Chapter 70 Recovery

• The next time Logan woke up. Holly had returned. She was sitting by his bed reading a magazine. Logan sighed, turning slightly on the bed to get a better look at her. She didn’t look up from what she was reading, just kept bouncing the foot on the leg she had crossed over the other. Holly had been good for him and good to him. He hadn’t always agreed with her, and he didn’t like the catty, jealous behavior she was exhibiting, but she had still stuck by him. Besides, she was going to have his baby. That was something that, no matter how mixed his own feelings were, he couldn’t just walk away from. “You’re awake,” Holly said, looking up from her magazine. Logan gave a nod, then winced as his throat smarted. “Could you get me some water?” he asked. Holly sighed, looking displeased at needing to do him a favor. She nodded though and left the room. While Holly was gone, the hospital room door opened again and Dana came in with the twins.
• “Logan!” Olivia said, running up to the side of his bed. He smiled, propping himself up as much as he could. “You’re hurt.” “I’m okay,” he assured. Oliver came up beside Olivia. “You sound funny,” he said. Logan motioned to the bandage on his throat. “My neck got hurt,” he said. He looked at Dana. “Please tell me that Serena knows they are here.” He didn’t want her children visiting him to cause more tension between them. Dana smiled and nodded. “Yes, she knows,” Dana assured. “She couldn’t bring them herself with work, so I offered to stop by before bringing them to daycare.” “Thank you,” Logan said. “Mommy said she saved your life,” Olivia said dramatically. Logan chuckled, hiding the wince as his chest screamed in pain from his laugh. “She did,” he confirmed. “Your mother is a great doctor.” “When will you get out of here and come play with us?” Olivia asked. “I’ll be better soon,” he promised. “Olivia, why don’t you show Logan what you brought him,” Dana offered. She took a seat in a chair across the room.. “Oh year!” Olivia said. She produced a book. “Can you read with us?” Logan smiled, feeling lighter and happier than he had in a long time. Using what strength he had, he reclined himself on the pillows.
• “Hop on up,” he said, patting the bed beside him. Olivia and Oliver climbed onto the bed, each one sitting on either side of him. They snuggled right up against him as he flipped the book open to the last page they’d left off on. Despite Oliver’s dislike for books, Logan had noticed that he listened and enjoyed them when he read to the kids. It warmed him to know that Oliver liked him and was discovering an appreciation for books through him. Logan began reading while Dana worked on a knitting project she had in her purse. Holly returned to the room and stopped dead in the doorway. “What is going on?” she asked, looking down her nose at the twins. Olivia made a face at Holly and Oliver curled into Logan a little bit. “Olivia, don’t be rude,” Dana said firmly. Olivia sighed, but stopped making her face. “Holly, the twins wanted to make sure I was doing okay.” Logan said. Holly walked to the table beside him and set his water down hard enough to cause it to splash over the edge of the cup. “They aren’t your kids, Logan!” she snapped. She put her hands on her stomach. “You’re a meanie!” Olivia said, standing up on the hospital bed. “We can visit our Uncle Logan whenever we want!” she crossed her arms firmly. “Olivia, that isn’t very nice,” Dana said. “I think we should get going to daycare.” Dana collected her things and grabbed Olivia’s hard to help her off the bed. “Yes, I think that is a good idea,” Holly said snidely. Dana had a twin on each arm. She missed Olivia turning around and sticking her tongue out at Holly, but Logan didn’t miss it. “Thank you for bringing them for a visit,” Logan said with a wave. “We’ll come back with mommy to finish the book,” Olivia said with an assured nod. Logan looked down, seeing the book still in his lap. He put the bookmark in and traded the book for his water on the table next to his bed. “Uncle Logan?” Holly asked, raising an eyebrow. Logan sighed. “They picked that up on their own,” he said. “Serena has a brother, I’m guessing they think all adult males that aren’t their father or grandfather are called ‘uncle.” “Well, maybe you should correct them,” Holly said. “I don’t understand why it bothers you so much that I have a relationship with the kids of the pack,” Logan said. He took a drink of water, soothing his dry, cracked throat. Holly scoffed, throwing her arms up in the air. “It isn’t all the kids of the pack, though,” she said. “It is just those two!” “I see it as practice,” Logan said, giving her a smile. Holly rolled her eyes. “I don’t think you realize how humiliating this is for me,” Holly complained. “You cry out for some other female in your sleep, having