Logan's P.O.V.

Four days. Four long, shitty days of constantly feeling like someone was going to come around a corner and kill me. Or go after my son and kill him. Or my best friends, or Kendall. No one knew where psycho Steven was. Or what he was planning. It was unsettling. But above all else…pushing aside the fear, and stress, I was irritated. With manly one man. And it wasn't Kendall or James. For once. It was the man they put on Logan watching duty. Meaning everywhere I went…he went. His name was Jimmy, and he was a very nice guy who gave me space when I was with a patient or called to an emergency. And he didn't drive with me. He drove behind me. He was friendly and actually pretty funny. But I was sick of seeing him every time I looked in my rearview mirror. Or every time I walked into my office at work. Or every morning I went out to my car. I was done. Kendall was going to say different but as soon as I walked into the house tonight, I was going to tell him how done I was, and question what the hell he was going to do about it.

Just like I did every night I got off work and drove home, I waited in my car and watched Jimmy get out of his and do a 'perimeter check' as him and Kendall called it. He made a quick phone call, to Kendall in our house, and then hung up walking to my car door. I sighed out reaching back in my seat as the door opened, and I grabbed my back pack. "You got here in record time Dale." I frowned slipping out of my seat, pulling my back pack over my shoulder and looked up at Jimmy. Jimmy was tall, buff, buzzed head, and always wore a suit. Everywhere he went. He was cute. But he wasn't Kendall. Also, he was straight.

"Who is Dale?" He laughed shutting my door for me and turned around showing me the house. Kendall was walking out, beer in hand, just like every night for the past four days.

"Dale Earnhardt Jr. Race car driver." I smirked, looking up at him, as we walked up to the house. "So, I don't need to come tomorrow or Saturday?"

"Nope. He's off." I took in a deep irritated breath as I glared up at Kendall who was smiling sweetly, and small down at me. I climbed up the stairs to him glancing over my shoulder to Jimmy who had his hands in his pockets, standing on the bottom step. "Diamond and his husband are coming over for dinner, if you'd like to join." I got beside Kendall, letting him put an arm around my waist.

"Thank you, sir, but Crystal's parents are in town and if I'm not home for dinner, she'll rip my dick off." I smirked watching him turn and raise a hand waving at us. "Have a good night guys. Call if you need anything." I waved back softly and waited to turn into the house, until Jimmy got in his car and drove off. When his tail lights disappeared around the corner at the end of our long driveway, I sighed out hard and gently pushed away from Kendall looking right up at him.

"I'm done. No more of that. I feel fucking ridiculous." He laughed raising his beer and taking a sip as he turned and walked into the house. "I'm serious Kendall. That man could be doing a lot more useful things than watching me at work. Like finding Steven." I slammed the door shut, a little too hard, and it made him stop and turn to me, lowering his beer. He shoved his other hand into his sweat pants pocket and squinted his eyes down at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared back up at him.

"When was the last time someone attacked you at work? Or when you went to the store?" I lowered my hands fast and he grinned. "He stays with you, until Steven is caught." He spun fast on his heels and walked down into the kitchen yelling for Gabe. "Gabriel! Dad's home!" I threw my backpack, angrily to the chair by the door and slowly walked into the house sticking my hands into the pockets of my scrub shirt. I stepped off the last step and watched my son run out of the living room, casted arm in his sling, shirtless in swim trunks.

"Daddy!" I smirked as he ran into my legs and hugged me. "You don't have to work tomorrow or Saturday, right?!" I laughed running my hands through his hair, nodding, as he looked up at me. "Can we go to the movies then? I saw a preview for Incredibles 2! I wanna see it!" I laughed but nodded again, as he let me go and ran right into the kitchen, where Kendall was working in. I saw Grocery bags littering the counter and frowned as I walked into him.

"So, James and Carlos are coming over?" I got right beside him and stuck my hand into the freshly made salad he was throwing the last bit of cut up cucumbers in and grabbed a cherry tomato.

"Yeah. I've been doing some work today and James wants to look over it." I nodded slipping my other hand up under his shirt in the back making his muscles tense. "I'm sorry you feel ridiculous with Jimmy following you." I snorted before I leaned in and kissed his huge shoulder closing my eyes.

"No, you're not. I'm going to go change." I pushed away from him, turning and walked back up to the front door. I heard him sigh softly, but ignored it grabbing my back pack. I kicked off my shoes by the door and turned flipping the light on, above the front door.

I walked into the bedroom promising Gabriel I'd watch his new trick he learned to do in the pool today. Before I did anything however, I threw myself on the bed, on my stomach, and pulled a pillow over my head. Being back at work, after having nearly a month off was exhausting. Working five 12-hour shifts, in a row made me feel old. Because unlike before when I came home from work, I would be ready to play with my son and run and chase him around. Now all I wanted to do was sleep. Or cry. And I only wanted to cry because of the 16-year-old I left every night. Since Robbie came to the ER, on that first day, he's opened up more and more to me. He was sad. And not just because he thought he would have to go to a foster home when he got out. He was hurt from his dad, physically and mentally. He confessed to me, he considered suicide. He told me he just wanted to crawl in a hole and not deal with the pain any more. Of worrying about when his next meal was or if the power would get shut off in his house. It broke my heart. And every day I wanted to tell him, I'd adopt him, but I couldn't. Because I haven't talked to Kendall about it yet, and that wasn't fair. But I was scared to talk to Kendall about it. Because what if he told me, no he didn't want me to adopt this kid, essentially meaning he'd adopt the kid too? Who the hell am I kidding? Of course, he'll say no. "Bad day?" A warm hand gripped onto my left ass cheek as soft kisses were placed along my back, over my scrub shirt.

"Bad week." He sighed over me as he pushed the pillow off my head and kissed my temple. "I need to talk to you about something…but I'm afraid of what your going to say." I hated myself. I shouldn't bring it up. I should just let what happens to Robbie, to happen. Besides, why was it my responsibility to take care of this kid?

"You don't ever need to be afraid to tell me something." I smirked as I pushed my head up and reached behind me, running my fingers over the stubble on his chin and cheek. "What's going on? Something to do with work?" I nodded closing my eyes, as he gently rubbed my back and kissed my head simultaneously.

"Do you remember the 16-year-old boy I told you came in because his dad beat him?" He hummed softly in my ear and I opened my eyes looking up at our dark wood headboard. "He's been opening up to me…telling me about his short, sad life, and it's been breaking me. I feel so bad for the kid. On top of his shitty life he's lived, his social worker, who is a straight-up cunt, basically treated him like it was his fault his dad beat him and doesn't care that he doesn't want to go to a foster home. She threw his folder at me, and basically said he is a hoodlum and he didn't deserve a chance to have a better life. We sort of got into a yelling match about it."

"When was this?"

"Sunday. Before I got picked up to go to your office." He sighed and breathed in my ear, still rubbing my back. "I feel so…I want to help him Kendall. He's just a child. He doesn't deserve what has happened to him. And he doesn't deserve to be tossed aside and given up on. So…I may have done or said something stupid, to his social worker."

"Did you hit her?" I laughed turning my head and locked eyes with him. He smiled at me and leaned in kissing my lips softly. "Whatever you said or did, I'll help you with."

"I'm going to hold you to that." He frowned pushing back a little and I quickly got up on hands and knees pushing him back, so I could get to my back pack on the end of the bed. I tucked one leg under my butt and sat on it, as I opened my bag and cleared my throat. "Please…just don't yell at me." He chuckled getting right beside me, putting a hand on the back of my neck. I quickly pulled out the thick yellow folder she had given me, that I stuffed with the adoption papers. I set it on his lap softly and looked up at his face as he quickly grabbed it. He opened it fast, scrunching his eyebrows together and grabbed the top page. The first page of the adoption forms. I raised the leg I wasn't sitting on and wrapped around it as he quietly read over the sheet. I bit at my bottom lip nervously waiting for him to explode. But he just sat there, reading through. I know he was looking at all the lines I already filled out. A couple of them were empty because I needed the signature of the person I lived with. A.K.A him. After a solid minute of reading, he flipped the page over and then glanced through the rest of the packet. He breathed out hard at one time and I felt sick to my stomach. I looked away from him as he got to the last page of the adoption forms and looked at our open closet. I wanted to throw myself inside and lock myself in there forever. He was going to be so mad at me.

"You want to adopt him?" I turned to him fast and swallowed hard closing my mouth up tight. He was giving me a blank look that I could not read. "Logan I…" He stopped and looked back down at the paperwork shaking his head softly. "I know you feel for the kid. His situation sucks, and it is frustrating. But…" I closed my eyes looking away fast and hugged tight around my leg. "Baby…we have a lot on our plate right now. I don't think this is a reasonable move for us." I nodded feeling my neck get grabbed again from the back and he pulled me gently, towards him. My cheek was kissed softly before he set his forehead on my temple and sighed out. "I'm sorry Logan. I just don't think this is something we should do. It's not fair to this kid to bring him into our current situation. And the amount of stress you are already under right now…"

"I know…It's okay. I get it." I opened my eyes fast feeling like I was going to cry and lowered my leg fast. "I'm going to take a quick shower." I slid off the bed fast and walked right to our master bathroom, shutting the door softly behind me.

I kept myself shut in, in the shower for a good 30 minutes. I was upset. Mostly at myself. I let my hopes get up too high and had to watch them all crumble down. I knew, in the back of my head, I knew Kendall wouldn't go for it. But I had this strange idea that his heart would take over his brain, and he'd be on board with adopting a helpless kid. And because he wasn't, it broke my heart. I didn't blame him. And I actually agreed with him. The timing wasn't perfect. But again, it wasn't the kids fault. He should get a chance to have a good life. And I honestly believed I could give him that. I guess I would have to just suck it up, stop getting so attached to the kid, and move on. And focus on the fact that some psycho was after us. And protect my own kid.

By the time I got out to the dining room, there was loud deep laughs from three separate men, followed by the little giggle of Gabe. I walked out to them, forcing a smile and walked right to the empty seat next to Gabe who was sitting in his booster seat, and coloring aggressively. Carlos and James grinned big at me, from across the table as I sat down and cleared my throat. I looked to Kendall at the head of the table and smiled small. He smiled back but looked down quick grabbing his beer. "You want one?" He raised it as he stood up, but I shook my head.

"I would love a glass of wine, actually." He nodded drinking the rest of his beer walking off to the kitchen. "How are you guys doing?" I looked over to my best friends as I sat back and put my arm on the back of Gabe's chair. Carlos grinned big as he pushed into James's side as he grabbed his own beer bottle.

"Fantastic." I nodded slowly knowing not four days ago, they were screaming in each other's faces, because Carlos did something stupid, and although no one said it, his stupid mistake got 4 agents killed.

"I got laid so even better than fantastic." I rolled my eyes as an empty wine glass got but in front of me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and tensed up as Kendall poured blood red wine into my glass. When it was halfway full I saw him start to bend down, to probably kiss me. But I leaned forward fast, and grabbed my wine, so he couldn't. As I took a small sip, I saw Carlos give me a confused look, but Gabe's loud, curious voice broke the awkwardness. Actually, just made it even more awkward.

"What is laid daddy?" I snorted up wine into my nose and lowered the glass fast, covering my face, staring right at James. Carlos and James burst into a fit of laughter, pissing me off. Gabe laughed with them as he reached forward for another crayon and I wiped my nose and mouth shaking my head.

"Nothing Gabe. Ignore your gross Uncle's." Gabe laughed louder at that as I continued to glare at my friends. James shrugged, picking up a whiskey glass rubbing Carlos's arm. It felt semi-normal.

Our dinner consisted of a homemade lasagna and hearty salad. And a lot of laughs. Kendall and I really did say two words to each other, because yes, I was upset. I tried not to make it obvious to James and Carlos, but when dinner was done, Carlos offered to help me with the kitchen, and dishes, and he hounded me. I told him, we just got into a little argument about Jimmy following me, and Carlos, thankfully changed the subject to that. He told me James had two guys watching him every time he went to work at the school summer camp program and although he hated it, he understood. We talked for a while as we cleaned, and when we got finished we went out to the beach with Gabe, while James and Kendall talked about work. Carlos and I continued to talk as Gabe ran around in the shallow water, finding rocks and shells, and on the rare times, sea creatures. It was a quiet, relaxing night that I finished off with my 4th glass of wine. Because I was tipsy, I let Gabe stay out in the water, well past the sun going down. I only realized it was almost 10 o'clock because James came out and told Carlos they were leaving. I forced James to carry the very obviously tired Gabe into the house because I could barely walk myself. When we got in, James handed Gabe to Kendall and they said their goodbyes. I waited by the front door, until they were gone completely. After that, I knew of only one place I wanted to be. Bed. I walked…rather stumbled to the kitchen where I saw Kendall walking up the stairs, talking quietly to Gabe who was almost asleep on his shoulder. I nodded walking to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle before disappearing into the bedroom.

I found it a lot easier to wake up after a night of drinking, if you've brushed your teeth. So, I did. I splashed water on my face and squirted some cologne on my neck, to get rid of any smell of the wine so if I woke up feeling sick, the smell wouldn't make it worse. I went pee, a lot, and then finally made it back to the bed. I shoved the blankets back, slipped out of my jeans, shirt, and even my boxers. It was definitely the wine talking, with me getting nude. I was horny. No matter Kendall crushing my spirit about helping Robbie, I was really hoping I'd get some crazy sex. As I got under the covers, and laid flat on my back, I started to rub myself, groaning very quietly. I heard, from out in the rest of the house Kendall turning off the soft music I hadn't noticed until now, and probably locking all the windows and doors. I turned my head away from our bedroom door and slowed down my stroking hearing him coming down the hall to our room. When I heard the door open quietly, I took my hand off my dick and closed my eyes taking my hands out from under the blanket. "You alright?"

"Real good babe." I turned my head slowly, opening my eyes seeing him pulling his shirt off his body, walking to the bed. His tanned, tattooed, muscular body came into view and I groaned again as he stopped by the bed.

"Real good meaning?" I chuckled watching him pull himself up on the bed with me, locking eyes with me.

"Meaning I am rather tipsy and super horny." He smirked pushing the blankets off me and glanced down my body. I heard him suck in a hard breath as my hand gripped around my cock and I reached out with my other hand, touching his face.

"Just tipsy? Not drunk?" He looked back up to my face and I sat myself up slowly keeping his eyes locked on mine. "About what we talked about earlier…"

"No talking. Please?" He opened his mouth as he got right beside me and replaced my hand with his. I moaned looking down and watched him rub up and down slowly.

"I know I'm not the only one who noticed the tension Logan." I laughed closing my eyes and moved my hand down from his face, to his sweats. I quickly shoved my hand inside and squeezed onto his soft cock. "We need to talk about it eventually."

"You won't like us talking about it Kendall."

"Why?" I looked up fast and took my hand out of his sweats. He sat back on his feet and let me go. "How do you know what I'm going to say? And how could you not even give me a chance to explain?"

"Explain what? You gave me an answer to my question. Over and done with Kendall." He sighed out putting his hands on his thighs and I shook my head, feeling my buzz slowly starting to fade. "What do you want me to say? It sucks. I had this stupid idea in my head that I, for once, could do something great…amazing even, for someone who needs it, and now I can't. It hurts, but I'll get over it. Talking about it, until we're blue in the face won't change anything, so can we move on?" We locked eyes again and I raised my eyebrows. He opened his mouth, to say something that would ruin my mood no doubt and I sighed out, starting to get myself off the bed. However, I was grabbed, a little tight on my arm and pulled back, and down hard. I laid flat on my back and looked up with wide eyes as Kendall urged me to roll over. I did, only because I saw him starting to pull his sweats off. I swallowed hard rolling onto my stomach, feeling him move over me. I started to rise up on my knees, but his big hand, gently held me down in place, in the middle of my back. I am not one for domination. I don't like the feeling. But because he was gentle, and wasn't being loud or mean, it actually turned me on. I bent my arms at my elbows and raised up, just form my chest up. I felt his bare dick rub over my ass a few times before it dipped down between my thighs. I groaned out, low and deep and put my head down as he pushed my right ass cheek away from my left one. I felt something cold touch my hole but kept my head down and tensed up as I felt him start to push himself inside me. His legs were outside mine, so my legs were pretty close together. It was a little uncomfortable as he pushed himself inside all the way, but it was way more enjoyable that anything else. Once he was fully in me, I raised my head and moaned out, watching his arms go outside on either side of my head. He held himself up as he kissed the back of my head, and slowly rolled his hips back, just to push them back in. It was hard. But it felt amazing. I turned and attached my lips to his forearm, closing my eyes tight knowing this was going to be quick and rough.

I fell asleep about 5 minutes after we had sex. He le me curl up around his arm as he held me from behind. We kept the blanket off us and fell asleep, not saying one word. I didn't care that we just glossed over everything and just fucked instead. And when I woke up, I still didn't care. Honestly, if we didn't talk about it again, I'd be super happy. Because then I wouldn't feel like shit for not going through with it. But when I woke up, I found I was alone. I stretched out on the bed and felt nobody. I frowned rolling onto my back and rubbed my eyes, hearing soft talking, and laughing coming from the living room. I forced myself up and out of bed, knowing Gabe wanted to do a million things and went right to the dresser. I grabbed a pair of boxers, and then went to the closet as I pulled them on my legs. When I snapped them on my waist I turned on the light in our closet and pulled down a pair of black jeans. As I glanced through my shirts, I heard a new laugh. A female laugh. I frowned as I pulled my jeans on and turned to Kendall's side of the closet. I found a plain black and white plaid shirt and yanked it down. As I pulled it on I walked back out to the bed and went to my side. I zipped my jeans up and sat on the edge of the bed, rolling the sleeves up on my shirt. I sighed out and stood back up buttoning the shirt up, just the bottom 4 buttons. I grabbed my phone and watch and slipped the phone in my back pocket and walked out putting my watch on. I heard a loud shriek of Gabe laughing, followed again by that female laugh. And, to my surprise, James's laugh. I could always tell James's laugh from everyone else. When I got out to the front of the house, I sighed out seeing it empty. Except there was a small plate of muffins on the dining room table, along with a coffee carafe and a black mug. I walked to it, not even bothering to question it, and poured myself a cup of coffee, and grabbed a muffin. I heard the laugh again from Gabe from the living room and walked out to it slowly, eating from my muffin. As soon as I walked in however I stopped, mid bite of my muffin. Kendall stood up from the end of the black leather couch holding a cup of coffee and smiled big at me. "Hi babe." I swallowed my muffin hard and turned my attention to James and Gabe sitting on the couch, playing with a couple of his toys. And sitting next to Gabe, smiling, and looking at ease, was Robbie's social worker. Diana Jones.

"Doctor Mitchell! SO good to see you again!" She jumped up from the couch, putting her coffee cup down, and rushed to me, extending her hand. I quickly ate the rest of my muffin and wiped my hand of on my jeans, taking her hand. I took a quick sip of my coffee and swallowed everything in my mouth harshly. "You have such a beautiful home. Kendall was just telling about when he designed it. And showed me the beautiful view of the ocean out there. This place is just amazing." I nodded letting her hand go and glanced over to Kendall who was smiling small at me. "You did not say your son was so smart and funny Doctor. He's had me in stiches all morning!" She turned, beaming big and I quickly eyed Kendall raising my eyebrows.

"Diana…will you excuse Logan and me? We need to go get that paperwork." My mouth dropped open and Kendall walked to me, grabbing my bicep. I stared down at James who smirked as he drank from his coffee and Kendall pulled me out of the living room. I turned quick, staring up at his face as he walked me into the kitchen. "I thought you said she was a cunt?" I pulled my arm out of his grasp and watched him stop in front of the counter, where a stack of papers were. The adoption papers.

"What the hell is going on?" He grabbed a pen and turned, leaning against the counter crossing his arms over his chest.

"I love you Logan. I love your kid and I love this domesticated life I'm living with you." I set my coffee on the counter beside me and stepped closer to him, scrunching my face together. "One of the many reason I love you, is because of the amazingly brave, smart, kind and generous man you are. You make me want to be just like that. You make me better. So much so, I tossed and turned all night, feeling like of all the shit I've put you through since we started dating…this…" He turned just a little and grabbed the packet. "Not doing this with you, would be the worst thing I could do to you. Because it would be changing your entire persona. I don't want that." I looked down quick, feeling butterflies flutter in my stomach. "I was hesitant to let Gabe live here. Mostly because I'm not good with kids. But again, you've made me better. I figure…a 16-year-old wont eb that much different than an 8-year-old. And if we can't make it work, at least we tried, and we tried together." I threw myself at him fast, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my level. I closed my eyes tight and pressed my lips together hard, so I wouldn't sob out.

"She's going to let us adopt him?"

"I just need to put my John Handcock on here, and she has a few more papers to give us to sign, but yes. Between your salary, my salary, our house, and the fact that you're a doctor make sus perfect candidates to adopt a hurt teenager." I pulled back slowly, putting my hands on his cheeks shaking my head. I opened my mouth and my eyes at the same time, but he smirked. "I may have also pulled some strings, with the help of James, to persuade the state. But when that kid is released from the hospital, he'll come right here." I frowned stepping back, trying to pull away from him, but he locked his hands behind my back.

"What do you mean you pulled some strings?" I chuckled looking over my head and shrugged.

"I think the less you know the better you'll feel." I opened my mouth to yell at him, to tell me what he meant, but stopped. Because I heard my kid laughing form the living room and had the love of my life holding tight onto me. I suppose, I didn't really need to know.