Sanders sides oneshots

Their Gender Part Two

Requested by PotterheadAndFander
Loceit (Logan x Deceit)
Slight Angst/Mpreg
Logan's POV

I text Damien to meet me at our apartment. My anxiety slowly increases as I wait for my fiancé to arrive. I pace the floor and freeze when Damien's car pulls up. I'm shaking at this point and trying to cover it up.

"What did you need to tell me?" He asks and I try not to cry.

"I'm pregnant." I whisper and he stands completely still.

He suddenly bursts into a cold, angry, laugh. He shakes his head and shushes me before walking into the house. I run in after him and grab the positive pregnancy tests. I place them in front of him and watch his face turn into a stone cold glare.

"It can't be mine! You'd tell me right away! Who's is it?! Huh slut?!" He yells.

"It's y-yours I swear! I was just afraid to tell you!" I wail and he punches the wall.

"We haven't had sex in a month! WHO'S BABY IS IT?!" He booms and I start to sob.

I run away and hide in our bathroom. I shakily call Remy. He doesn't pick up. I can hear Damien calling my name. I call Remy again, praying to every god out there that he answers.

The next twenty minutes is a blur. I wake up from my dazed state as I sit in Roman's car. I watch as Damien stands on the porch, the anger in him replaced with sadness. Fear fills me as he walks towards the car, and motions for Roman to roll down his window.

"I'm sorry, Logan. I got scared and took it out on you. I understand if you don't want to get married anymore." He whispers and I gasp softly. I feel the urge to kiss him, cuddle him, and make him feel better than what he feels currently.

"Who said I do not wish to marry you? I'm just afraid. This is a large step in both of our lives and I thought you hated me because of it." I whisper and open my car door. I hug him tightly and give him the comfort we both need.

He lifts me up and I let out a small giggle. We pause when he gets a call from Patton. Without any explanation, he grabs my suitcase from Roman's car, packs one for himself, and takes us to the mind space.

Eight months later.

I relax as Patton makes cookies. Damien has a protective hand on my bump as he naps. I feel a sharp pain, but ignore it. After a few minutes, another hits and I gasp. Damien's eyes fly open and he picks me up.

"Should I tell Patton?" He asks and I shake my head.

"Please, just wait. I wanna lay down in bed." I whisper and he carries me to our room.

He sits and lays me in his lap. I relax as he massages my shoulders. We sit in silence, except for the occasional gasp or groan in pain. I feel him kiss down my neck and hold me close. My contractions slowly become closer and closer as we sit, a family, bonding over the labor of our first child.

"Can I get Patton now?" He whispers, breaking the comfortable silence.

"No. I want it to be just us." I whisper back and he sighs.

"If it makes you more comfortable then fine." He whispers with hesitation.

"We'll be okay." I tell him and kiss his cheek.