Sanders sides oneshots

Anxious

Requested by GayForDeceit
Logince (Logan x Roman)
Fluff/Mpreg
Roman's POV

Logan flashes me a small smile before continuing his conversation with Virgil. I go back to work, working on scripts and plots for new videos. Patton pokes my shoulder and I look over, slightly annoyed at the amount of work I have to do. He motions towards Logan, and I finally notice how stressed he looks.

"Has he been sleeping?" Patton asks worriedly.

"I'm not sure. He insists that we sleep in different rooms. Something about him wanting a little space." I admit.

"Oh. Is your relationship okay?" He looks even more worried now.

"I think so. Logan isn't the easiest to figure out emotion-wise." I whisper.

"Why don't you take him on a date? Spend some time with him." He suggests.

"We've got so much work to do. Besides, he's been distant and I don't want to push him away any more." I sigh.

Patton walks away and I turn back to my work.

Logan's POV

"He won't be mad at you, no matter what you tell him. The secret can't be that bad." Virgil wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"It will change everything." I sigh.

"Is that why you won't tell me?" He asks.

"No, Roman deserves to know first." I admit.

"Then tell him. If it's that serious he needs to know sooner than later." He tells me.

"I am aware." I can't help but look over at Roman.

"He really loves you, Logan." Virgil informs and gives my shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"You can do it, Lo." He encourages and walks off.

I sigh and walk to my room. Everything is confusing. I want to tell him, but my stupid emotions get in the way. What if he leaves me? What if he realizes that I've been hiding it and gets angry? What if he hates me? I break down into tears, the flow of emotions too strong.

"Logan!" Roman calls out.

"Yes?" I try to sound as composed as possible.

"Are you alright?" He asks through the door.

"Yes." I lie.

"I was wondering if you'd like to spend some time together." Roman mentions.

"Sure, give me a moment." I tell him and clean my face.

I open the door and he smiles. It's not genuine and I know it. I hold his hand tightly, not really wanting to let go. I worry about what he plans on saying, as I can tell he has something to say. I've known Roman for so long that things like this concern me greatly. He looks stressed, worried, and that his mind is buzzing. I can also see a bit of guilt.

I speak when we reach the imagination. "Is everything alright?" I ask nervously.

"Yes." He lies and looks away.