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Logan took Nate to the park in the afternoon the next day. He smiled as he watched the little boy run around in the play area and actually join in with the other kids for once. They were all slightly bigger than Nate though, so Logan made sure to pay extra attention to his son, just to make sure he was okay.

Logan sat back on a bench and kept watching his son, a smile on his face, especially when Nate would give him a big wave from the top of the swirly slide, or shout to him to tell him to watch him do the hopscotch.

However, every now and again, Logan's mind would wander and he would think of Carlos. He still felt terrible about running out the night before and knew that it must have upset Carlos. He needed to apologise, so Logan grabbed his phone out of his pocket, ready to phone the Latino.

He paused and stared at his phone, trying to think of what he was going to say. He took a deep breath and then pressed call, nervously holding it up to his ear.

"Hello?"

Logan smiled when he heard Carlos' voice and he let out a small sigh, "Hey, Carlos. I—I, uh, I just wanted to call and…apologise."

"Really? What for? I'm the one who should apologise…"

Logan shook his head, "No, I'm the one who ran out. I shouldn't have done that. I really am sorry."

"It's okay, Logan," Carlos sighed. "I came on too strong. I—I'd had a bit too much to drink. I was scared you were mad at me."

"I thought you'd be mad at me…" Logan laughed softly.

"So you still want to see me again?"

"Of course I do! I do. Just, let me know when you're free and we'll sort something out."

"Okay, I will."

"Awesome."

"I've got to get back to work. But it was great to hear from you and I'll check my calendar and get back to you, okay?"

"Okay, sounds good."

"Bye Logan."

"See ya, Carlos."

Logan sighed happily as he hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. He was glad that he hadn't messed things up with Carlos and that things were going so well. Logan could tell that he was falling for the Latino man. He was still scared about letting himself get too close to someone in case he got hurt again, but Carlos was different to anyone he'd ever met. He was sweet and kind and loving. Logan was even warming up to the idea of telling him about Nate. He felt like he could trust Carlos and really wanted their relationship to continue and grow and Carlos seemed to want the same thing. Logan just hoped that was true.


Kendall sat back in his chair, taking a break from sorting out the timetable for this week's hockey practices, and stared across the office at Logan who was checking the numbers on the stock list.

"I was thinking of inviting James over for dinner next week."

Logan looked up from the papers with an amused smirk, "You are? Does that mean I get to meet him?"

Kendall nodded, looking slightly nervous, "Yeah…Maybe you could invite Carlos and we could make it a double date?"

"Oh," Logan looked surprised. "I—I don't know. I'll think about it, okay?"

Kendall opened his mouth to reply but was cut off when Logan's phone went off. Logan looked confused and grabbed it out of his pocket, frowning when he saw Mrs Knight's name flashing on the screen.

"Hello, Mrs Knight? Is everything okay?"

"Honey, I don't want to panic you, Nate's just a bit poorly."

"He's what?" Logan panicked, although that wasn't the response Mrs Knight wanted. "What's the matter with him?"

"He's got a bit of an upset stomach and he's been sick. But he's asleep on the couch right now, he's okay. I just thought you should know. I can still keep an eye on him until you finish work."

"No," Logan said, shaking his head. "I'm going to come and get him." Logan glanced up at Kendall, checking that it was okay with him and Kendall gave him an understanding nod. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Okay, sweetheart. See you soon."

"Yeah. Bye."

Logan quickly hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket, standing up to grab his jacket from the back of his chair.

"Are you okay, Logan?" Kendall asked cautiously. "Is Nate okay?"

"He's been sick. I-I have to go and get him. That's okay with you, right?"

Kendall nodded, walking over to Logan and wrapping his arm around the panicking man's shoulders, "Of course it is. Go look after him and don't worry, he'll be okay."

Logan gave a small nod, his face still showing his distress. Kendall pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his head and then handed him the car keys.

"Go on. And I can walk home later, so you don't have to worry about coming to get me."

"Thank you, Kendall."

"Don't mention it."

Logan rushed out of the building and got in the car, making his way to Mrs Knight's house. Logan was rocking anxiously on the balls of his feet as he waited for Mrs Knight to answer the door and when she did, he hurried inside.

"Where is he?"

"He's in the front room. But Logan, calm down, okay? He's alright."

Logan sighed when he walked in the front room and saw his son curled up under big blankets, fast asleep and looking smaller than ever. Logan quietly stepped over to him and crouched down, running a gentle hand through the little boy's hair and touching his sweaty forehead.

"He's really warm."

Mrs Knight nodded, "I've given him some medicine. He should be okay soon."

"I'm going to take him home. Do you think I'll be alright moving him?"

A small, amused smile spread onto Mrs Knight's face, "Of course. Logan, you were training to become a doctor. I think you can handle a little stomach bug."

Logan sighed again, "I know. I just feel like I've done something wrong."

Mrs Knight crouched down to Logan's level and lay a gentle hand on his shoulder, "You haven't done anything wrong, okay? You're a great parent to Nate. Kids get ill, it's natural. But it's also natural to panic when it happens. I sure do when either of my two is ill."

Logan chuckled softly, knowing exactly what she was like with Kendall and Katie. Mrs Knight smiled at hearing Logan's laughter.

"Just take him home and let him rest. He'll be good as new very soon."

Logan nodded, "Okay. Yeah, he'll be fine."

Careful not to wake Nate up, Logan slid his arms underneath the small boy and lifted him up, cradling him to his chest. Mrs Knight grabbed the rest of Nate's things and followed Logan to the car, putting the items she was carrying in the back of the car and then helped Logan to place Nate securely in his seat.

"Thanks, Mrs Knight."

"No worries. Will you be dropping him off tomorrow?"

"Um, we'll see how he feels, I guess. I'll phone you and let you know."

"Okay," the older woman nodded. "I hope he feels better soon."

"Yeah, so do I."

Logan gently shut the car door and gave Mrs Knight a hug before he climbed into the driver's seat and headed back home.


Nate started to stir as Logan was carrying him up to the apartment. Logan tried to be as quiet as he could as he unlocked the front door and walked slowly towards his room. He placed Nate down on the bed and carefully pulled the covers over him.

"Daddy?" a small, croaky voice said and Nate's eyes blinked tiredly up at him.

"Hey, Daddy's here," Logan smiled, running his fingers through Nate's hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Tummy h-hurts."

"I know but it'll be better soon. Just have a nap, okay?"

Nate nodded weakly, yawning widely, "Kay."

Logan kissed Nate's head and gave him a small smile. Nate reached out his hand and grabbed onto Logan's jacket.

"You nap too?"

Logan let out a small laugh and nodded his head, "Okay, Little Man. I'll nap too."

Logan hung his jacket up in his closet and kicked off his shoes. Then he climbed onto the bed, lying on top of the covers beside Nate. Nate curled up against Logan's side and promptly fell back to sleep. Logan wrapped a protective arm around him and gently touched the boys head, checking his temperature before settling down and thinking everything over while his son slept.

When Kendall came home from work, Logan was sitting on the couch with Nate in his lap. They were watching one of Nate's favourite cartoons and were snuggling under a big fluffy blanket – The same blanket that Kendall and Logan snuggled under the first night Logan came to stay after leaving Camille.

"There's my boys!" the blonde grinned.

Logan smiled over at him, "Hey. How was work?"

Kendall shrugged and hung up his bag and jacket, "It was alright. Same old day really. But how's Nate?"

Kendall kicked off his shoes and walked over to the couch, sitting down next to Logan and gently ruffling Nate's hair. The little boy pouted and batted Kendall's hand away, making both adults chuckle.

"He's okay," Logan told him. "He's been sick again though and still has a tummy ache. He's also very stroppy when he's ill."

"Oh," Kendall looked amused. "That can't be fun."

"It isn't."

"Well, I'm here now. I can watch him, if you want to take a break?"

Logan looked amused by that, "Okay…Try and take him from me."

Kendall frowned slightly but turned to Nate and opened his arms, "Hey, Big Man. Wanna come cuddle with Kendall for a bit?"

Nate stared at him for a moment and then shook his head, "No."

Kendall raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"

"Daddy," was all Nate said as his hands gripped the front of Logan's shirt and he buried his face in the material.

"He hasn't let me leave him since I picked him up," Logan explained. "I don't mind though. I want to make sure he's okay."

Kendall gave him a small smile, "That's sweet. Do you want me to make you a coffee or something?"

"Oh, that would be great. Thanks, Kendall."

"No worries."

Kendall headed for the kitchen and Logan busied himself by fussing over Nate, checking his temperate and asking how his tummy felt.

"Kendall?" he called in the direction the blonde went.

"Yeah?"

"Will you grab Nate's medicine while you're in there, please? It's on the side, by the kettle."

"Okay, I got it."

"Thank you."

Nate made an unhappy sound and squirmed in Logan's lap. Logan sighed and kept his arms around him, trying to hold him still.

"Nate, stop it."

"No medicine," he complained, shaking his head.

"I know, baby. But it will make you feel better. You don't want a sore tummy, do you?"

"No medicine," Nate repeated.

Kendall came walking back and felt sorry for Logan, struggling on the couch. He placed the mugs of coffee on the table and then crouched down in front of him, looking at Nate. The infant spotted the familiar bottle and promptly pulled the blanket over his head, trying to hide.

"Hey, Nate," Kendall said, tugging on the blanket. "If you're good and take you're medicine, I'll take you to the toy shop when you're better. That sound good?"

It was quiet for a moment and then Nate peeked out from over the top of the blanket, staring at Kendall. He glanced up at Logan, looking hopefully, and received a nod from his father.

"The sooner you take your medicine, then the sooner you'll be better," Kendall told him.

"'Kay," Nate grumbled, still not happy about having to take his medicine.

Kendall grinned in triumph and even Logan looked impressed.

"Want me to do it?" the blonde asked and Logan nodded.

"Please?"

Logan held onto the boy in his lap to make sure he didn't try to run away as Kendall poured the medicine onto a spoon. Nate pulled a face and whined as Kendall held it out to him with a hopeful smile.

"Come on, open up," he said as he saw Nate hesitate and glare at him. "Think of the new toy you'll get…"

Nate appeared to be thinking it over again and then he reluctantly opened his mouth, screwing his face up in disgust as he had to swallow it. Logan rubbed his back in encouragement and Kendall gave him a proud smile.

"Yuck," Nate grumbled.

"Well done, Nate!" Logan praised him. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Tastes yucky."

"I'll get you some juice," Kendall told him, ruffling his hair and heading back to the kitchen.

Logan kissed the side of Nate's head and hugged him close again, making sure the blanket was wrapped around him, "You'll feel better soon, don't worry."


Kendall let Logan take time off work to look after Nate. His stomach bug lasted for a couple of days but then he still had a slight fever and he developed a cold.


Logan was running around the apartment, trying to find Nate's favourite cuddly bear while his son was curled up on the couch, sniffing while watching cartoons and shouting for his daddy. Logan's phone rang as he was searching through a big toy box and he groaned, standing upright.

"Hello?" he answered, not looking at the caller ID, and going back to searching through the box.

"Hey, it's Carlos."

"Oh," Logan replied in surprise and stood upright again. "Hey. How are you?"

"Yeah, I'm good thanks. I was just wondering…I'm free tonight. Do you want to do something, maybe?"

"Oh," Logan hesitated, glancing over at Nate and biting on his bottom lip. "Um, I—I can't, I'm sorry..."

"Oh, okay. Yeah, it's okay. I should have given you more notice, sorry."

Logan sighed and felt bad, "I-It's not that I don't want to, Carlos. I just, I-I'm sick. Terrible cold. I can't really go anywhere."

"You're sick? That sucks, I'm sorry. Is there anything you need? I could get you it, if you want? I don't mind."

Logan smiled to himself but still couldn't help feeling terrible for lying to him, "No, it's okay, Carlos. I'm alright. We'll sort something out when I'm better, I promise."

"Okay. Yeah, just give me a call or something."

"I will do."

"Hope you feel better, Logan."

"Thanks. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Yeah, definitely. Bye, Logan."

"Bye, Carlos."

Logan put his phone back in his pocket with a sigh. He shouldn't have lied to Carlos, he really did want to see him today, but he had Nate to look after. He couldn't leave him to go on a date and he knew that he would just be worrying about him the whole time if he did.

"Daddy!" Nate shouted from the couch. "Need a tissue!"

Logan gave up on his hunt for the bear and went to get a tissue to clean up his son's snotty nose. Luckily, Nate and his constant demands were there to help keep his mind off Carlos.


Logan was so happy to see Kendall when he got back from work. He ran over and gave him a hug. Kendall chuckled and wrapped his arms around him.

"Hello. You seem pleased to see me…"

"I am! I'm going crazy. Nate's asleep now, but I just know he'll wake up soon and be all cranky. I'm exhausted."

"Aww, I'm sorry, Logie. Is he getting better though? It won't be for much longer, right?"

"Yeah, he's doing alright. But I need to get him some more cold medicine because we're almost out."

"Well, do you want me to go get some? I don't mind."

"No," Logan shook his head. "Will you stay here and look after him if he wakes up? Please? I need to get out of this apartment. I need some air."

Kendal laughed lightly, "Sure. Here, take the car."

He handed the keys to Logan and took off his jacket while Logan got ready to head out.

Logan was thankful to get out of the apartment, he'd been stuck in there for the last few days and it was driving him mad. The car ride to the store was peaceful and soothing for him.

He walked in the store and decided to pick up some beer as well, hoping that he could have a relaxing night in front of the TV with Kendall. He grabbed a six pack and then wandered over to the pharmacy isle. His heart almost stopped when he heard someone call his name and he turned to see Carlos walking towards him.

"Logan! It is you!" Carlos smiled when he reached him and put his heavy basket on the floor. "I thought it was."

"Hi," Logan replied nervously, forcing a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were sick. Are you feeling better?"

"Um, I, uh, I just came to get some medicine, y'know?"

Carlos nodded but frowned when he saw what Logan was carrying, "And beer?"

"Oh, uh, well, yeah," Logan shrugged, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.

"You shouldn't drink when you're ill, should you?" Carlos questioned, looking confused.

"N-Not really. But it's for when I'm better. Kendall asked me to get it."

Carlos nodded again, but Logan could tell that he still suspected something was up. Logan shuffled his feet and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Were you trying to avoid me?" Carlos asked quietly, hurt in his voice.

"What? No," Logan panicked. "W-Why would I want to?"

Carlos shrugged, "You just…You don't seem very ill. Is it because of what happened at the party the other night? I came on too strong, didn't I? I apologised though. I really am sorry."

"Carlos, it's fine. I'm not mad at you."

"Then why did you lie?"

"I-I didn't lie."

Carlos stared at him and then shook his head in disbelief, "Okay. Well, just give me a call if you do actually want to see me again."

"Carlos—" Logan pleaded as Carlos picked his basket back up and turned to walk away.

"Hope you get better, Logan."

Logan sighed as he watched the other man walk away, knowing that he was mad at him. He wanted to run over to him and tell him the truth; he knew that's what he should do. But instead he walked away, hanging his head and feeling sorry for himself.


Kendall knew that something was wrong the moment Logan walked into the apartment. His attention suddenly wasn't on the hockey game that was on TV and he hurried over to Logan.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I saw Carlos," Logan mumbled, putting his carrier bag on the floor and burying his face in Kendall's shirt.

"What happened? Usually you love seeing him," Kendall asked, patting him on the back in confusion.

Logan sighed heavily, "He phoned earlier, asking to go out tonight. But I told him I was sick."

"Why would you say that?"

"I have to look after Nate!"

"I could have looked after him."

Logan shook his head, "No, he needs me here."

Kendall sighed and pulled Logan over to the sofa, "So, Carlos know you weren't sick?"

Logan nodded sadly, "Yeah, and now he's mad."

"Is it over between you two now?" Kendall asked hesitantly.

"I-I don't know. He said to call if I wanted to see him again…So, there's hope there, right?"

Kendall nodded with a soft smile, "Yeah. He can't have been that mad."

"I have to tell him everything."

"You keep saying that, Logie…"

Logan let out a heavy sigh, "I know. But I really am this time. I hurt him today and it was horrible. The longer I lie to him, the worse it's gonna get. And I don't know how he's going to react…I don't want to fall for him even more and for him to just break it off. So I have to tell him really soon."

Kendall nodded and gave Logan's knee a comforting squeeze, "Everything will be okay. I'm here for you whatever happens. Carlos is lovely and kind. If I had any doubts about him, then I wouldn't keep quiet. I just want you to be happy and I really think that Carlos can do that."

"Yeah…I really like him. I just hope I haven't screwed everything up."

"Just tell him everything. He'll understand."

Logan nodded and collapsed back against the sofa with a heavy sigh. Kendall watched him sympathetically for a moment and then got up to get the beers Logan had bought. He handed one to Logan and then let him curl up against his side as they watched the hockey game for the rest of the evening.


Oh, I feel like a bad person...

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