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Logan was woken up the next morning by someone shouting and the bed shaking slightly. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes and saw that Nate was jumping next to him on the bed.

"Daddy! Wake up! Wake up!" the little boy shouted, thumping his fist against Logan's arm.

He saw Logan's eyes flicker open and he stopped jumping with a smile. But Logan just smirked and rolled over to hide his head under his pillow, making Nate frown. He dropped down to his knees and started to shake his father.

"Daddy!" he whined.

Logan chuckled and suddenly came out from under the pillow, quickly grabbing Nate around the waist and pulling him down onto the bed. Nate squealed loudly as he was pinned down and Logan started to scatter loving kisses over his face.

"Ew!" he complained, flailing his arms around and trying to push Logan away. "Daddy! That's gross!"

They heard a groan and both looked over to where Kendall was still lying in bed. The blonde man cracked open one eye and then promptly shut it again.

"You two are so loud."

"Why you in my bed?" Nate asked him and Logan laughed, sitting Nate in his lap and kissing his cheek.

"Kendall wanted to cuddle with us last night, didn't you?" Logan smirked.

Kendall opened his eyes just so Logan could see him roll them, "Of course I did."

Nate climbed out of Logan's lap and lay down beside Kendall, wrapping his small arms around him. Kendall laughed lightly and rolled onto his side so he could hug Nate closer.

"Hey there, Big Man."

Nate looked over at Logan and reached out his hand, opening and closing his fist to grab at thin air, "Daddy, c'mere."

Logan happily lay down on the other side of Nate and wrapped his arms around them both. Nate grinned happily as he snuggled between them both.

"Y'know, I have to get up for work…" Kendall pointed out.

Logan rolled his eyes, "I know, so do I. But we have a bit of time yet; we can cuddle for a bit longer."

"You don't have to come in today," Kendall told him and Logan frowned.

"It's Tuesday…I work on Tuesdays."

Kendall glanced at Nate quickly, but the small boy was oblivious and drawing patterns on Kendall's shirt with his finger, "I thought you could have the day off. Y'know, after last night?"

"I'm fine, Kendall."

"I just thought you could spend the day with Nate…What you said last night—"

Logan groaned, "Please, don't remind me of that. I still feel terrible about it. You know that I didn't mean it, right? I was drunk."

Kendall nodded, "I know, Loges. I just think it would be good for you. Just come back on Thursday, alright?"

"Okay," Logan sighed. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Now, I really should get up."

Kendall untangled himself from Logan and Nate's grip and then gave them a wave before heading out of the room.

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

"Do you want pancakes today?"

Nate nodded enthusiastically and jumped out of bed, grabbing Logan's hand and trying to pull him with him. Logan laughed and held his hand as he followed him to the kitchen.

Kendall walked into the kitchen, now dressed for work, and he went up to Logan with a smile.

"Something smells good."

Logan shot him a smile over his shoulder, "Thank you. They'll be ready in a minute. You can go watch cartoons with Nate, if you want?"

Kendall wrapped his arms around Logan's waist and rested his chin on the smaller man's shoulder, "Nah, I'm fine just watching you."

Logan sighed with a smile and just let Kendall stay with him. He shrugged out of his arms when it came to putting the pancakes on plates and then he gave them to Kendall to put on the table, reminding him to cut Nate's up for him while Logan grabbed the juice from the fridge.

Before Kendall left for work, he gave them both a kiss and told them to have fun. Logan then cleaned up the dishes while Nate ran back to watch television. Logan joined him once he was done and smiled at the goofy grin that was on Nate's face while he watched his cartoon.

"So, what do you want to do today?"

Nate looked up at Logan and shrugged, "Dunno."

"Umm, do you want to go to the park?"

Nate shook his head, "No."

"How about the movies?"

Nate's face lit up and he nodded quickly, "Yeah!"

"Okay," Logan grinned. "We'll go after lunch. Let's get you dressed first though."


Logan and Nate were sitting at the table eating their lunch when there was a knock at the door. Logan ruffled Nate's hair as he walked past to go and answer it. His face fell and he was tempted to slam the door shut again when he saw Camille standing on the other side.

"Hey sweetie," she smiled.

Logan glared at her, "Don't. What are you doing here?"

"I haven't seen you in ages. I miss you."

Logan glanced back into the apartment to make sure that Nate was still okay and oblivious to it all and then he turned back to Camille with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I told you, it's over. We're not coming back."

"Don't be silly. You need me."

"No I don't!"

"You do. Come on, who else would want you?"

Logan's arms dropped to his sides and his fists clenched. Camille just looked smug, knowing that he wouldn't do anything. Logan couldn't help but think of Carlos. Carlos wanted him…but Logan went and screwed that up.

"I love you, Logan. I'm the only one who ever will. Just come home and we can figure everything out."

Logan shook his head, "This is our home now. We're not coming back with you. I have to protect Nate."

Camille rolled her eyes and pushed past Logan, letting herself into the apartment despite Logan's protesting. Nate looked up from his food and grinned at Camille, climbing down from his seat and running over.

"Mommy!"

Camille awkwardly hugged him and pulled back to smile at him, "Hey Nathan. Want to come out with Mommy today?"

"Camille, no," Logan responded sternly.

But Camille ignored him and kept her eyes on her smiling son.

"Yeah!" Nate said excitedly.

Logan groaned and Camille looked triumphant as she turned to Logan.

"Come on, let's go get a coffee."

"That's no fun for Nate."

Camille shrugged, "So? We need to talk about you coming home."

"I told you. We're not. And I promised that I'd take Nate to the movies today."

"Well, we can do that after we get coffee. Now let's go."

Camille crouched down to Nate's level again and Logan ran his hand over his face in frustration as he let out a groan.

"Nathan, go get your shoes on, okay?"

Nate nodded obediently and disappeared into his bedroom. Logan stepped forward and continued to glare at the woman.

"You have no right coming here. And now you're getting Nate all excited, but you don't even want to see him."

Camille just rolled her eyes and brushed her hair behind her shoulder, "Don't be like that, baby."

"Don't 'baby' me."

Nate came running out of the bedroom, his shoelaces still undone and Logan groaned, knowing that the boy would trip one of these days if he wasn't more careful. So he picked up his son and sat him on a chair while he tied his laces for him. He then reluctantly followed Camille out of the apartment, Nate grabbing his mother's hand in excitement. Camille stared down at him in surprise but still held onto the little hand.

Logan was surprised that Camille still had Nate's car seat in the car, so he was able to buckle his son in safely. Logan sat quietly in the front seat while Camille drove them to a coffee shop a couple of blocks away.

Nate pouted once they got to the small coffee shop and Logan gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Don't worry, buddy. We won't be here long. Then we can go to the movies, okay?"

Nate nodded with a smile, "'Kay."

"Get me a tall Mocha, would you?" Camille smiled sweetly as they approached the counter. "I'll go get us a table."

Logan rolled his eyes but didn't protest as she walked away. He sighed when Nate followed after her, sliding next to her in the booth and started talking excitedly. Logan had just wanted a nice, relaxing day with his son so that he could try and get over what happened yesterday. Why did she have to show up? Did she not realize that it was over between them?

Logan ordered Camille's drink and then a hot chocolate for himself and grabbed Nate a small carton of orange juice and a biscuit. It did comfort him slightly when he approached the table and Camille actually seemed to be listening to Nate and responding to what he was babbling on about.

"Nathan, why don't you go and play?" Camille asked him once he'd finished his drink, pointing over to the corner of the shop where a small 'play area' was, consisting of a handful of buildings blocks and a couple of toy cars.

Nate pouted slightly and looked over at Logan. But Logan just gave him a small nod and the little boy sighed as he left the table. Logan felt bad but he really didn't want Nate to hear whatever Camille was going to say – and he knew that she didn't either.

"So, what do you want? And don't say for me to come back to you because that's never going to happen."

"You know that it's where you should be though."

"It's not. Just stop it, okay? I'm happy staying with Kendall."

Camille crossed her arms, "Yes, but does he really want you there? Aren't you getting in the way?"

"No. He's my best friend and it was his idea."

"Maybe he regrets it though."

"Shut up! That's not true. He loves me and he loves Nate. It's better for us there."

"It's not. Nathan needs to be with both of his parents; we need to be a family again."

"Camille, we were never a family. If you cared about us, even a little bit, then you'd want us to be happy…and we're happy with Kendall."

Camille's eyes started to fill up with tears and she grabbed Logan's hand tightly, "Logan, I love you. I don't want to lose you."

Logan tried to pull his hand away but her grip was too tight, he bowed his head and tried his hardest not to look at her, "Y-You already have."

"No, we can work this out. Come on, please?"

Logan shook his head, "I told you. I don't love you anymore."

"But you loved me once before, you can love me again."

"I'm sorry, Camille. But I can't."

"I'm not letting you leave me," Camille hissed, her nails digging into Logan's hand.

Logan gasped and tried to pull his hand away from her, "Camille that hurts!"

"You have to come back with me. I bet if I asked Nathan, he'd want to come home."

"Don't you dare."

Camille just smirked at him as she let go of his hand and sat back in her seat, taking a sip of her coffee. Nate then came running back over and Logan had to force a smile on his face.


Camille also ended up tagging along to the movie that Logan and Nate went to see. Logan desperately wanted her to leave but he didn't have it in his heart to upset Nate; the little boy seemed so happy to be spending time with his mommy again. Nate even sat beside Camille in the theatre and Logan was forced to sit on the other side of her.

He worried about Nate throughout the film, constantly glancing over to make sure he was okay and that he was behaving. Camille sighed and placed her hand on his thigh.

"He's fine," she whispered. "Just enjoy the film."

She left her hand on Logan's leg and he just stared at it for a moment before he brushed it away with a frown. Camille scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.


Logan picked Nate up as they left the theatre, smiling at him enthusing over the film and watching him yawn occasionally.

"Well, we better get home," Logan told Camille. "Nate's tired."

"But doesn't he want to go to the toy store?" Camille asked with a smirk.

Nate gasped in excitement and nodded his head, "Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Not today, Nate," Logan sighed. "You need your nap."

Nate's bottom lip began to quiver and Logan groaned, shooting a glare at Camille. She continued to look pleased with herself and just waited for Logan to give in.

"Nate, please don't cry. I'll take you to the toy shop another day, okay?"

"No! Want to go now!"

"Nate…"

"Mommy, please?" Nate pouted, reaching his hands out for her.

Camille reached out her hands but Logan held onto Nate protectively, not wanting her to take him, "Fine! We'll go to the toy shop. But then we're going straight home, okay?"

Nate nodded quickly, a smile returning to his face. Camille grinned and then led the way back to the car.


"Why are you doing this?" Logan questioned her as they drove down the road.

"Doing what?"

Logan glanced behind him to the backseat and saw that Nate was distracted and staring out of the window, "Being so nice to Nate…"

"He's my son."

"Since when do you care?"

"Since I want us to try and be a proper family again."

Logan groaned but kept quiet; he was sick of all of this and really didn't want to get into another argument, especially not with Nate in the backseat.


When they got to the toy store, Logan had to help Nate narrow down his options. He just couldn't decide between three things. Logan reminded him that Kendall had already bought him another teddy bear the other day and that he had plenty of race cars but he also told him that the play kitchen was maybe a bit too expensive. Nate looked up at him with sad eyes and Logan sighed, he looked to Camille and she just raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'll pay half," he offered.

Camille just shrugged, "Whatever. Just carry it to the checkout."

Nate jumped up and down happily as he saw Logan pick up the big box and smile at him. He eagerly followed Logan and smiled at the middle-aged woman behind the counter as she scanned their item.

"Is this for you?" she smiled at him, to which he nodded excitedly. "Well, don't you have a lovely mommy and daddy?"

Nate smiled up at his parents as Logan handed over his card – Camille had told him that she'd pay him back, but he wasn't so sure that would happen. But he didn't care because, right now, his son was happy and that made Logan happy.

They thanked the cashier and she waved them goodbye, telling them what a beautiful family they were. Camille grinned as they walked out of the store.

"See, she thinks we're a beautiful family."

Logan shifted the large box in his arms, struggling to carry it, "She doesn't know us."

"Logan, come on! What do I have to do to get you back?"

"There's nothing you can do. It's time you found someone else, Camille. Someone who you actually care about."

Camille grabbed Logan's arm and he flinched as he stopped walking. Nate hovered by his side and looked up in confusion as Camille leant towards Logan, her hand still gripping his forearm.

"Have you found someone else?" she hissed. "Is that why you're acting like this?"

Logan shook his head quickly, "N-No…"

"Don't lie to me."

Sighing, Logan averted his eyes, "T-There was someone, but – "

Camille suddenly slapped Logan around the face and his hand immediately shot up to clutch his cheek in shock. He struggled with the box in his arms but still kept a hold on it. Nate watched them both through scared eyes and he grabbed onto the leg of Logan's jeans for comfort.

"How could you?" Camille exclaimed, tears in her eyes.

"I said there was someone. There isn't anymore. Happy?"

Logan looked down at Nate and felt terrible when he saw the boy's scared expression. He wished that he hadn't have seen that. Logan had tried so hard not to let Nate be exposed to any of the violence that occurred in his relationship with Camille over the last few years and now he'd failed at that.

"We're going home now, Little Man," Logan told him, giving his a small but comforting smile.

"I'm not taking you home," Camille frowned.

"I wouldn't want to get back in a car with you anyway. There's a taxi rank over there, we'll get a cab."

Logan managed to hold the box under his arm and he grabbed Nate's hand with his free one.

"Logan, don't leave me!" Camille shouted, making to go after him.

But Logan just picked up the pace and didn't turn back, safely making it to the building down the street.


Nate was curled up in Logan's lap on the ride home and he kept staring up at his father.

"Daddy?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Why did Mommy hit you? Were you bad?"

Logan slowly shook his head, "No, I wasn't. Mommy was just a bit upset. But she'll be okay."

Nate leant up and gently kissed Logan's cheek and pulled back with a shy smile. Logan tightly wrapped his arms around him and held him close, kissing Nate's forehead and sighing heavily.


Once they returned back to Kendall's apartment, Nate immediately started to beg Logan to set up his play kitchen. It didn't take his very long and the three year old was soon wearing a floppy, white chef's hat while holding a mixing bowl and wooden spoon.

"I'll make you a cake!"

Logan laughed softly and gave a nod, "Okay. You make a cake for desert while I go and make dinner."

Nate grinned happily and started to stir the invisible mixture in his bowl, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

Logan made his way to his own kitchen but he paused halfway there, stopping to look back at Nate. The little boy was bouncing around his little work area, happily making sure that everything was right.

Logan couldn't stop his mind from drifting to Carlos.

He remembered when he watched Carlos at work, the Latino obviously loved his job and got excited every time he heard the oven timer go off. Logan remembered how adorable Carlos looked while he iced cakes, his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue darting out to occasionally wet his lips. He also remembered how Carlos had to make sure that his displays always looked absolutely perfect; every time he sold something, he would slightly rearrange the remaining products, just so they looked right.

Logan suddenly found himself not in the mood to cook anything tonight, so he just ended up putting a pizza in the oven, along with a tray full of fries.


When Kendall came home from work, he grinned when he spotted Nate with his play kitchen.

"Well, isn't that fancy?"

Nate looked over at Kendall and waved, "Do you want a cookie? I made them just now."

Kendall hung his jacket over the back of a chair and then walked over, "Sure. Are they chocolate chip?"

Nate nodded, "Yup."

Kendall smiled as Nate held out a plastic cookie and he accepted it with a thank you. Nate watched him expectantly and Kendall raised it to his mouth, pretending to take a bite.

"Oh, yum," Kendall grinned, rubbing his stomach. "Are you sure you made these, Nate? I think they're too good…"

Nate gasped and lightly hit him on the arm, "Yes! I made them!"

"Did Daddy buy you this?" Kendall asked, gesturing to the kitchen and Nate nodded.

"Yep. Mommy and Daddy got me it today."

Kendall raised an eyebrow at 'Mommy' and he glanced over to the kitchen where Logan was cutting up their pizza. He looked back at Nate and gave him a smile.

"That's awesome, Nate. I'm gonna go see Daddy now, bet you've got lots of baking to do."

Nate nodded and turned away to open up a cupboard and pull more things out.

Kendall approached Logan and the brunette avoided his eye. Kendall leant back against the counter and watched him for a moment.

"So, you saw Camille."

Logan kept his head down, taking his anger out on slicing up the pizza, "Yeah. She came over, wanting us to go back with her again."

"What did you say?"

"I kept telling her no. Then she asked Nate if he wanted to go out for the day."

Kendall frowned, "Really? Why's she being nice to him? Did she really buy him that kitchen with you?"

Logan laughed shortly, "We paid with my credit card. But I think she was just being nice to him so that I'd think she was trying to change. But then she hit me, so…"

"She hit you?"

Kendall was suddenly behind Logan and he wrapped his arms around him in a comforting hug, resting his chin on the other man's shoulder.

"I'm fine," Logan reassured him.

Kendall was staring around at his face, "Then why do you look so sad?"

Logan tried to wipe at the tears that had been forming in his eyes, "Because Nate baking in that stupid kitchen reminds me of Carlos."

"Logan," Kendall sighed.

He turned his best friend around so that he could hug him properly. Logan clutched the front of his shirt and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm so pathetic," he mumbled.

"You're not! You're allowed to be upset. I just wish you weren't."

"Me too. I just miss him. Being with Camille today, it just…It reminded me how happy Carlos made me. I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have kept Nate a secret."

Kendall stepped back slightly, but still kept his arms around Logan. He looked into Logan's sad eyes and he wiped away his tears with his thumb.

"You should talk to him."

"He hates me."

"He doesn't. He's just upset as well. Just ask him to meet you somewhere so that you can explain. I'm sure that he'll give you that much."

"But what if he doesn't?"

Kendall kissed his forehead, "It's worth a shot."


Logan sat in the park the following day, his hands were twitching and he was glancing around nervously. He sat at a picnic table in front of the café that was next to the play area. Logan had sent Carlos a text that morning – with help from Kendall – and he'd asked him to meet him during his lunch break. Logan had no idea whether Carlos would actually turn up since he hadn't even replied to the message, but Kendall had told him not to give up. Kendall was convinced that Carlos would show, but Logan wasn't so sure.

Logan waited and waited and was so close to giving up when he saw the boy he'd been waiting for walking towards him, his hands shoved in his jeans pockets and his head hung low. Logan's breathing got caught in his throat and his palms started to sweat with nerves. He'd thought over everything that he was going to say to Carlos, but now his mind had gone blank.

Logan was too busy panicking that he hadn't realised that Carlos had got so close. He looked up in surprise and quickly got to his feet, nervously staring at him.

"You came."

"Yeah," Carlos replied, looking up at him quickly before glancing at their surroundings instead.

"Please, sit down?"

Carlos looked at him for a moment but then he sat opposite Logan at the table. Logan took a deep breath as he sat back down and he observed Carlos briefly. He looked so sad and Logan hated that it was because of him. However, he still looked gorgeous and Logan felt the sense of longing in his chest again.

"Oh! I, uh, I have something for you."

Carlos finally looked at him properly and raised an eyebrow, "You do?"

Logan nodded shyly and grabbed the Tupperware box that was sitting beside him on the bench. He looked at it for a moment and then nervously handed it to Carlos. Carlos looked even more confused and he looked up at Logan once more before he carefully took the lid off.

Logan smiled when Carlos let out a surprised laugh at seeing the cake inside. Logan had attempted to make a sponge cake for him and had covered it in white icing. Iced on top in red, shaky writing was the words 'I'm sorry'.

"Did you really make this for me?"

Logan nodded, "Yeah…I made it this morning. I-I know its lame, I'm sorry. It probably tastes really bad too. You don't have to eat it."

"Logan, i-it's sweet. Thank you."

Logan relaxed slightly, feeling more comfortable around Carlos now that the cake had sort of lightened the atmosphere. He decided that now was probably the time for him to start apologising.

"Carlos, I'm so sorry for what happened. I really am. I-I should have told you. I wanted to…"

"Then why didn't you?" Carlos asked, placing the lid back on the cake and sitting it on the table. "Did you really think that I would hate your kid?"

"No! No, of course not! You're, like, the most loving person I've ever met."

"Then why?"

"I-I-I have trust issues," Logan bowed his head in shame. "I've been hurt before and I really didn't want that happening again."

"I would never hurt you," Carlos told him, his voice softening slightly.

"I know," Logan said quietly, nervously fiddling with his fingers on top of the table. "I just didn't know what you wanted at first. I couldn't believe that you would want me, I didn't want things to get too serious too fast if you were just going to leave me."

"Why do you always think so poorly of yourself? I-I know you said your last relationship wasn't great…but did it really affect you that much?"

Logan bit on his bottom lip and Carlos reached out a hand to hold onto one of Logan's, stopping him from fidgeting so much. Logan looked up at him in surprise and he was met with a small smile.

"T-The relationship…it, it was an abusive one," Logan admitted quietly, not knowing how else to explain it.

Carlos' eyes widened and his hold on Logan's hand tightened, "What?"

"S-She hit me. For the past five years or so, I-I've lived in fear and have constantly been told that I'm not good enough f-for anyone. She-she never even wanted our son. I didn't want to get into another relationship and him not be wanted."

"Logan," Carlos sighed sympathetically. "I-I had no idea. I'm sorry."

"I really am sorry, Carlos. I was just so scared. I was trying to protect us both but by doing that, I hurt you. But I really care about you. You make me happier that I have been in a long time."

"I do?" Carlos blushed.

Logan shyly nodded his head and stared at their linked hands sitting on the table. Carlos softly ran his thumb over the back of Logan's hand and sighed.

"I'm really sorry about what happened to you, Logan. You don't deserve that. I just wish you could have trusted me."

"But I do. I-I do now. I swear, I was going to tell you on Monday but then James was there and I'm really sorry! If you never want to see me again, then I understand."

Carlos stared at him in confusion, "What? Logan, I don't hate you. I was just upset and it was a lot to take in. But I still want to see you. Y-You make me happy too."

Logan smiled at Carlos' blushing face, "Really?"

"Yeah," Carlos nodded timidly. "You're amazing. I-I can't believe that anyone would say you're not."

Logan stood up from the table and walked quickly to Carlos' side, sitting beside him and hugging him tightly. Carlos grinned and returned the hug, gently holding him.

"Thank you, Carlos. You…You really forgive me?"

Carlos nodded, "Yeah. But please don't lie to me again? You can tell me anything, I promise. I'm here."

Logan pulled back to rest his forehead against Carlos' and he gazed into his eyes, "I'll tell you everything. No more secrets."

"Good," Carlos smiled.

Logan's eyes glanced down at admired Carlos' lips for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his own lips. Carlos noticed and gave a small smirk.

"Logan, are you going to kiss me?"

"Am I allowed to?" Logan replied with a blush.

Carlos giggled and gave a quick nod, "Uh-huh."

Logan smiled in response and cupped Carlos' cheek, tilting his head so that their lips were finally touching. Carlos eagerly kissed back, his hands resting on Logan's side while Logan had his hands stroking Carlos' cheeks.

They both smiled shyly at each other when they pulled apart. Logan shot a glance at the play area to the left of them and then looked back at Carlos, biting on his bottom lip.

"Uh, do you…Do you want to meet him? M-My son?"

Carlos' eyebrows shot up, "He's here?"

Logan slowly nodded, "One of the moms offered to watch over him while he played. B-But you don't have to."

"No," Carlos replied quickly. "I want to."

Logan's face brightened, "You do?"

"Yeah," Carlos grinned.

"Okay," Logan breathed, standing from the table and grabbing Carlos' hand.

Carlos tightly held onto Logan's hand as he nervously let himself be led over to the play area. He smiled at all the children running around and climbing over everything. He looked to Logan and saw him grinning over at the sand pit.

"Nate!" he suddenly shouted, calling the little boy over.

Carlos' eyes shone with curiosity as he saw a small, brunette boy turn at the sound of Logan's voice and he came running over. He stared down at him and gave a shy smile.

"Logan, he looks just like you."

Logan nodded happily and bent down to pick up his son, "Carlos, this is Nate. Nate, say hi to Carlos."

Nate blinked up at Carlos and clutched at Logan's shirt, "Hi."

"Hey Nate," Carlos beamed at the adorable child. "Wow. Uh, how old are you?"

Nate stared down at his hand for a moment with a small frown on his face and he fiddled with his fingers, eventually raising his hand and sticking up three of them, "I'm this many."

"Ooh, you're a big boy then!"

"Uh-huh," Nate nodded proudly.

Carlos looked at Logan and saw that he was grinning widely while he watched them both. Logan gazed at Carlos in adoration until he felt Nate poking his cheek.

"Daddy! Come play with me, please?"

"Oh, uh," Logan glanced between his son and Carlos. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I'm a bit busy right now."

Nate pouted and sadly bowed his head. Carlos took a step forward and grabbed his attention.

"I'll play with you, if you want me to?"

Nate was suddenly grinning again and he wiggled in his father's arms until Logan put him down, "Yeah!"

"I'll race you to the swirly slide," Carlos smirked before taking off, Nate close behind him.

Logan laughed and stayed back to watch them race, beaming and chuckling when Carlos stumbled and allowed Nate to overtake him. Logan could feel tears of happiness building up in his eyes and he had to blink rapidly to stop them from falling. Watching Carlos play with Nate, everything seemed right. Logan thought that things were finally starting to work out for him.

"Daddy!" Nate beamed as he came running back over. "Carlos pushed me really high on the swings! You see?"

"I did see! Was it fun?" Logan smiled over at Carlos as he joined them.

"Yeah! I was flying!"

"Logan, I have to get back to work now," Carlos told him quietly.

"Oh, right, yeah."

"It was great to see you though…and meet Nate. He's just adorable."

"Thank you for being so amazing about all of this," Logan thanked him, pulling him in for another hug.

They both started laughing when the felt something wrap around their legs and they looked down to see Nate joining in on the hug too. Carlos crouched down and held out his arms.

"Do I get a goodbye hug?"

Nate grinned and hugged him happily, "Thank you for playing with me."

"That's okay. We'll play again soon, okay?"

The little boy's grin widened and he nodded quickly.

"Oh, Carlos?" Logan said, drawing the man's attention and making him stand back up. "Uh, are you doing anything Saturday night?"

Carlos thought for a moment and then shook his head, "Nope, why?"

"Well, Kendall has invited James over for dinner…and I was wondering if you wanted to come too?"

"Really? I-Is that alright with the others?"

Logan nodded, "It was Kendall who suggested it."

"I'd love too."

"Great! I'll let you know what time and everything when I speak to Kendall about it."

"Okay, can't wait."

"Me neither. Sorry, I'll let you get to work now."

Carlos just shrugged, "You're worth being late for. But yeah, I should probably get back now."

"I'll see you soon. Thanks again."

"It's okay," Carlos smiled, going to hug Logan again.

Logan quickly pecked Carlos on the lips, his cheeks tinged pink and trying to ignore the way that Nate was staring at them. Carlos stepped back to prevent himself from pulling Logan in for another kiss and then gave Nate and Logan a wave as a final goodbye and then he finally managed to walk away from them.

"Bye Carlos!" Nate shouted loudly, waving his arm at the man in the distance.

Logan laughed when he saw Carlos wave back and heard him shout 'bye' one more time.


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