Sanders sides oneshots

One Night Stand

As requested by JackSmellington
Logicality (Logan x Patton)
Angst/Mpreg/Fluff
Patton's POV

I vomit again, Logan right by my side. I've only known his name for a day and I'm in love. I hate it, he was supposed to just be a one night stand, but here we are. I'm pregnant and he's only staying for the baby. He rubs my back awkwardly as my brother and his husband run in.

"Patton!" Virgil wraps me in a hug and I cry into his shoulder.

"Logan! How are you old friend!" Roman exclaims brightly.

"Wishing I hooked up with anyone else last month." He grumbles and I sob louder.

I feel sick again and pull away from Virgil's loving hug. Logan groans, obviously annoyed at having to deal with me. I finally finish emptying my stomach and quickly leave the house. I can hear yelling from behind me but continue. I stop when I get to my parent's house.

"Mama!" I wail and both of my moms come running.

"Oh Patt, what happened?" Mom asks and I sob.

I stutter out the best explanation with tears streaming down my cheeks.

Time skip

I smile at my friend as he tries not to cry. He shakily places a hand on my small bump and I giggle. The doctor smiles and hands me a paper towel to wipe off my stomach with. Logan helps me up and I grab my vitamins and the pictures before leaving. Logan pulls into a park and grabs a basket from the trunk.

"Follow me." Logan instructs.

I smile and follow him to a gorgeous view of our hometown. I lay my head against his shoulder after we sit. We chat, but mostly enjoy comfortable silence and each other. He points out different constellations and I gasp at the beauty of the stars. He smiles at me and the atmosphere changes. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my waist. Our lips meet for a second, and it's all I've wanted and more.

We separate only because of his phone ringing loudly. I blush as he walks away to answer the call. I pack up our picnic and wait for him.

Six months later

I rest on the couch until Logan sighs when he sees me.

"This needs to be addressed. I know the kiss was a mistake. You don't share my feelings and I should've known." He whispers and I run off, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Logan's POV

"Go after him, Idiot!" Roman yells and I rush after Patton.

I know exactly where he would go! I rush to the hill where we first kissed. I find him, obviously in unbelievable pain, panting heavily. I lift him into my arms and rush to the car. We arrive at the front of the hospital in record speeds.

"I apologize. I never should have said a word." I whisper and he shakes his head.

"You're not wrong about a lot of things, but you were wrong about that. I love you Logan. Now let's go have this baby." He whispers, pain in every crevice of his voice.

"Would you like an epidural?" A nurse asks and he quickly shakes his head.

"I'm going natural." He explains.

A nurse hands me a cold towel, to which I wipe his sweat covered face. He grasps my hand and bites his lip, only stopping to breathe when the contraction passes. I wipe the small bit of blood that surfaced from the bite, it being deep, but not deep enough to require attention.

"Well Mr.Heart, are you ready?" A nurse asks and he gives a weak smile.

"As ready as I'll ever be." He whispers.

"Okay, push on your next contraction for ten seconds." The nurse instructs and Patton waits before starting the laboring process.

He holds my hand tightly, like it's the only thing he has right now. I kiss the back of his hand reassuringly. He stops to breathe and pants softly. The hours slowly tick by, the baby slowly making progress.

"L-Logan?" Patton stammers.

"Yes, dearest?" I ask and blush at my words.

"I love you." He whispers and everything freezes. It's just him and I in our perfect little moment.

"I love you too, Patton." I whisper in return and press a loving kiss to his soft lips.

Our perfect moment is interrupted by an even better one. Our son's first cries. Nurses hand him to Patton who instantly starts to cry at the pure joy he experiences. I have to admit, I cry as well, tears streaming down my cheeks as a stare at my son. Our son.

"He's perfect." Patton whispers.

"He truly is." I smile.

"What should we name him?" He asks. We haven't gone into a full discussion about names, so I pause.

"Tommy James Sanders." He whispers and I smile at the thought.

I nod and kiss Patton softly, a perfect addition to our perfect little moment.