|| making sure i can keep this account x

— right. He can't avoid it forever. "...yeah, well. Join the club," he mumbles finally, returning his gaze to hers, and then — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— flicking his eyes down to her bump. x.com/brokehercode/s…

"I'm here, I jus'..." He takes a deep breath, squeezing her hands a little, though his gaze is still on her stomach. "...this is new — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— fer us both, an' I'm.." Trailing off, Logan shakes his head some. There's no excuse for this. There's no excuse for treating Callie — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— like this...just like there was no excuse for treating Laura like he did. Maybe he really /should/ stop trying to run away from this, — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— because that's only hurting the people it's supposed to help. "...can I..?" Eyes flick up finally, hands gesturing towards — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— her stomach as best he can. x.com/brokehercode/s…

Swallows, licking his lips some before turning his eyes to her stomach again. He doesn't even know himself why he's so /terrified/ of — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— doing this, because nothing will /happen/, but he is. He has to do it eventually, though, and after taking a deep breath, — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— he very, very lightly sets his hand on her stomach, letting out an almost relieved breath upon realizing that /nothing/ is — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— going to happen just from him doing that. x.com/brokehercode/s…

This...is odd. It feels /odd/. It feels almost /wrong/ after the things he's done...but at the same time, it doesn't. It's wrong and it's — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— right all at the same time, and Logan's internally having a meltdown over the sudden reality hitting him. Callie doing what she's done — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— helps a little, though, and he relaxes a little more, taking another deep breath before actually smiling just a little, — x.com/brokehercode/s…

— turning his eyes to Callie's. After everything that's happened lately, they needed this moment... /He/ needed this moment. x.com/brokehercode/s…

It's almost 4:30 in the morning, and Logan is /still/ awake. He can't sleep. He's tried.

So rather than try to sleep anymore, he's just laying there with Director Grand., quietly watching her stomach as she sleeps.

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