Who: Logan J, Pamela & Jeremy What: Surprise teen When: Backdated Where: Logan's Apt Warning: Language Status: Closed/Completed GDoc
Pamela was sound asleep. Happily nestled against Logan and hogging the bed. It was his own damn fault for being deliciously huge. She had to cling to him out of self-preservation, which always led to her having most of the bed.
She was also a night owl so she’d only been asleep about four hours before the bedroom door slammed open.
“Oh my god get up!” The rude bang of the door woke her up, but the unknown young male voice made her frown. “I’m going to be late. Again!” Then there was stomping away from the bedroom.
Pamela propped herself up and hoped Logan had an answer. “...ok what?”
Logan groggily sat up, still confused how he always ended up almost falling off the bed. Somehow he knew a bigger bed might not solve the problem.
The sound of an annoyed male voice caused confusion. And then he sniffed the air and looked at Pamela. “I have no idea, but,” he sniffed again. “I…smell werewolf.” Unfortunately, Logan needed to get out of bed and pull on sweatpants to go investigate further. Because his nose couldn’t be right. “I smell…a scent similar to you…and me?” What the hell.
And then the voice called out, “Dad. SERIOUSLY. You’re the one on me about always being punctual. How can I do that if you run late?” Logan looked confused. To Pam he said, “What day is it?”
“No really, what?” Pamela pulled herself into a sitting position, not really giving a shit that she was naked. None of what Logan just said made any sense, and that had nothing to do with being sleep deprived. She’d been around him and his pack long enough now to know how it worked.
“Uh,” she said as she ruffled her hair. “Weirdnessday?”
The young man appeared at the bedroom door again, let out with a huge sigh and rolled his eyes. “Gross. Geezus, Mom.”
Well, this seemed like a prime moment to finish getting into those sweatpants. “Okay, where is it you’re going to be late? Also why do you smell like Pam…and me…and.” Logan abruptly stopped.
“No. You can’t be our kid. We haven’t been together long enough to have a kid, let alone a kid clearly in his teens.” But scents didn’t lie. Ever.
“I don’t think enough caffeine exists right now.”
Pamela smirked. Yes, she was amused that she grossed out a kid…sounding like her kid…by being naked. Then she reached out to swat at Logan. “Toss me a shirt because my senses are a bit screwed at the moment.”
“Yeah,” the boy said as sarcastically as possible. “I’m your kid. You named me Jeremy, and there’s this shitty thing called School.”
Pamela burst out laughing. “Yeah he’s my kid. And you’re taking the day off.”
Logan looked at his phone after he tossed Pam her shirt. “Jeremy. It’s Saturday. Seriously. You don’t have school. I don’t have work. And there’s literally no way he isn’t your kid,” he added to Pamela.
“How about I make some breakfast? And a gallon of coffee?” He didn’t think the stabby barista at Starbucks would appreciate him ordering a gallon of coffee.
“So, have you had your first Change yet? I can’t tell,” Logan admitted. Logan didn’t Change until he turned 18 and everyone else in the Pack had passed their first Change by years when he joined. Then he sniffed again. “A couple times I’d guess?”
“Can you let me answer the question?” Jeremy gave his father a DUH look. “Getting it by scent is cheating.”
“Yeah, Dad.” Pamela grinned after she pulled on the tshirt. “And don’t even get me started on how much I’m gonna cheat.”
Jeremy groaned then went back toward the kitchen. “I made coffee and ate a poptart.”
Logan glanced at Pamela. “Definitely yours.” He followed Jeremy to the kitchen. “Okay, fine, no more cheating from me. I can’t say the same about your mother.” He grinned and moved out of the way before Pamela could swat him again.
“You need more food than a poptart, whether or not you’ve had your first Change.” Logan moved and started pulling out some food from the fridge. Since he stayed there often, Logan made sure the refrigerator had enough food for him.
“Pancakes and bacon sound okay?” Logan could make enough for the three of them based on what he saw in the fridge.
“Yeah, I’ve had my first change,” Jeremy said in a grumble. Since he apparently wasn’t going anywhere he sat down at the table. “God mom, put on pants or something.”
“Nope,” Pamela said as she sat down across from her “son”. “I know how it is in the pack. You can’t be that uncomfortable with nudity.”
“I can when it’s my MOTHER.” Jeremy let out with a long sigh then turned to his father. “Dad, please?”
To Pamela, Logan said, “We don’t prance around the kitchen naked, Pam. We just understand that before and after our Changes, we may see Pack members naked. As much as I love Tonio and Nick, I don’t want to see them naked all of the time.” While he appreciated his girlfriend’s lack of clothes, he understood why their son might not.
“Maybe throw on clothes for our son’s benefit?” Logan hated to ask, but he saw a stubborn battle brewing, and didn’t want to referee while he prepared breakfast.
To Jeremy, he said, “Why don’t you heat up some syrup in the microwave and crack a few eggs for me while your mom goes and puts on some clothes.”
Pamela huffed then turned around to storm back into the bedroom. “Fine.” The door got slammed shut but she wasn’t really pissed.
Jeremy rolled his eyes. “You know she’s just being dramatic, right? She likes to push my buttons. Calls it building character.”
Logan shook his head. “I see where you get your dramatic side, if nothing else.” He laughed, though, and measured the ingredients for the pancakes. “So, since I don’t know you yet in my timeline, why don’t you tell me something about yourself while we wait for your mother.”
But, Logan did hope that Pamela and Jeremy got along usually. Logan’s mother…well she sent Logan to live with and be raised by his grandparents after his step-father decided he didn’t want to raise another man’s son, especially a Black someone else’s son. While Logan’s family might pretend to be close, his true family remained the Pack.
“You named me after Jeremy, of course.” The look on his face screamed very original. “I’m fifteen. Had my first shift a year or so ago. And no, I’m not a virgin.”
“Yep,” Pamela said as she came back into the kitchen wearing a pair of sweats now. “That’s my kid.”
She went right up to Jeremy to place her hands on the sides of his face. “Hold still,” she said even as her kid rolled his eyes. Her fingers and thumb slid gently over his features. She’d done this with Logan. It was her way of getting an idea of what he looked like.
Pamela smiled after a few moments. “Handsome. Like your dad.”
Logan blushed at the compliment. “Definitely your kid. So, how well do you get along with Kate?” Logan couldn’t imagine the amount of ego in both his son and his niece. But, he liked how they both had confidence.
“You Changed a year ago, huh? I assume you have a little control over them now?” Logan liked that his son was a werewolf, but hated how he had to go through painful Changes.
Pamela laughed as she ruffled her kid’s hair. Oddly, she was okay with this. She’d never had any thought of being a mom, mainly because her lifestyle didn’t allow for it. But this was cool.
“Kate’s a pain in the ass,” Jremy said bluntly. Oh yeah. There had been screaming matches.
He decided that if they weren’t going anywhere he’d grab another cup of coffee then sit down. “More or less, but I don’t run on my own.”
Logan nodded. “Good. You shouldn’t run on your own until you have a better handle on your instincts and Changes. As I’m sure our Alpha has told you.” Which begged the question who was the Alpha in Jeremy’s timeline?
“Kate might be a pain in the ass, but she’s family and Pack.” Especially if Clay was around in their future. Because he would not handle his daughter being yelled at and if her mother was Alpha? No thanks.
Logan started flipping the pancakes on the griddle. “Breakfast is almost ready.” He checked on the bacon and started removing it to the plates.
Jeremy immediately snatched up pieces of bacon, sizzling hot or no, to inhale as if he were starving. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Can’t pick your family.”
Pamela chuckled. “You boys hurry up then we can go shopping for the kid.”
Logan snatched a piece of bacon before his son could.
“Pancakes are ready. We’ll definitely need to stock up on groceries.” He left alone the part about family.