Logan was fairly sure that if he went and asked his boss if there was another stack of accounts for him to process, his boss would hand him two days worth of work. On the other hand, he'd just been emailed at least six absolutely new real estate listings and they were practically calling to him from the confines of his inbox. It would only take a moment to examine them, and the pile of completed accounts on his desk was definitely tall enough for one morning. He'd earned a little break and a quick daydream about his and Sebastian's future together.

He was miles down a rabbit hole of real estate photography when the phone at his elbow rang, startling him out of his reverie and sending him frantically opening up his work spreadsheets again as though his boss could both see as well as hear him when he picked up the phone.

"Just done–" Logan started to say as he lifted the receiver, but his certainty that he was about to be lectured was cut off at once by the voice on the other end of the line.

"You have to come home," Sebastian croaked, breaking off into gasps and muffled profanity.

"Honey?" Logan said, startled into the question, as though he couldn't recognize Sebastian's voice in a thousand-person crowd, let alone over a bad phone line.

There was a long, crackly sound on the other end of the line, and then Sebastian spoke again. "Baby's coming," he said, the words muffled through gritted teeth. "Come home."

It was everything that Logan had been hoping and dreading for months, and he leapt to his feet, still tied down by the cord of the phone in his hand. "I'm coming," he said, words falling out of his mouth and tripping over one another. "Are you okay? Do you need to call the ambulance? Is there anyone with you?"

"Just come home," Sebastian said. "I'm fine." A click, and the line went dead. Which was just the kind of thing Sebastian would do if he was trying to demonstrate that he was actually totally fine, but was still absolutely terrifying. Logan dropped the receiver haphazardly into its cradle and practically bolted from his office and towards the elevators. He didn't quite manage to let his boss know what was going on, but probably one of the four people to whom he'd shouted the exciting news on his way out of the building would pass the information around.

They'd thrown him a baby shower in the break room last week after all. They had to know that this was likely to happen at any minute.

The actual drive home passed Logan by like the tail-end of a dream. It seemed like he'd practically teleported from the office parking lot to right outside his own front door, which wasn't possible, but he seemed to be safe, sound, and home, so he wasn't going to question it. Instead, he rushed through the door, stopping short in the living room where Sebastian was pacing in tight circles, his face tense.

"Are you okay?" Logan blurted.

Sebastian huffed the bare outline of a laugh. "I'm in labor, so...kind of?" He yelped and clutched at his stomach again, bent forward slightly over the round mass of his belly. "Ready to go?"

They'd been planning this for weeks, the go-bag was packed, the arrangements made, and Logan still found himself staring blankly at Sebastian, feeling less prepared than he had for anything in his entire life.

"Earth to Logan?" Sebastian snapped. "I can't drive myself here." He straightened up, one hand still on his lower back, and started to head for the door, spurring Logan into action. Logan found himself circling Sebastian as he grabbed the go-bag and started calling ahead to the birthing center, watching his lover out of the corner of his eye.

Sebastian was putting a brave face on it, but Logan could see the waves of labor going through him in every squint of his already tense eyes, or in the sudden clutch of his hand on the door of the car. He tried to ask how Sebastian was doing more than once during the wild ride to the hospital, but Sebastian seemed to be in his own little world right now, his breathing labored and heavy.

After the care with which Logan had shepherded Sebastian into the birthing center, it made his head spin how fast the nurses took over. Intellectually, Logan was sure that he'd spent a long time waiting while Sebastian pushed and screamed and squeezed Logan's hand until he thought the bones might snap. But afterwards, with his daughter warm and damp against his chest, it was as if the time had flown by, even the agonizing wait while the nurse washed and weighed the baby.

"She's perfect," Logan said softly, reaching out with his free hand to stroke Sebastian's arm.

"Yeah." Sebastian's face was drawn and tired, his head sunk into the pillows as though his whole body was a weight too heavy for him to lift. He looked amazing. Logan would have swept him up in an embrace as well, except that Sebastian looked like he might break if he was brushed too hard. The nurses had assured them that labor was like that. Logan was a little terrified.

"You're perfect too," Logan said. He wanted to sing and dance and maybe take off to run a couple of laps around the whole building just to get out his wild excitement. But his daughter felt so fragile in his arms, even swaddled tightly in her fuzzy blanket, that he hardly dared to lean forward in his chair, let alone stand up. He grinned down at Sebastian instead, his heart swelling with love. "You're both perfect."

"I don't feel perfect," Sebastian informed him. He yawned loudly and winced, eyes going wide. "But she's pretty great."

Logan laughed softly, holding their baby girl as still as he could. The nurses kept telling him that she wouldn't break, but every one of his senses kept screaming at him that she was fragile and impossible and she might melt or something if he didn't watch her constantly. "Do you need more painkillers?"

"Nah." Sebastian's eyes were still fixed on the tiny bundle in Logan's arms, softer than Logan had ever seen them. "Just to sleep for about a week."

"Sure thing," Logan said. "I've got this from here."

"You better." Sebastian lifted one limp hand from the blanket, pointing a finger tiredly in Logan's direction. He was watching Logan's face now, maybe looking for something, though Logan wasn't sure what.

"Go to sleep," Logan told him. "I got her. I got you. I got all of this, okay?" Inside, he felt more terror than certainty, but either way, he wasn't going to let Sebastian – or their new daughter, the most impossibly perfect thing in the universe – down. It just wasn't going to happen.

"Okay." Sebastian nodded. His eyelids started to flutter shut, though his head was still tilted towards the two at the bedside. Whether he was looking at Logan or the baby, Logan couldn't tell.

"Sleep," Logan repeated. The sheer experience of holding their child, of watching Sebastian produce something so amazing, had filled him to the brim with emotion, but somehow his heart still seemed to have room to grow as he gazed on Sebastian's sleepy face. "I love you, babe."