yes, i made logan an asshole father who doesnt give a crap about his children but hopefully that might change! :)

KENDALL'S POV

I drove over to Logan's place. Logan Mitchell and I had been friends since we were born. Our parents were inseparable which caused us to grow to like each other. He was like the brother I never had. Charlie let me in and I ran into his house.

"Uncle Kendoll!" Laila yelled, running into my arms.

"Hey gorgeous!" I picked her up. "Gimme a kiss."

She kissed me on the cheek and I spun her around.

"Where's daddy?" I asked as I set her down.

She shrugged, sadly looking away. I sighed.

"It's okay, I'll find him. Go play with your brother."

I heard someone in the kitchen, assuming it was Logan I walked in to find a short man standing there with a cookbook in his hand and confused out of his mind.

"WHO ARE YOU?" I yelled.

He immediately turned around, holding his hands up in surrender.

"I'm Carlos. Mr. Mitchell hired me. Who are you?"

"I'm Kendall. Mr. Mitchell's friend."

He let out his breath and put down his hands.

"He hired you for what?" I asked.

"To be a babysitter."

"He hired you to be a nanny?" I asked with my eyebrows raised.

He looked away embarrassed. I laughed. He was cute. I just hope Logan didn't think so.

"Where is Logan anyway?" I asked.

"He went to work."

"It's Sunday. He has Sunday's off." I frowned.

"I don't know. Jeremy told me he left." the man shrugged and went back to reading the book.

"Alright, if he comes home tell him to call me."

He looked at me and laughed. "You're kidding right? The man doesn't even look at me."

At least he didn't find Carlos attractive. I had nothing to worry about.

"Yeah that's..." I stopped myself before I blurted out anything I shouldn't have. "I have to go but if he does decide to look at you, tell him."

"Sure." he nodded.

"Thanks."

I drove to the coffee shop, hoping he was there. I walked in. He wasn't there and he didn't show up. Disappointed, I drove back to Logan's after my shift. I bumped into Carlos, who looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"It's only my second day and I'm already going crazy." He almost cried.

I laughed. "That's what kids will do to you. Have you seen Logan?"

"I heard him stomp upstairs." he said then looked down at the two fighting children. "Laila! Give your brother back his toy!"

Conner was on floor, crying his little lungs out but Laila didn't listen. She just stuck her tongue out at Carlos.

"Laila listen to uncle Carlos." I said sternly.

She pouted and gave her brother back the toy. Conner stopped crying the second the toy was in his hand.

"Thank you." Carlos mouthed.

I nodded and went up to Logan's study.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?" he asked as I sat down on his couch.

"I had a 12 hour shift. My boss is fucking crazy." I shook my head.

"Then why don't you work for me? I told you I'm going to pay you double what he does and I'm not going to drive you crazy."

"As much as I love your kids I am not becoming a nanny. Speaking of which are you out of your fucking mind?"

"What?" he asked, looking up from his paperwork.

"You hired a man. To be your nanny."

"He's not Jett." he simply stated, reading my mind.

"Why didn't you hire a woman?"

"Becaue I don't want another Camille."

"What makes you think he's not like Jett?"

"Because I can read people."

"Right. That's why you read Camille and Jett so well right?" I asked.

"Drop it." He snapped.

"I don't want to see you get hurt again Logan." I said softly.

"Don't worry, that's not going to happen. I'm done with trusting people."

"And yet you put your trust into Carlos."

"Drop it." this time it was an order.

"You can order me all you want but I'm not stupid Logan." I stood up.

I almost expected him to say something but he didn't. I sighed and went downstairs. Carlos was in the living room, trying to put Conner to sleep. I forgot to ask him why he called me yesterday. Oh well, he'll tell me soon. I walked over to Carlos and took Conner out of his hands.

"Why are you misbehaving?" I asked Conner.

The second he was in my arms he stopped crying.

"Oh thank god." Carlos said.

I laughed. "You just need to be able to hold him properly."

"I've tried holding him in various ways. He just doesn't like me."

"He doesn't know you yet. Just let him warm up to you."

Laila walked into the room. "Can I have some ice cream?" she asked Carlos.

"Sure." he said then looked at me. "She doesn't get all hyper and crazy does she?"

"Oh she does. But only for a while."

"Oh shoot me now. Let's go little lady." he took her hand and led her to the kitchen.

Once Conner fell asleep in my arms I took him to his playpen and put him down.

"Mind giving me some ice cream too?" I asked Carlos, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Double fudge coming right up." He put 1 spoon into a plastic bowl and handed it to Laila.

"I want more." she frowned.

"Well that's too bad. You're not getting any more." he said then handed me the entire carton with a spoon.

I looked at him.

"Finish it so she can't have any more." he grinned.

Laila pouted.

"Don't cry." Carlos pleaded.

She started crying. Carlos started crying with her.

"Uh...Carlos?"

"I can't do this." he cried louder.

Wow. He was stressed.

"You made uncle Carlos cry." I said raising my eyebrows at the little girl.

She looked down at her ice cream. "I didn't mean too."

"I mean I've had brothers but they weren't that much younger than me and they listened to me sometimes. I can't deal with so much pressure." he was rambling on as he cried some more. "I just can't deal with kids and crying and screaming."

"Do you see what you turned him into?" I asked Laila.

She stood on the table and walked over to Carlos. She slapped him.

"Laila!" I gasped.

But it stopped Carlos from crying.

"Don't you do that again." I told Laila.

"I'm sorry Carlos. I didn't want to make you cry." she said, fumbling with her shirt.

Carlos let out a tired sigh and picked her up from the table.

"It's okay." he told her. "Just don't do it again."

"Promise."

He set her back down in her chair and gave her a bit more ice cream.

"What's up with your friend? Does he not eat?" Carlos asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, finishing my ice cream.

"He didn't have breakfast or lunch or dinner."

"He probably eats at the hospital." I shrugged.