Kids from One Alpha

Chapter 92: Logan and the Kids

Logan found Olivia and Oliver in the backyard. They were pretending to be wolves again, howling at the sky and running around on all fours. He smiled, choosing to watch them for a moment rather than joining them. It didn’t take long for them to notice him, though. “Uncle Logan!” Olivia called. Logan winced involuntarily. He was their father, and they should know that! Sighing, Logan pushed the gate open and went inside. “I told you I’d come back to play,” he said. Olivia jumped at him and grabbed onto his arm, clinging to him. Logan laughed. Oliver ran over and grabbed onto his leg, sitting on his foot. “Oh no!” Logan cried. “You got me!” He made a groaned sound and dropped down on his knees, rolling over and writhing on the ground. The kids jumped back, laughing. Logan groaned again and then closed his eyes. He held his breath and stopped moving. “Logan?” Oliver asked, nudging him with his foot. Logan didn’t move. “Logan, you’re okay, right?” Olivia asked. She knelt down and pushed at him. “You’re not hurt, are you?” Oliver asked, dropping down on the ground on his other side. Opening his eyes, Logan growled loudly and sat up quickly. The kids screamed and ran off as he tried to grab them. Olivia was quick, and she escaped his grasp. Oliver wasn’t as fast, and Logan’ caught him, pulling him into his lap and tickling him. Oliver squealed, wiggling around and laughing uncontrollably. Olivia ran up behind Logan and jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Don’t hurt him,” she wailed. Logan laughed, releasing Oliver. The kids ran away from him, laughing and beckoning him to follow them. Logan ran after them, chasing them through the yard until he felt too tired to keep running after them.

He slumped down on the grass, leaning back against one of the trees. Olivia and Oliver flopped down on their backs on the ground beside him, panting to catch their breath.

Logan looked at them, really looked at them and studied them. He’d never let himself see how much they did resemble him as a kid. Oliver was a dead ringer, and Olivia wasn’t too far off, despite being a girl. He didn’t review his own childhood photos that often, but now that he knew what to

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eyes. Sniffling, he tried to wipe the tears away before the twins saw them. “Did we hurt your feelings?” Olivia asked, throwing herself across Logan’s chest and hugging him. “No, not at all,” he said. “You said some really nice things.” He held his arm out and Oliver hugged him too. “We didn’t want you to cry,” Oliver said. Logan side, kissing the top of both the twins’ heads. “They aren’t sad tears,” he assured. “They are happy tears.” “Crying can be happy?” Olivia asked, looking up at him. Logan smiled and nodded. “It can,” he said. “Sometimes happiness and sadness can mix together. It can make you cry while you still feel happy.” It was the first moment Logan experienced where he felt like he had something to offer his children, a real teaching moment. And they were his children! Nothing would ever really change that. Even if he never got to claim them as his

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influence in their lives. He wanted to give them some of his wisdom

jumping at them and pretending to catch up to them, but never actually tagging them. Logan allowed them to evade him every time. The giggles and laughs filled the yard and Logan felt his

dock. “Wait, you two need lifejackets on if we are going onto the dock;” Logan said. Olivia pouted at him. “Do we have to?” she asked. Logan raised an eyebrow at them. He wanted to indulge them, but he also had to take on

so uncomfortable,” Olivia complained. “I know,” Logan said. “But they will save your life in the water.” “Okay,” the twins grumbled. Logan went out onto the dock with them. The sun was starting to set

straight through to the sandy bottom. There were some small fish swimming around, only visible because of the glassy surface and the low lighting. There was no glare on the water. “Very cool” Logan said. “Will you go fishing with us?” Oliver asked. “We can do