CARLOS' POV

A couple of days later and I had grown fond of the children. They didn't piss me off as much as they used too. My heart was warming up to them and I could tell they were also starting to like me a bit. It was Saturday and I was making everyone breakfast, including Mrs. Diamond. I don't understand why she's still here. She was supposed to be gone ages ago. I set down everyone's plates and saw Logan walk in from the corner of my eye.

"Good morning!" I chirped.

Did he ever look good in just sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt from the back. He turned around and looked at me. Oh no he didn't. He looked like absolute crap. His eyes were red and puffy and starting to water. He had bags under his eyes and he had gotten even more pale then before.

"You look like shit." I told him.

"Well thanks." he said through his clogged up nose.

He had a cold and a pretty bad one at that. Yay, now I get to take care of him and he can't refuse.

"What kind of soup do you like?" I asked.

"What?" he looked away from the fridge and at me.

"Are your ears clogged too? I asked what kind of soup you wanted."

"Soup for what?"

"Uh...To make you get better much faster?"

"That's all right. I think I'll-"

"Don't you want to get better faster so you can go to the hospital?"

He thought about it then nodded. "Yeah but it isn't your job to take care of me."

But I want to take care of you.

"Thanks but I'll be fine." he said when I didn't say repsond.

I raised my eyebrows. I'm not letting you get away with it that easily.

"Chicken soup it is. You go lay down and I'll bring it up."

"But-"

"And I don't want to see you get out of your room until you're better."

"But-"

"Goodbye." I pushed him out of the kitchen.

"Good morning!" James grinned happily.

He sat down and dug into his breakfast.

"Why are you so happy?" I asked, taking out all the ingredients I needed to make Logan a fabulous bowl of chicken soup.

"I'm going to be in Steven Spielberg's new movie." he got up and started dancing. "I'm gonna be famous!" he sang at the top of his lungs.

I rolled my eyes and exchanged a glance with Kendall who had just walked in.

"What's he so happy about?" he asked me.

"He finally landed a roll in a movie." I laughed and made the soup.

"What are you making? It smells good." Kendall asked when I was halfway done cooking it.

"Soup. Logan's sick." I replied pouring it into a bowl.

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." James yelled and I knew he was smirking. "Taking good care of your boyfriend I see?"

I smiled and I felt my cheeks get hotter but I dared not look at them. I didn't want to admit that I was attracted to him.

"What?" Kendall asked.

"Yeah, Logan totally wants Carlos' dick and I think Carlos wants Logan's."

I rolled my eyes at James' sentence but I was smiling. I put the soup into a tray and headed to Logan's room only to find him in his work clothes and putting his shoes on.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked him.

"To work." he coughed.

It was raspy and disgusting and filled with germs. I set down the tray on his night table.

"You're not going anywhere with that cough."

"Yes I am. They need me."

"Isn't the hospital for people to get better?"

"Yes..."

"You're going to make your patients sick as well as everyone that works with you."

"They know how to ta- AAAAAAAAAAACHOOO." he sneezed, literally causing snot to fly everywhere.

"Now imagine you spilling that on your patients."

He made a disgusted face and sighed. "Fine."

He crawled into bed and started sipping the soup. I was walking out of his room when I heard him mumble something. It sounded like a thank you. I bit my lip and went back downstairs. James was still in the kitchen, singing.

"Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend. All he really wants is to be your boyfriend!" he winked at me.

I rolled my eyes. "The kids are still sleeping?"

He nodded. "They called me uncle Jaime. Aw."

"You're starting to like them." I smiled.

He snorted. "No..."

"Then why are you letting them call you Jaime? You don't let me call you that."

"Because they're children." he shrugged.

He was lying. He was growing fond of them, just like I was.

"By the way, why did you tell Kendall I'm a whore?"

"I didn't really say it in those words but you are." I took out some orange juice and sat next to him.

"So! That doesn't mean he had to know!"

"What do you care?" I drank the juice.

"I like him!" he yelled, as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah and by tonight you're going to be fucking some other dude."

"Hey do you think Logan will let me move in with you guys?" he asked, completely changing the topic.

I spat all the juice out of my mouth and onto the island.

"What?" I yelled wiping my mouth. "Are you fucking insane?"

"His house is huge and it's so empty. I doubt he'll mind it."

"James!" Mrs. Diamond yelled.

"Coming!" he yelled out then focused on me again. "Do you mind asking him?"

"Yes I do."

"Cawlos!" Conner cried walking into the kitchen as James walked out.

"Good morning." I smiled at the little guy.

"I hungry." he pouted holding his teddy bear.

"I am hungry." I corrected him.

He looked at me tilting his head, confused. I laughed and picked up him, putting him on a chair instead of his usual high chair.

"You have to say I am hungry." I told him.

"I alweady say I hungry." he frowned. "I want otha chay."

"No, the way you say it is wrong."

"I want otha chay!"

"You don't need your high chair."

He frowned about to start bawling his pretty little hazel eyes out. For crying out loud. You're 4, not 2 months old.

"Is Conner a big boy or is he a baby?" I asked him.

"Conna big boy."

"If Conner is a big boy he sits in big boy chair okay?"

"Okay!" he nodded.

I smiled and made him pancakes.

"Hey make me some of that!" James yelled walking in.

I looked at Conner, expecting him to start crying but he just sat there patiently, waiting for his breakfast.

"Okay."

"Damn you've become Logan's housewife." James laughed.

I frowned and threw the batter at him. It hit him in the face.

"HEY!" James yelled.

I laughed.

"Me too!" Connor grinned.

Wow, he looked nothing like Logan. Mhm. I guess he went after his mom.

"You want to make uncle Jaime ugly and messy?" I asked him.

He nodded excitedly.

"Don't you dare!" James exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Watch me." I grinned handing the bowl over to Conner.

James dashed toward the door but I didn't let him. I was faster than he was. Conner and I covered him in pancake butter, as well as getting a shit load on oursevles. We spent 10 minutes running around and making a mess in the kitchen.

"How much pancakes were you planning on making?" James asked slapping me.

I laughed. We were all on the kitchen floor, sticky and gross. Conner was lying down on my chest, falling asleep. How was he falling asleep on an empty stomach? And all sticky?

"What do you think your boyfriend will say when he sees the mess you made out of his kitchen?" James asked.

I felt a blush creeping up on me. "He's not my boyfriend." I mumbled.

"Don't worry, he will be." I heard the grin in his voice.

"Hey! What's going on?" Laila yelled walking into the kitchen.

"Shh. Your brother's sleeping." I told her.

"Are you sure you're six?" James asked Laila then turned to look at me. "I swear she's just short. She's too smart for a six year old. She even talks smarter than we do."

I burst out laughing. He made no sense.

"You guys better clean this place up!" she ordered.

I riased my eyebrows. I guess James was right.

"But I want food first." she pouted.

"James will make you food while I go clean off your brother." I said, slowly getting up.

"Uh how about I take him and you cook. I don't want to k-i-l-l her with my skills." James said taking Conner out of my hands.

"I can spell you know." Laila frowned.

I laughed. "What do you want?"

"Pancakes." she smiled.

"That would be hard because all the powder is finished." I said going throught the fridge to find her something else.

"Hey what's going on?" Logan asked from the doorway.

He walked into the kitchen and his eyes widened.

"I was ma-" I started to say but before I could finish he puked, all over the floor.

"Gross." I said covering my nose.

"Tell Wanda to clean this place up." he said and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

You know what? I'm not so sure I want to take care of him if he's going to be throwing up.

"Daddy are you sick?" Laila asked standing next to me.

He nodded but keeping his eyes on the island instead of his daughter.

"Carlos will take care of you." I looked down at her and she was staring up at me with those big brown eyes.

I smiled softly and picked her up.

"Carlos will take good care of your daddy." I said kissing her on her dimple that was now more visible.

I heard Logan walking out and Laila's face fell. My heart broke for the little girl. She shouldn't be feeling neglected or sad at such a young age. Well little Mr. Dick, we're going to have to change that aren't we? You need to start appreciating your kids.

"How about I make you some grilled cheese?" I asked Laila.

She smiled, just a bit and nodded.

it's so ironic. in the middle of writing this i got a cold. tell me how guys like it so far!

oh and school has started so i wont be updating as fast, although i do take forever to update.

but i will try and update as fast as i can :)