Guys, I thought I had lost this story and I just found it. I'm so glad I did. :D Okay well, here's the second chapter. :)

Chapter 2

Colors of pink, purple and blue were painted all across the sky. The sun had not yet come up, but the twilight was a sure sign it would very soon.

Logan and I were still sitting on the rock. We hadn't talked much in the few hours we had sat there. Enjoying each other's company was enough. It gave us a chance to clear our heads, and it somehow gave us a sense of being normal. It had been a long time since we had done that. It was nice.

The sun began to rise. The colors began to vanish. We stayed there staring at the sky a while longer.

Logan's watch alarm went off. He looked down at it. "9:30 already... Time flew by fast," he said as he stood from the rock and turned off the alarm. "We should get going. Gustavo said today we start recording a new album."

"Okay," I said as I stood from the rock. "Let's get going then."

During our walk back home, we had a long talk. Logan did most of the talking, while I listened patiently. My mind somewhere along the way began to wonder. As we walked further through the park, I heard crying. I couldn't be sure if it was real or if my mind was playing tricks on me. Whatever it was, I had to find out.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Logan walked a little further, before he realized I was not following him. "Why'd you stop?" he asked as he turned to look at me.

"Shush," I said, trying to listen. There it was again. "Did you hear that?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah," he said after a moment, "it sounds like crying."

I ran through the trees without a thought, almost as if by instinct. I could hear Logan calling my name in the distance. I ignored him. The only thing on my mind was to find the source of the crying.

I passed many trees but found nothing. I had been running for about fifteen minutes. I was already out of breath and tired. I stopped at a tree, to stop for a few moments to catch my breath.

"Kendall!" I heard Logan yell.

"I'm over here!" I yelled back between pants.

"Come here, I think I found something!" he yelled.

I began jogging towards the direction I heard his voice coming from. Towards the exit of the forest I saw Logan stooping over what seemed to be the roots of a tree. As I walked closer, what he was stooping over became clear. A picnic basket. The cries became louder as I neared him.

I stooped down next to him. Hesitantly, his trembling hands began removing the basket lid. We both gasped at what was inside.

Inside the basket was a small baby wrapped up in a white blanket. It had dark brown hair. Its skin was a light pink, probably from all the crying. We could not see its eyes; they were shut tight. Its cries seemed to escalate by the passing moments.

Without thought, I lifted the baby out of the basket and started rocking it. Slowly, its crying and loud screams stopped. I looked down at it; its dark brown eyes meeting my light green ones. To my surprise it laughed. I couldn't help but smile at the small infant.

"Kendall," Logan said, "there's a note."

I turned to Logan in surprise. 'A note?' I thought. "Here," I said gesturing for him to open his arms. "Take the baby."

Placing the baby in his arms, I took the piece of paper from the small bed that was made in the basket. I began reading it...

Dear Stranger,

I am no longer able to take care of my daughter. My economical standing is not good; I barley have enough for the rent... Though it pains me with all my heart, I must give up all my rights to her...

She is five months, two weeks, and three days old. She has to be fed every five to six hours, and is perfectly healthy. I have not named her, I have no right to, so you can name her. Just please take good care of my little girl...

Thank you.

Folding it back up I shoved it in my pocket. I didn't know how to react. "Logan," I said not looking at him, "it's a girl."

He looked up at me. "How do you know?" he asked, placing the baby in my arms again.

"It said so in the letter. Her parents can't take care of her anymore," I said, looking down at the small infant.

He stayed silent a few moments, letting it sink in. "But why not take her to an orphanage?" he asked, his gaze staying fixed on the baby.

"I don't know..." I said. I stayed quiet for a few moments, choosing my next few words carefully. "Logan," I said looking up at him, "I... I want to take care of her..."

"What? We don't know the first thing of how to take care of a baby," he said, sounding a bit frantic.

"We can learn. Besides, mom can always help us along the way." I was not about to give up so easily.

"Having a baby is a big responsibility. You have to change it. Feed it. Dress it. Bathe it, and so much more."

"I know," I said, looking down at her. "I just can't leave her. Besides, if we give her to an orphanage they might not take care of her right."

"But Kendall…" I looked up at him with a determined look. He froze. He knew I would not be giving up so easily. His gaze turned to the baby. It lingered there a few moments, before turning back to me. "Alright Kendall," he said in a near whisper.

We both just sat there a while. Neither knowing what to say to the other. Somehow the small baby was able to stay quiet. Logan's watch went off again. It was 11 o'clock. Half the day was already gone.

"We should get going. Mrs. Knight might get worried if we're not home soon," Logan said. "Let me hold her while you stand up."

I obeyed. Once I was on my feet, Logan gave me the baby. He stood and grabbed the basket.

"So does she have a name?" Logan asked as we began the walk home. I felt a set of watchful eyes on us. 'It must be her parents...,' I thought.

"No, they didn't give her one," I answered.

"Do you know what you are going to name her?" he asked with a curious gaze.

"I was thinking, Emma," I answered, looking down at the baby. Yes, Emma fit her perfectly. I smiled.

"I like the name Rose," he said, trying to sound casual. I knew better.

"Hmm. Emma Rose," I said molding it over. "It has a nice ring to it."

"I thought so too," he said with a smile as we began crossing the street.

We passed by many stores. "Hold on," Logan said stopping in front of one, "I need to get something from here. Wait here a minute, I'll be right back," Logan said as he went inside the store.

I waited outside with Emma. She was quiet for a few moments, before she started laughing for no reason. I looked down at her. Her once pink face was now a light cream color. Her big smile made her look so adorable. I couldn't help but smile. It's a funny thing about babies; they make you smile so effortlessly. For no real reason at all.

"What are you laughing at, Emma? Hmm, is it because of my eyebrows?" I said teasingly. She just continued to laugh.

"Did I miss something?" Logan asked, coming out of the store.

I looked up at him. A big smile was painted across his face. "Nope, Emma was just laughing," I paused for a moment, "I think she's making fun of my eyebrows," I said with a more serious look on my face.

He just laughed. The serious act didn't last, within moments I was laughing along with him. The three of us were just laughing there, without a care. People probably gave us strange looks but I didn't care. It never really mattered what others thought.

As the laughter died we continued our walk home. "So what did you get?" I asked, gesturing towards the bags he had in the other hand.

"Just some things Emma might need right now. Two bottles. A pacifier. A pack of diapers. Some baby powder. Later on I'm probably going to go get some more baby stuff," he said as we walked past the parking lot towards the Palm Woods.

We tried to go through the lobby unnoticed. To our luck, mostly everyone was out at auditions, filming, recording, and who knows what else. Bitters was probably on a lunch break, considering it was lunch time. We were able to pass the lobby unnoticed to my relief.

Exiting the elevator, we walked down the hall to our apartment, 2J. Logan grabbed the keys from my jacket pocket and opened the door. To our surprise no one was home. The apartment was completely empty.

We walked into the living room. Logan laid the basket and bags on the couch and went to the kitchen. I sat with baby Emma on the couch. She began to cry. I became frantic. 'Why on earth was she crying?' was the only thought running through my mind.

"She's probably hungry," said Logan's calm voice in the midst of all the crying and drama going through my mind. "I'm already heating up a bottle for her." He grabbed the baby formula and bottles from one of the bags.

He walked back to the kitchen. I followed close behind. Using a small measuring cup, he poured some of the baby formula in the bottle. After that, he poured some of the water till it reached halfway. After shaking the bottle, he squirted some milk on his hand. "Perfect," he murmured contently, handing me the bottle.

As soon as I fed Emma the bottle, she stopped crying. I watched her as she gulped the bottle down. "She must have been really hungry," I murmured more to myself than to anybody. I began walking to the living room.

"Kendall," said Logan's voice coming from the door. I turned to look up at him. "I'm going out for a little bit. I already called the guys and told them you had a sore throat, and that I stayed home to take care of you. So we're off the hook today. I should be back in about two or three hours. Are you sure you can handle Emma?" he asked, sounding a bit concerned.

"Yeah. Go on ahead, it's only a few hours. What's the worst that can happen?" I said giving him a reassuring smile.

With a simple nod he was out the door. I turned my attention back to Emma. She had already finished her bottle and was now fast asleep. I couldn't help but smile as I took the bottle out of her mouth. She was fast asleep in the arms of her daddy...

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