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A few years had passed since Archie and Malorn had their son. A hectic few years, with their weddings and various holidays with Archie's family. Logan grew into a calm boy, shy and quite introverted, not unlike his carrier. Archie had brought up the prospect of another child a few times, but Malorn had been somewhat hesitant, not wanting Logan to feel replaced or jealous. However, one of their love-making sessions while Logan was away with his grandparents had resulted in conception, though no one really noticed. Malorn had been sick a few times, though it was nothing he couldn't handle. A headache here, a stomach bug there. He was still getting used to diseases in the United States, and he was raising a five-year-old. Even Archie had fallen ill a few times due to Logan. It wasn't until late in Malorn's first trimester that something happened, the Russian skipping lunch and deciding to work through it instead. He'd done it plenty of times before, he was sure that it couldn't do much harm. However, he began to feel dizzy, and during a presentation of all things! He tried to fight through it, but before he knew it, the ground seemed to be coming closer... Malorn was surprised to wake in a hospital, feeling uneasy on top of his dizziness and confusion. He wasn't a fan of doctors or of hospitals, not trusting them in Russia, and barely trusting them in the States. The blond fumbled around in bed for a few moments, attempting to find a button that called a nurse into a room. He knew they existed... He looked up when a nurse came in, ceasing his fidgeting. "How did I get here? Where is my husband?" he asked. Malorn's English had gotten better over the years, though his accent was still strong and prominent.