A/N: Hey, all! Just wanted to say thanks so much for all the kind words about the story! Just FYI, I probably won't update for about a week since I'm moving into my new place in a few days and on Tuesday I'm gonna go see the boys live (which is super exciting!), but I'll be working on the story when I can :) Thanks again and I hope you enjoy the next few chapters!

Chapter 11 - Parenthood

After breakfast, James headed to the couch to watch some Good Morning Today. It certainly wasn't his favorite, given his experience during Big Time Rush's first appearance on the show, but since one of his teachers was recently promoted to lead anchor, it had become a routine, just to know whether she would be in a good mood that day.

"Henry, come back!" As soon as he heard it, James saw a tuft of curls push past his mother, who was on the phone. Henry promptly jumped up on the couch next to James, his feet dangling over the edge.

Camille sighed, covering the receiver. "James could you…?" She seemed as unsure as he did, but he nodded anyway.

"What are you watching, Uncle Jamie?"

"Good Morning Today. It's the news."

"News is boring," Henry pouted.

"Trust me, this is the least boring news around." James chuckled, remembering the antics he and the guys had gotten into on their set all those years ago.

"Well, I wanna watch cartoons!" Henry scrambled over James' lap, feebly attempting to grab the remote control.

Snatching the remote before the four year old could reach it, James changed the channel. "Hey! This thing is like $300! No touching the remote!"

The boy pouted. "WHY NOT?"

"Because it's mine and I said so!" James didn't care that he sounded like a toddler, but he came to regret the words as soon as he'd spoken them.

Henry's face began to turn bright red, scrunching up into a grimace. Within seconds, the house was ringing with the boy's wailing screams, tears flowing from his eyes.

"JAMES! Kitchen. Now." Camille stood in the doorway, her eyes piercing with rage. As James got up, he looked down at the boy, who was now writhing around on the couch, his tantrum escalating.

"Shouldn't you be trying to calm him down?" James looked back at the screaming banshee that was his son.

"He'll tire himself out in a few minutes."

"Yes, but I can't think with him screaming."

"Welcome to parenthood. Now what the hell did you do?"

"He was trying to grab the remote and I told him not to."

"Why the hell did you do that?"

"It's a three hundred dollar remote, Cam. I didn't want him to break it!"

"But telling him no hurts his feelings."

"Hurts his feelings? No builds character."

"Oh, so now you're some sort of parenting expert?"

"NO," he put special emphasis on the word., "But you know as well as I do that life is the land of no, and letting him cry every time something doesn't go his way isn't going to make that any easier."

"Well you don't get to decide that. I do."

"So what, now I'm not allowed to interact with him?"

"No. You're not. Henry, let's go, mommy has some errands to run." Camille brushed past him, scooping up the still sobbing child and slamming the door behind her.

"Kendall, that bitch is gonna drive me crazy." James said between lifts. He and Kendall had been at the gym for the last hour, but as the hour progressed, it seemed to Kendall that the only thing that got a work out was James' mouth.

"As your spotter, I feel like you should cool it down little bit. As your friend, I feel you bro. And as Camille's friend, she's not a bitch and you know it. Parenthood changes people."

"But not allowing me to talk to my kid? Granted, I didn't get to talk to him before, but come on!" The weight slammed down onto the rack, shaking the floor below them. James sat up, wiping sweat from his brow. "Haven't I suffered enough already?"

"Well, I don't know the whole story since someone likes to keep a tight lid on their problems," Kendall looked pointedly at his friend. "But I think I can help you."

"How the hell are you gonna do that?"