeyed just long enough to taste the few salty drops that escaped his control. Releasing him from her mouth and kneeling across his stomach, she smiled at him. "

That was a pleasant way to wake up." He ran a hand through her hair, gently pulling her lips down to his. He moaned at the light taste of himself in her mouth. Avidly exploring her mouth, Logan felt her hips rocking against his stomach, her wet heat pressed to his skin. His hands rose along her spine to brush against the soft skin and aroused peaks of her breasts.

Gasping Max pulled back "Oh, Logan. I need you so bad."

"Then take me, take me inside." Logan lifted Max enough to let her guide his shaft to her entrance. She slid down around him crying out at the feel of his hardness filling her. "Oh, God. Max, you're so wet. I've never felt you so ready for me." He pressed her down harder against him.

"I've never needed you so much." She leaned down with a wicked smile, "blame it on my odd mood." Before their wedding she'd told him about her heat cycles but this would be the first one he would experience first-hand.

A hard deep rhythm built between them and Logan groaned, "Thank god and Manticore for feline DNA." Max was already riding the knife-edge of ecstasy when Logan's deep rasping voice pushed her over the edge. "I love you, Max. I need you." She cried out as pleasure flooded. Her muscles clenching around him and pulling him deeper broke his control. Yelling her name, Logan filled her with his seed.

Cradling her body against his chest, he caressed her sweat-slicked back as their bodies relaxed. Still joined intimately to Max, Logan pressed a soft kiss on her lips, keeping the contact gentle. Max had other ideas, tightening her fists in his hair and deepening the kiss. She pulled back and smile at him. "That was amazing, but I need more. I need you again, Logan."

"Max," Logan groaned at the feel of her body rippling around him. "You know there's nothing I'd like more than to take you again right now. I can't keep up with you." He withdrew from her body and, at her frustrated groan, rolled Max under him. "But there are other ways to love you."

Parting her lips with his own, he teased her with the skillful caress of his tongue. Pleasured sounds escaped Max as his hands intertwined with hers. Lifting her hands to his lips he gazed into her eyes and pulled each fingertip into his mouth. The gentle suction tightened muscles all over her body.

"Logan," she arched against him as he pressed a hot kiss to the center of each palm. Rising up Logan kissed along her throat, scratching his rough cheek lightly against her skin.

"Yes, Love. Tell me what you need." Her non-verbal response was clearer than any words could have been. Clenching fists in his hair, Max pulled his lips to the tip of her breast. Chuckling against her skin, Logan obeyed the silent order taking her hard nipple into his mouth. Crying out she arched against him. Switching his attention to her other breast, he rubbed his hands down the sides of her body to pull her knees up. He buried his face against her heart teasing the soft skin of her breasts with his scruff.

"I can't wait to taste you, Max. I know you'll be delicious." Settling his weight between her knees, Logan traced a wandering path of kisses down her torso. Arching into the touch and leading him lower, Max groaned in need when he stopped at her waist. "Shh, baby. I'll give it to you...soon. I'll give you everything you need." He kissed and caressed her stomach whispering to the child they both prayed for. "Little angel, our little one." The impatient movement of her body against his forced his attention lower. Spreading her legs, Logan caressed the soft skin of her inner thighs. He smiled at the tension filling her, the pleasured sounds escaping her and decided to prolong the torture. He'd love to hear Max scream for him. With his mouth a few frustrating inches from her wet heat he blew cool air across her skin.

"Logan, please, now, please!" Enjoying the intense need in her voice, Logan obeyed dipping the tip of his tongue against her hot flesh. Savoring the taste of her desire in his mouth, Logan caressed a fingertip around her sensitive opening. Sobbing his name, Max arched into his touch, begging for more. Logan gave it to her, plunging one long finger inside her and gently suckling her clit.

Max was close to the climax her body was searching for, rocking wildly against his touch. Logan lapped at her most sensitive skin and caressed her inner walls, focusing his attention on the escalating sounds of pleasure. He still wanted that scream and he had an idea of how to get it. Increasing the rhythm of his thrusts inside her Logan turned his face slightly to rub his rough cheek against her clit. Her scream echoed in the room as every muscle in her body tightened with electric joy.

***

Feeling her slowly relax under him, Logan climbed back up her body to see the rapture in her face. Max wrapped arms and legs around him and kissed him slow and deep. Pulling back to catch a breath, Max smiled.

"That was--oh, god, Logan--that was incredible." She kissed him again pleased at the taste of herself mingling with his own distinct flavor. Smiling against her lips Logan settled his hips closer to hers, feeling her gasp at his hardness pressed against her.

"It's incredible what you do to me, Max. How long does the kitty DNA affect us like this?" She groaned, rocking against him before speaking.

"Normally only a day or two, but it's never been this intense before. I think you've got a pretty strong effect on the kitty." She purred in his ear.

Slowly pressing inside her, Logan groaned. "In a few days we'll be pregnant or I'll be dead."

Moving languidly under him, Max gasped, "I vote for pregnant."

***

Eventually a different kind of hunger drove them from the bed. Max--dressed only in one of Logan's business shirts--sat on the kitchen counter to watch him cook. Granted she was looking more at Logan without a shirt than at the food. The kitty in her wanted to climb him like a scratching post. But with a great amount of will power Max kept her hands off him until they'd finished eating.

As soon as the dishes were in the sink, however, all bets were off. Sitting on the couch Max unbuttoned Logan's shirt, drawing his eyes to the soft gold skin of her stomach.

Moving to sit on the far end of the couch, Logan held out a hand to her. "Here kitty, here kitty, kitty." He couldn't keep the smile off his face at the irritation and passion mixing on her face. Crawling over his body she hissed jokingly.

"You should remember that kitties have claws, Logan." He petted her from tousled hair down the length of her spine.

"I'll just make you bandage the cat scratches on my back afterward, Max." Pulling her down to straddle his lap, Logan stroked her stomach, teasing her with his deep voice. "Does the kitty want a tummy rub?"

Purring at his touch, she decided that payback could wait. "I'll get you for that later, Logan." Smiling he pulled his shirt down her arms and off. Leaning forward to taste her skin, he heard her groan, "Much later."

//Here we go again. //

***
Two days later Logan was laying face down on his work out table while Bling tried to massage the soreness from his back.

"Did Max do any permanent damage to your back during the orgy?"

Logan smiled. Max's heat cycle had finally tapered off in the last 12 hours letting them both get some sleep. But if he hadn't pulled a muscle in the last three days it was a miracle. "I think my back will recover, Bling. But I certainly got a workout."

"I bet. Does Max need a massage too?"

"If Max needs one I'll give it to her. No one touches my Max undressed but me."

"Relax, man. I'm no threat. That girl could snap my spine if I looked at her wrong. I would never lay one improper finger on Mrs. Cale." Feeling the tension leave Logan's back, Bling continued, "Speaking of Mrs.Cale, where is she?"

"Still sleeping." Logan yawned, "We haven't slept all that much the last few days." He smiled, remembering the varied and pleasurable reasons they hadn't slept.

"Fun wasn't it, Logan?" Bling's voice held the same laughter as it had when he'd first found their clothes scattered across the living room.

"Yes, it was fun, and it she isn't pregnant now we'll have to adopt."

"Productive weekend, you think?"

"God, I hope so, Bling."

***

Max rolled over in bed, curling up in the slight depression left from Logan's body. She could hear Bling and Logan talking in the other room. Resting a hand on her stomach, she smiled softly. She couldn't pin-point the rn whn why but she was absolutely certain that there was a new life growing inside her.

"Our child, our little angel." She needed to share this quiet joy with Logan. Max dressed quickly and headed to the workout room. She stopped at the door and even though her hormones had returned to normal human levels the sight of Logan--her husband and the father of her child--brought a gasp to her throat.

"Morning, Bling."

"Afternoon, Max."

She sauntered up to take her usual place supporting Logan. Draping her arms around him, she joked, "Is it that late already?" She smiled, "Some how we had a late night."

Bling laughed at the sappy satisfied smiles on both their faces. Max dropped a kiss on Logan's cheek and moved to whisper in his ear. "I think we're pregnant."

Logan turned sharply in her arms, placing a warm hand on her stomach. "Really? How can you be sure so soon?"

She covered his hand with hers. "I feel different. I can feel it."

"Max," he smiled into her eyes, twining his fingers through her hair and pulling her lips to his.

Bling smiled, they always did this. They got lost in each other and ignored the rest of the world. It was so cute. Logan suddenly pulled out of the kiss and turned to Bling with Max still in his arms. Smiling widely Logan laughed, "Can you believe it, Bling? We're having a baby!"

"Congratulations," Bling swept Max into a hug then gently set her on her feet. "Oh, no. You're going to be hormonal for the next YEAR." With a fake expression of terror on his face, he turned to Logan. "I'm going to have to quit, Logan. I don't think I can handle a grumpy, depressed, pregnant X-5." Max laughed and pulled out of Bling's arms.

"Don't quit yet, Bling, it's not official yet. We'll be taking another pregnancy test soon."

Bling smiled at the happy couple then wandered into the kitchen muttering under his breath about strange food cravings, crying jags, and mood swings.

"You know, Max, Bling might be right. For all we know you could be a horror when you're pregnant. Morning sickness, strange cravings, general bitchiness..."

Max turned to him with a glare. "Bling doesn't need to worry, he only works here. You live here. You sleep next to me every night. You are your most vulnerable around me. So you better be a good little husband or else."

"Or else what?" Logan reached out and pulled Max into his arms. "What will you do to me if I'm a bad little husband?" Logan whispered an inch from her lips.

Lifting her arms around his neck, she fumbled. "I'll....I'll...I'll make you change all the dirty diapers and do all the midnight feedings."

"Oh, I'm so scared." Logan shook withe fee fear and real laughter. Pressing his lips to hers Logan rejoiced in her quick response. "You're so easy, Max."

"Easy!" Max jerked out of his arms and indigantly stalked out of the room.

"And the pregnancy hormones flow. Should be an interesting nine months."

***

Title: Our Little Angel(s)

Author: AnitaB

Rating: NC17 for sex

See chapter one for disclaimers.

Our Little Angel

Chapter 3: The pregnancy

***

Three weeks later Sebastion confirmed Max's gut feeling and Logan drove a teary-eyed Max home. She stayed as close to him as possible during the trip, keeping an arm looped through his. During the ride up the elevator, she sat in his lap curled up in his arms. At the top floor Max reluctantly climbed out of his lap and led the way into the living room. Flopping down on the couch with a smile on her lips, her hands cradled her stomach. "I almost can't believe it, Logan. We're really going to have a baby."

Logan moved to sit at her feet and stretched out between her legs to rest his cheek on her stomach. He sighed as her hands tangled in his hair. "It's true, Max my love, our child is sleeping inside you." He pressed a kiss to her stomach and settled heavily against her.

"Sorry, Max, Logan. I didn't mean to intrude." Bling stepped out of the room as quickly as he'd walked in. Max's laughter stopped him short just outside the door.

"Bling, get back here. We're not doing anything for you to interupt." Logan called out without lifting his head. Bling wandered back into the room, sitting in the chair across from the couch.

"So, what's the news on the baby front?" They both smiled and Bling knew the answer was good news before they spoke.

"Put in your resignation, Bling, we're in for at least a year of hormones."

"That's great!" He stood and kissed Max on the cheek, clapping Logan on the shoulder in the same motion. "So when is little Cale due?"

"8 months," Max answered softly, "a little more." She ran fingers through Logan's hair, cuddling him closer to their child.

Bling's eyes sparkled, "Who gets to plan the baby shower?"

Max's "Baby shower?" was perfectly timed with Logan's easy response "Cindy and Kendra."

"What's a baby shower?"

Bling laughed loudly at the confusion in Max's voice. Logan muffled his laughter against her stomach but she could feel his ribs shaking against her legs. Max tightened her fists in Logan's hair tugging upward.

"What? Stop laughing, Logan!"

He moved up her body to lightly kiss her lips. "I love you, Max."

"Don't think you'll get out of this by saying you love me. You're laughing at me. Stop it."

Logan kissed her again still chuckling under his breath. She responded to his touch a little unwillingly but he could feel it. "I love you, Max my angel."

Bling just sat back and smiled, watching Logan's unconventional way of handling Max. "I think we'll get through this pregnancy just fine."

***

Max sat in the living room surrounded by people, presents, and streamers. Sketchy and Herbal pushed their gift toward her. Logan watched over her shoulder as she pulled the brown paper from the box. Lifting the lid, Max pulled out a little tricycle. It was painted red and looked home-made.

"Baby's first wheels. Cool, thanx guys."

"The baby's got to have a mode of transportation just to keep up with its mother. Ie woe words of the great Bob Marly--"

"Inspiring words can wait, my brother, the girl's got more presents to open. Here, Boo, open mine." Cindy pushed a bag into her hands. "Baby will need some flava clothes for riding around town with mommy."

Logan laughed and reached into the bag between Max's hands. Pulling out a baby-sized leather et het he laid it across Max's gently rounded stomach. "Perfect fit."

Max turned and socked him on the shoulder. "I know I'm starting to show but I'm not that big yet." She turned back and smiled at Cindy. "Thanx, any child of mine would have to look good."

"You know it, my sista." High-fiving Cindy in the air Max noticed a rapid flash of movement out of the corner of her eyes. Dismissing it due to the height of the windows, Max turned to Bling.

"You're still here? I thought you quit."

"You'll be glad I didn't when you see what I got you."

"What is it?" Max smiled at the big box Bling set down in front of her. Peeling the paper off, she read the label out loud. "Durable canvas playpen with zippered top." She looked up at Bling with a question, "A baby cage?"

"Just until little Cale learns to walk, then this should help." He handed Logan what looked like a bundle of nylon straps.

"A leash?"

"Hey, I've felt that baby kick. You'll need a way to hold the child still."

Cindy laughed, "I wouldn't be surprised if the kid's first words are 'Gotta Blaze.'"

Logan chuckled, "She's right, Max. Bling, how big does this leash adjust?" He leaned back and measured it against Max's back.

She laughed and leaned back to whisper in Logan's ear. "Like you need a leash to keep me around." She brushed her lips teasingly against his skin.

"Anything to keep you close."

"Hey, Boos, you have time for that after the party." Cindy grinned widely. She relished the small role she'd played in Max and Logan finally getting together and watching them so obviously mad about each other was fun. "You still got gifts to open."

Kendra leaned forward with a dark grin. "This is for you two, not the baby." Logan reached out for the package Kendra held. Peeling the wrapping paper from the book, his jaw dropped at the title: Kamasutra forectaectant parents. Max giggled as Logan flipped the book open to an illustration similar to something they'd done the night before.

"This was fun, let's try some of the others tonight." Logan whispered in Max's ear. She blushed and closed the book setting it title-down on the carpet.

"Thank you, Kendra, I'm sure we'll get a lot of use out of it." Her voice was choked a little from the effort not to laugh. A soft click--like a door latching --sterstered in the quiet space between laughs. Max was fairly certain no one else had noticed the small sound. That sound combined with the earlier movement outside the window warranted investigation.

Pulling away from Logan's arms, Max pushed to her feet. Resting a hand on her stomach, Max lied. "The baby thinks my bladder is a soccerball, I'll be right back."

The look on Logan's face said he didn't quiet believe her. She hadn't been able to lie to him for months. "Hurry back, Max."

"I will." Max walked normally to the bathroom door, opened and closed it then crept silently to the bedroom door. Listening for movement Max heard a quiet rustling at the far side of the room. Quietly and quickly she entered and closed the door behind her. Faster than Max could escape, a pair of arms trapped her against a familiar leather jacket--one arm at her throat and the other cut across her stomach.

"Zack?" Ignoring the strength of his hold on her, Max pulled away and turned to face him. "I didn't know you were coming. Come out and see everyone." She started pulling him towards the door.

"No, Maxy, I can't stay. I just wanted to stop by and leave a gift." He stepped away from the door, leading her with him. Zack's eyes locked on her stomach, and a hand hovered an inch above what used to be a small waist. "I'd heard about the baby, but I couldn't really believe it. How soon?"

"Four more months. Do you want to feel it kick?" Max pressed his hand against her and whispered to the child. "Go on, little one, kick your uncle Zack." With her head turned down, Max didn't see the pained expression on Zack's face. Obediently the child placed several kicks directly against Zack's palm. Moving closer, Zack marveled at the little life kicking him. Slowly sinking to his knees, he pressed an ear to her stomach, feeling the light kicks against his cheek. "Boy or girl?"

"A girl, we think."

"Is she...all right?" Max smiled at the fear and concern in his voice.

"She's fine. No fur, fangs, or barcodes according to my doctor."

"She'll be strong like her mother." He stood, keeping a hand on her stomach. "Are you happy, Max?" The intensity in his eyes was making her uneasy. Ever since he'd found Max in Seattle, Zack occasionally made her uncomfortable with attention that seemed less than brotherly. This was one of those occasions. Stepping back slightly Max increased the distance between them.

"Very happy."

Zack nodded, his heart squeezing in his chest at the tension etched in every line of Max's body. It was time to go. Pressing a package into her hands he prepared to leave. Cradling her cheek in one hand and resting the other on her stomach Zack whispered, "If you need me, if either of you need me, I'll be there."

"I know you will, Zack."

Zack pulled away, his hands reluctantly leaving the heat of her skin. "It's time to go, I'll be around. Goodbye, little sister."

"Goodbye, Zack."

***

Max left the gift--unopened--on the night stand and trailed back out to the party. She lowered herself into the circle of Logan's arms, feeling a question breathed into her ear.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

She nodded against his cheek, but his body language said he didn't believe her. She couldn't lie to him and they both new it. He tightened his arms around her and whispered "We'll talk later."

Max brightened, a little forced, and smiled. "Who's next to shower me with gifts?"

Normal--quietly sitting nearby--leaned over to hand her a book.

"Thank you, Normal." Max smiled as she tore off the paper to reveal..."Inspiring words from George Walker Bush." Logan's hand tightened on hers as Max fought not to laugh.

"Thank you, Normal." Logan said clearly over Max's giggles.

Then everyone else saw the title and burst into laughter. Even Normal smiled.

A unique baby shower for a unique couple.

***

But there was one more present to open. Max sat on the edge of the bed cradling the package between her hands.

"What did Zack leave?" Logan wheeled quietly into the room.

"How did you know who it was?"

"Who else could show up without anyone else noticing, and not get their butt kicked for coming uninvited?" He moved to sit next to her on the bed. She lifted her head and pushed the package into Logan's hands.

"You open it, I don't think I can."

Unwrapping the black bandanna, Logan lifted out a small but powerful handgun. A scrap of paper fell to the bed. Handing the gun to Max, Logan read the note aloud. "Max, this is to protect you and the little one when I can't. Take it! Love, your big brother Zack"

Max cradled the gun in her hands and noticed a small mark on the barrel. It was an engraved name--hers. In pretty swirling cursive the gun said 'Maxine Cale.'

"That jerk," Max's words didn't match the soft tone they were spoken in. "How could he do this to me?"

Logan pulled her into his arms, "Because he loves you, almost as much as I do."

***