Okay, so this is something I've been promising xXSmileyXD for so long now and I've finally gotten around to it. I got really into this and I really liked the plot so here it is. This is probably going to be a four-shot, maybe more.
AN: I don't own anything.
It had been four years. Four years since BTR broke up. Four years since I left L.A. to pursue my dream of becoming a doctor. Four years since I'd last seen Camille.
Becoming a doctor was always a dream of mine, something I knew that I wanted to do since I was young, but then BTR happened and I couldn't have been happier with my friends singing. I guess something changed, I loved been part of a band and singing with my brothers for large audiences, but that wasn't my dream, it was James'. I didn't want it to be over, but at the same time I wanted to do something for myself for once. I had been taking online classes for years then, but I wanted the real experience of college. I debated on whether or not I would get over it, whether or not it was just a phase, but I think we all, my brothers included, knew what was coming.
They were more supportive than I could have ever imagined, more supportive than I deserved, but I was grateful for that. I think James' reaction stunned me the most. He smiled and didn't throw the fit I had been expecting when I told him. He gathered me in a hug and told me it was time for me to follow my own dream, not his. BTR gave us all a boost, and I was accepted in colleges worldwide, but I chose to return to Minnesota. At first it was great, the freedom, the new feeling of becoming an independent student, but that feeling was quick to wear off. I missed my friends, my brothers so much that my heart ached. They all still resided in L.A., pursuing big dreams of their own, and I couldn't be more proud. We never lost touch. How could we? We were brothers since the minute we became friends. But as the years wore on, the connection was there, but just faded. It wasn't them or even me; it was work, piles and piles of work for all of us.
I talked to James and Carlos frequently and they visited at least once a year, but I think it was Kendall and I that kept the most contact, because of his little girl. Even work couldn't get him to separate his daughter from knowing me, her uncle. He and Jo along with their three year old, Olivia, always made sure to visit at least three times a year, most of the time even more. But, it wasn't enough. I longed for their visits, I was afraid that we would stay apart for so long that we would stop caring. It was ridiculous, I knew, no one could separate us four, but still the thought lurked my mind. Phone calls to everyone were made once a week, but James' job as a singer and Carlos' acting job often made it difficult to hold long, detailed conversations. But we were still close, something to this day I could not understand.
So I stood waiting for Kendall, Jo and Olivia to pull into the driveway. It was the first visit this year, it was only February and of course, it being Minnesota, it was absolutely freezing outside. The wind was blowing and snow on the pavement was rustling every now and then. Olivia would be pleased. She loved the snow, something she never saw in L.A. but only dreamt about until she reached Minnesota. You could say we were close, she was like my own daughter, and how she remembered me each time being so young always amazed me.
Thoughts of L.A. whizzed in my mind. Oh how I missed the bright, shining sun, all the people and all the flashing city lights. I missed everyone, it was something that had been bugging me lately. I wanted to go back, that was my final decision. I only had less than a year of college to go, something I could easily finish in California. Then, I would go from there. I looked into the living room, I had packed several boxes, nothing too big for anyone to say anything. I would tell Kendall and Jo I was coming back to L.A., they would be thrilled, I knew, and I would only follow them back a few weeks after they left. I had already been accepted in a college near L.A., and I was soon to transfer over.
Then I turned my gaze back out to the clear screen door that was just barely covered in snowflakes. The snow had just started to fall. I looked down, pondering on whether or not I should just wait for them inside of standing by the screen door which was sending a chill throughout my ground floor apartment.
"Uncle Logie!" My head shot up and my face broke out into a grin. I immediately pushed open the door and pulled the adorable little girl into my arms.
"Hi sweetie," I whispered, holding her tight to my chest. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too!" she shouted enthusiastically. Her flushed cheeks matched her equally pink nose. Wisps of her dirty blonde hair hung out from the dark blue hat that she was wearing which matched the puffy dark blue jacket which she also wore.
"Come on," I picked her up and spun her around as she giggled. "Let's go help your mommy and daddy," I told her, kissing her cheek. She leans in and places a kiss on my own cheek, the same spot where I placed one on her.
"Hey guys," I greet cheerfully.
"Hey Logan," Jo says, giving me a hug. Kendall follows her, doing the exact same thing.
After our "manly" hug, Kendall holds out his arms, expecting Olivia to fall into them. Surprisingly, she shouts, "No, I wanna stay with Uncle Logie." She clenched my jacket tightly, hugging me closer. Kendall pouts as I smirks.
"I swear, man, sometimes I feel like she loves you more than she loves me," Kendall bends down a bit to place a kiss on her cheek which she returns. "Ha, I got a kiss," he brags.
"You know she loves me more," I tease, "Anyways, she he gave me a kiss first."
"Fine, then let's ask her," Kendall tell me firmly.
"Okay," I agree, playing a ridiculous game with him, "Liv, who do you love more? Me or your daddy?"
"Really?" Jo asks as she struggles to drag the bags into the apartment, "That's what you're fighting about? Now? When it forty degrees below?" She sighs, putting down a bag.
"Mama!" Olivia cries out, holding her arms wide so Jo can take her.
"C'mere baby," Jo takes her from me. Turning, she winks and playfully says, "She loves me more."
"So how's college going, Loges?" Kendall asks, just briefly sipping the hot cocoa that Jo had offered to make.
"Pretty good, I only have a few months left," I say pulling Olivia closer to me. Her hat, gloves and jacket are now long gone and she's now dressed in her pink fleece pajamas, her hair spilling over her shoulders. She's fast asleep now and I adjust her so that her head is laying in my lap. I stroke her dirty blonde locks, running my fingers effortlessly through them. God, she was so cute. "So, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you guys about."
"What is it Logan?" Jo asks, snuggling up to Kendall as he wraps an arm around her. He leans down and drops a kiss on her lips as both smile happily.
Suddenly, my heart ached. They looked so perfect, so in love. Why couldn't I have love like that? I thought to myself. Then I thought bitterly, You would have love if you didn't leave L.A. and Camille behind. I missed Camille so much, I did. I still loved her, I never stopped, but a long distance relationship didn't work out for us, neither of us had any time to call each other. Suddenly, I felt a pang in my heart. I regretted coming back to Minnesota to go to college, I could have easily gone to one in California. If I had, then Camille and I would still be together. But, it wasn't too late, I could still fix things. I would even if it took everything I had.
"Logan!" Kendall calls out, snapping me back to reality.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I- I've missed you guys so much and I hate not seeing you all everyday so I was- I mean, I am-," I paused briefly.
"You are what?"
"I'm moving back to L.A. I transferred colleges and it's all set, I'm coming back to L.A. in a few weeks, the 25th to be exact."
"Really? That's awesome!" Jo squeals, "And you're coming back on the day of Cami's birthday, she's going to be so excited!" A smile formed on my lips, I knew it was her birthday, I couldn't wait to see Camille again.
"Yeah, I know. I miss her."
"Awww, she misses you, too. We're throwing a party for her that day, you're going to come and surprise her, okay?" Jo asks me, practically bouncing with excitement. I stared at her funny. I didn't expect her to be so overly excited and because I did consider her my sister, I knew this behavior was abnormal. I nod slowly, not taking my eyes off of her. "And guess what?"
"What?" I ask stifling a laugh at her behavior.
"C'mere," she beckons me over, patting the empty spot on the couch next to her. Chuckling, I shift Olivia's head from my lap to the couch where I lay a pillow underneath her head. Kendall laughs at Jo's behavior too, running a hand through his own hair. He must know what was coming, because he along with Jo was practically glowing with happiness, and I wasn't entirely sure if it was just because of my news. Their eyes were shining, lighting up even brighter and I took a step closer to them.
She grabs my hand and smiles affectionately. I'm confused as to what she's doing until she guides my hand to her stomach and rests it there. She looks up at me, smiling even wider now. Her hand covers mine and presses it a bit harder against her stomach. I gasp but break out into a smile joining the both of them when I realize what she's trying to tell me.
"You're pregnant?" I gasp out, tears of happiness filling my eyes.
"Yeah," she whispers standing up to pull me into a hug. "I'm so happy, Logan."
I hold her tight to me, "I am too, sis. I'm going to have another niece or a nephew." I part to look at Kendall. "Congrats, dude. Does Olivia know?" I ask. I tried to imagine her being a big sister, and I had to admit, it was a very cute thing to imagine.
"Thanks. Yeah, she does. She's really excited." Kendall wraps an arm around Jo's waist.
"You know Kendall, you shouldn't have let Jo carry all those bags inside. She shouldn't be lifting anything heavy," I reason, smirking when Jo sighs exasperatedly.
"No, no, no. We are not having a repeat of last time. I am perfectly capable of lifting a few bags especially when I'm only one month along," she huffs, "And I'm not broken or anything, when I was pregnant with Olivia, both of you didn't let me do anything, I just sat around all day and got fat."
It was true, I practically called them everyday to make sure Jo wasn't stressing herself when she was pregnant with Olivia and when they were here, I wouldn't let her touch a thing. "At least you lost all the fat you had when you were pregnant before," I add, trying to perk her up.
"Logan Mitchell! Did you just say that I was fat?" she asks, tears welling up in her eyes. Mood swings, I forgot about those.
"Shhh, no. You're not fat," I gather her into a hug until I feel her tears stop. By the time we part, she was smiling as she had been all along.
Then she takes one of my hands and one of Kendall's and places them on her stomach. We all smile instantly, as if the little gesture from her just made our day. Kendall pulls her in closer and kisses her head. "You're beautiful, baby." I can just faintly make out those words as Kendall whispers them into her ear.
"Alright, now let's help Logan pack. He's coming back to L.A.!"
I was about to protest, say that Jo shouldn't be lifting anything when I was cut off by her. "Don't you dare say anything. I'm helping you and that's that. Let's go Kendall." She drags Kendall along as he shrugs his shoulders as he's pulled along. I smirk crookedly, and follow. But before I leave, I lean down and drop a kiss on Olivia's forehead. Everything was going to be okay… soon.
AN: So, how was that? I really hope you guys liked it, the next chapter will be up soon. I love writing Logan all brotherly and fatherly, it's really fun. What did you guys think of Logan being fatherly and brotherly?
In the meantime, review?