A week after you have another appointment but this time you will find out the gender of your baby you have no idea if Logan is going or if anyone is going with you but you don't care you are to excited to worry about that you just want to know if its going to be your little princess or little prince.
(y/N)pov: I'm just getting ready I'm doing my hair and make up then all of the sudden I hear the doorbell, maybe Nora forgot her keys tbh idk I'm not expecting anyone, I open the door and to my surprise I see Logan and his mom standing there I'm in shock I thought Pam had left back to Ohio because of work and Logan didn't say anything about coming with me to the appointment.
(Y/N): heyyy ...... what are you doing here, Pam I thought you left to Ohio because of work.
Pam: hey did you really thing I would miss this opportunity to see my future grandchild hell no I need to know if its a boy or girl.
Logan: hey sorry I forgot to tell you yesterday and when I was about to text you its was like one am so I didn't want to bother you.
(Y/N): okay yeah its fine let me just get my stuff so we can leave.
you grabbed your stuff and left, once you arrived the doctor was already waiting for you, all three of you walk into the room you lay down on the bed the doctor puts the gel on your stomach and begins searching for the baby)
Doctor: so I see the father came along (as he is checking your stomach) well the heart beat seems good
Logan: yeah I wasn't going to miss this appointment .
Doctor: well I already know the gender so would you like me to tell you, or do you want it to be a surprise.
(Y/N) pov: as the doctor says that my heart starts beating faster and faster, all of the sudden I see Logan sits next to me and grabs my hand, I guess he noticed I was bit nervous.
Logans pov: I'm just standing there listening to the doctor and then I look at (Y/N) and I see how nervous she is, I sit next to her and hold her hand, we might not be in a relationship but we are having a child together, and I really want her to trust me and to know that no matter what I will always be here for her, and the baby.
All three: yeah we are ready to know
Doctor: so the baby is aaa.................BOY
Pam: omg yesssssss omg
Logan & (y/n): smiles at each other
after the appointment Logan has to leave to go to and audition but Pam asks him if he can drop you guys off at the mall.
while you are walking around the mall.
Pam: so what if now that we know the gender why don't we go buy the baby clothe
(Y/N): Pam I really appreciate it but Logan and I haven't talked about it, we don't know if we are keeping the baby or giving it away.
Pam: honey I know that you are nervous but I just want to buy some clothes plus if you do decide to give it up, then you still have to dress the baby before you him so its not like we would be wasting money
after that you guys shop for baby clothe, and for a couple of minutes you completely forget about giving the baby away and you begin feeling like a real mother, after shopping you and Pam decide to eat something, while you are eating she talks to you about some of Logan's embarrassing stories and about mother hood and she also gives you some advice that help you make your decision, after that you leave to your house and she leaves to logans.
that night.
Logans pov: OMG I can't believe it, its a little boy, I mean I would have being excited if it was girl too but, I just can't make my decision I mean yes I'm kinda excited to be a dad, to play with my little boy, teach him how to play football, but at the same time I wonder if I will be a good dad, I just feel like I'm too young, ugh honestly one of the hardest decisions ever.
(Y/N):honestly I can't wait until this baby is born, I think I have already made up my mind.
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little logangster (Logan Paul X reader) (COMPLETED)
Fanfictionyou move to Los Angeles to start you career as a model everything is going great, you are having the best time of your life, everything seems perfect until you end up pregnant with Logan Paul's baby. what will happen to your career? will you and Log...
