Maybe if Nathan had been someone else, anyone else, the concept of more than one child in one go would have frightened him. Logan wanted to be a parent-- had wanted a family of his own since he'd been old enough to even think about such a thing-- but he'd never thought he'd be a good one.

Nathan made him good, though. Made him believe that he could be. And more than that, Nathan was good himself. Parenthood wasn't so frightening if it meant it was something he could share with a man who cared as much as Nathan did, and Logan chuckled quietly and shook his head from side to side.

Kissing his mate's forehead, he admitted, "Be nice if our kids had each other to play with."

He wasn't sure what the product of a werewolf and a feral mutant would be, but if it was anything even remotely resembling what he and Victor had been growing up (play fighting and hunting and living in the wild), then the more they were, the stronger they'd be.

"But you'd have to treat me like a fucking princess the whole time I carry God knows how many little Prices around," he teased.