Who: Maia, Morrigan and Logan What: who's your daddy When: Recent Where: a restaraunt Status: complete Rating: Pg-13 for language
Getting invited to a dinner with someone wasn’t usually something to be suspicious of, but Logan was just a little suspicious. He must have made an impression, at least? And he looked damn good dressed up.
Maia certainly thought so, as she caught him approaching their table. “Well, this is going to be … interesting, don’t you think luv?”
And again, Morrigan was a bit nervous. She wasn’t expecting anything from Logan, but she hoped that he wouldn’t be the kind of guy to pressure her to get rid of the child. Because Morrigan definitely would not be doing that. “Indeed it shall,” she responded as she looked up to see Logan approaching them. He certainly looked good dressed up, but Morrigan was not interested in another threesome.
“Hello Logan,” she greeted when he got close enough.
“Evenin, darlin’,” Logan said, nodding at Maia then again at Morrigan. At that, his expression shifted very slightly, and he exhaled slowly and added, “Ah. Shit. Guess this ain’t just a nice dinner.”
“What?” Maia asked.
“Sniffer,” Logan tapped his nose, then took a seat. He was gonna need a drink.
Morrigan blinked, then furrowed her brow in confusion. “You can smell that I’m pregnant?” She hadn’t anticipated that. Well. That’s one way to find out he was going to be a father.
“Yeah. Change in hormones. Ain’t always accurate but most of the time is. Guessin’ by the fancy dinner it’s probably mine.” He definitely needed that drink.
So did Maia, who immediately ordered one. “Sorry luv, none for you.”
Morrigan huffed at not being able to have a drink. She could definitely use one herself. “Yes, it’s yours. I don’t know if you want to be part of the child’s life or not, but you are certainly welcome to be. I will not shut you out of it.” It would make for a strange family dynamic, but Morrigan was no stranger to those.
“Honestly? It kind of works out. I wanted one eventually anyway, and while it would have been better to choose a time, you can’t look a gift knob in the mouth.”
Logan nodded, knocking back his drink as soon as it arrived. “Okay. That settles that. And I’d like to be at least a small part of it, if you’re okay with that. Ain’t gonna shy away from that.”
He’d messed up too much in his dreams, he’d lost access to his baby with Vel.
Logan liked the idea of second chances.
“Of course I am okay with that. Maker knows I’ll probably be cursing your name while I’m in labor.” Morrigan said to Logan with a little glint in her eyes. “This is not how I envisioned having a child would go, but alas tis what was given to us. So, congratulations on becoming a father,” she said lifting her glass of water to him.
It wasn’t like this was the first kid that came out of that tower. Logan scratched his chin and figured they should at least know. “She’s gonna have some siblings. Laura of course.” And Ami with Vel, but … best not to think of them.
“You weren’t the only ones I was with that day either.”
“Lovely.” Maia shook her head, laughing loudly. “That’s just great! Bleeding fantastic!”
Morrigan eyed Maia, but otherwise didn’t pay her much attention as she started laughing. “The child could also be a boy.” Morrigan was hoping for a boy, though she wasn’t going to use pronouns regarding the child until they were able to find out the gender of it. “Though siblings is going to be...something.” The whole notion of a family was entirely foreign to Morrigan, even in this world.
“One great big family,” Maia quipped, looking delighted and amused by this revelation. But then, she’d grown up in a communal setting so that wasn’t a bad thing for her.
“Yeah well…” Logan shrugged. “Glad you’re takin’ it well.”
“I’m glad you are!” Maia reached over and patted his hand. “Not all blokes would.”
“Yes, I was uncertain as to how you would take the news.” Morrigan hadn’t been completely certain as to how Maia would take the news either considering this wasn’t exactly the plan. But then, when did anything ever go according to plan?
“Not my first rodeo,” Logan admitted. “Thing is, I figure it’s best to know how you feel about it, an’ adjust from there, darlins’. You want it, an’ like I said I ain’t opposed to the idea myself.”
“What holiday you celebrate?” Maia asked. “Holidays. This stuff is important!”
“Tis an adjustment, and I actually had a feeling I was pregnant for a little bit before I actually took a test to confirm it.” Morrigan had been in denial over it. “Holidays are important, though I myself am not religious. I do celebrate Christmas, however.”
“Usually do Christmas. Ain’t all that religious myself. One of my… well she ain’t my kid but might as well be, is Jewish. Used to havin’ all kinds of different shit goin’ on around the holidays.”
“Makes it simpler,” Maia decided. A little less diverse, but simpler.
“Good, at least that way the child can choose their own path when they are old enough.” Morrigan refused to cram any one religion down her child’s throat. At least Flemeth hadn’t crammed the Maker down her own throat. That was about the only positive she could take from her childhood in Thedas. And in this world.
He was going to be a father twice over. He wasn’t sure he was actually as ready for that as he let on, and he knew in both cases while he’d be around he wouldn’t be able to be a central focus of the kids lives. And that? Was kind of disappointing. If Logan as a sim, besides ‘man slut’ one of his traits would be ‘family oriented.’
“Best way to do it,” he agreed.
“Maybe they’ll be a pastafarian,” Maia joked, beyond being in a good mood.
Morrigan shook her head a little and took a drink of her water. “Yes, well, I also suppose we should prepare for what we will be in for with this child. It’s highly possible this child will be a mage, as magic is genetic, I suppose you could say.” They hadn’t had a word for that in Thedas, but with the knowledge of this world and how magic passed in families? There was undoubtedly some genetic component to magic.
“Or a mutant. Good chance it’ll end up with at least my healing factor, and probably some kinda claws.” Daken had them, Laura had them, other of his kids in various timelines had as well.
Maia supposed that combined with magic would give the child a very long life. “I’d call those gifts.”
“Sometimes they are, sometimes they ain’t.”
“If the child has any of your abilities, you are more than welcome to teach them how to use and control them. We are able to handle the magic, though those talents do not manifest until puberty or shortly before it.” There wasn’t a set age for magic to appear, but most seemed to manifest magic around puberty. There was probably a dissertation one could write on that subject.
“At the rate things are goin’, I might need to open an actual school,” Logan joked. “It’s the same way with most mutants. Powers manifest at puberty, unless it’s a physical mutation then that is sometimes at birth.”
“You mine like with horns and such?”
“Yeah, or pink or green skin.”
That made Morrigan wonder something. “Is it a given that the child would inherit a mutation you have? Or could they receive a completely different mutation than what you have, such as pink or green skin?” Really, Morrigan wanted to be prepared for what she would be giving birth to in a few months.
At least this child wouldn’t be born with the soul of an Old God? That was a plus, right?
Logan rubbed his chin. “Mutations are typically random. But some kinda run in the family. People like Jean usually have telepaths too, an’ if the father is Scott that just make’s em more powerful, even though he ain’t one. Most of the children I know about from my dreams usually have somethin’ feral. Healin’ factor. Sometimes claws, but not always. Sometimes enhances senses but not always. But others, their kids tend to be random. Magneto had a kid who was like him, same kinda powers, but he also had kids with completely different powers. And at least one timeline my friend Kurt had a daughter who inherited his blue furry skin and pointed ears an’ tail, but she couldn’t teleport like him, instead she kinda possessed people.”
“So it’s kind of a crap shoot, but it seems like in a lot of cases there are similarities,” Maia said.
“If the child has claws like yours, are those apparent from birth?” Morrigan may also be wondering if her insides were going to be turned into shish kabobs during this pregnancy. Which would not be fun for anyone involved. “On the off-chance that this child inherits some obvious physical trait that is definitely not human, I think t’would be wise to attempt to find a doctor that has knowledge of the true nature of this place.”
“The claws wouldn’t be. Mine came in at puberty. So did Laura’s, but she was an early bloomer.” He wasn’t sure about Daken, but there was a lot about Daken he wasn’t sure about.
“That’s a good idea. And people who can do illusions and charms,” Maia suggested. “Being a child is hard enough without more incentive for bullies.”
“Indeed. As strange and shocking as this situation is for all of us, at least we are in this together.” It would make it easier, she hoped. Perhaps awkward for this first little while, but they would adjust.
Maia thought they’d adjust too, but Logan might need a little help going through it. “What’s the worse that could happen?”