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Who: Velma and Logan
What: Finding out the gender
Where: Velma's doctor
When: 12/12
Rating: PG for language and Logan
Status: Complete!



Velma couldn’t help but be nervous as she got out of the shower. Today was the appointment with the doctor where they’d likely find out what gender their baby was. She was secretly hoping for a boy - Logan already had enough girls in his life - but she wasn’t going to complain, either way. She’d had nightmares too many times of the kid being stillborn or otherwise unhealthy to care that much.

She got dressed in comfy clothes and walked downstairs. “Logan! You ready?”

“Are you?” Logan asked, looking her over from where he was laying on the bed, nursing a beer and flipping between two different hockey games. Truth was, he already knew, but he wanted her to find out this way. It was part of the experience, which he was enjoying.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Velma sat next to him. “Thank you for letting me find out the old fashioned way, by the way. It’s kind of a rite of passage.” She smiled. “Although the fact you aren’t outwardly shitting yourself leads me to believe it’s a boy.”

“Darlin’, I’m zen about this, an’ happy either way,” he replied, smirking at her. “Besides maybe I’d be shittin’ myself if it was a boy. Daken was a pissy little annoying brat.”

“You? Zen?” Velma snickered. “And as long as you don’t call our kid a pissy little annoying brat to their face, we’ll be okay.”

“Only if it’s not a pissy little annoying brat. Then I’ll wait until it’s an adult.” Because Daken deserved to be called a pissy little annoying brat.

“Jackass.” Velma pushed him lightly with her shoulder. “C’mon, appointment’s in fifteen minutes.”

Logan grunted, then got out of bed and changed into a real shirt. “Shoulda left earlier, didn’t realize how late it was gettin’.” He grinned at his fiancee, and then started for the door.

“We should still be okay, it’s close.” Vel took his arm as they headed out; she was getting a little more unwieldy on her feet with every day this kid was growing, so she appreciated the arm most of the time.

They made it just a few minutes late, and Velma introduced the doctor to Logan. The doctor was polite, at least; she’d half been afraid that he’d think she was slumming it - if he was, he’d been too well-bred to show it. Then it was cold goop time - ultrasound. “This ought to be interesting,” she told Logan as the nurse led them both down the hall.

He was considerate enough to be there to balance for her and enough of an asshole to make cracks about it. But they were from the heart and he was grinning at her as he made them.

“I ain’t the one getting the cold goop on my stomach.”

“Thank God. This kid would come out smoking if men got knocked up.” Velma cracked, and the nurse had to turn a laugh into a cough.

They headed into the room she’d been in before, and she undid her pants enough for them to be able to get the stuff they needed. “I’m sure we won’t be able to see anything on the picture,” Velma said to Logan, “but it’s still kind of fun to try. Like, spot the tiny arm, or head.”

“Odds are it’ll be able to smoke an’ drink by the time it’s seven.” Logan smirked. Healing factors were amazing things. And Logan would take advantage of that.

“I will kill you.” Velma was only half teasing.

She looked down as the nurse started to smear the stuff on and couldn’t restrain a yelp.

“You’ll just look on adoringly,” Logan retorted, his grin going wider as she yelped. This was adorable.

“Shut up, it’s cold.” The nurse laughed this time, even as she told Velma to lie back.

She obeyed, still making a face at Logan, but then her attention was diverted by the screen. After a few minutes, a murky picture came up. “I was right, I can’t see anything.” Velma murmured, but she couldn’t help choking up a little bit, too. Her kid, with the man she loved. It was more than a little humbling.

“You’re jus’ bein’ a wuss.” Logan looked at the screen, his hand squeezing Vel’s lightly. There was something to be said about seeing something like this. Beat the hell out of a kid showing up on the doorstep. “Ain’t sure that’s mine, ain’t ever made somethin’ that perfect before.”

“What is it?” Velma asked, then laughed, feeling silly. “I mean, gender wise.”

“It’s a girl,” the nurse said, grinning. “A very healthy little girl.”

“Holy crap.” Velma laughed. She turned to Logan, tears in her eyes, but still smirking. “Are you Henry VIII, that you can only have daughters?” But she was beaming. A little girl! Her own daughter!

The one with Mariko would have been a boy, but now isn’t the time for that. This is time for happy, and Logan grinned at her. “I guess so, better watch your neck. Fuck i’m goin’ to get more jokes about that, aren’t I.”

“You’re short, too. You bet your ass you are.” Velma wiped her eyes, still grinning. The nurse was laughing as well, excusing herself briefly to get another probe cover. Velma turned to her fiance once the woman had left. “I love you, you know.” They’d have to talk about names, but she was dead set that either the first or middle name would be honoring Mariko or Amiko. They were still part of Logan’s life.

“Love you too, darlin’,” he replied, his grin still wide enough to hurt. It was a pretty amazing thing and he still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was really, really lucky. And still a little paranoid. But in his experience paranoia was healthy. He just wondered when the other shoe would drop.

“One of her names will be Mary. Or Amy.” The Japanese versions would get her made fun of, and God help any kid who picked a fight with her daughter. Logan’s daughter. “Beyond that, we’ll talk. I’m not naming the kid after my mom, I fucking know that.”

“Don’t even remember my mom’s name ...” Logan really couldn’t. His memories were such a big jumble that one thread led to one memory and another to a different one. “I like Mary and Amy.”

“I don’t want two Y names. But either one of them would be nice for a first name.” Velma chuckled. “I don’t know. Without Mariko and Amiko having been in your life, you wouldn’t be the same person. And I kinda like the person you are.” She kind of felt like that ought to be honored.

They’d figure it out. The nurse came back in with another tool and finished the ultrasound, showing them the little hands and feet. “She’s in a good position,” the woman told Velma as she finished up. “If she stays there, you shouldn’t have to worry about a C section or anything like that.”

“Good to hear.” That would suck if they had to cut her open. And Logan would worry.

Logan would volunteer, damn it. His baby, his wife (to be). The adamantium would probably be a bad idea though. He looked relieved. “That’s my girl.”

The nurse smiled. “Both of them seem to be in fine health, Mr. Howlett. Not to worry.”

She left the room, telling Velma to come to the desk to schedule her next appointment once she’d gotten dressed. Velma took a minute to fix herself up again, but once they were alone, she wrapped her arms around Logan. She didn’t say anything; she just needed to share how excited she was with the one person who’d get it.

“Good. It’s my kid, damn well better be in fine health. That kid is gonna be special.” Whether she wanted to be or not. Logan looked at Vel, then hugged her back. Words weren’t really enough right now, so he kissed her, and tried to tell her that way.

Velma smiled. “Let’s get home. We can fool around til Eli gets up.”

“Second best news I’ve heard all day,” Logan said. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Our kids are gonna hate us.”

“It’s what you’re supposed to do as a parent, I think. Make your kids hate you.” Velma nodded, leaning on him as they made their way out.