James POV

"What do you mean he can't keep them?!" I yell at my boss feeling inraged by what he just told me. This just isn't fair.

"James, he's in here for a reason and he can't take care of babies." He tells me more angry I grit my teeth together and clench me fists.

"But Kendall just had Cameron and Chelsea, and your telling me that your going to take them away from him?" I spit out at him.

"They are just as much your kids too James, why don't you take them?"

That stupid fat basturd.

"I work all the damn time! How can I take care of two babies by myself I need Kendalls help."

Then I got an idea. It's crazy but it just might work.

"What if I took Kendall to come live with me and help take care of the twins." I ask.

"James, it doesn't work like that. He's in a metal hospital for a reason, he's crazy."

That's it. NO ONE calls my Kendall crazy and gets away with it. He's not crazy he's fine. Sure he has some problems but who doesn't?

"Don't you ever say that about him again." I seeth out at the fat man before me.

He pinchs the bridge of his nose and then askes me to leave his office. This isn't over fat man. I swear if they take our kids away from us there will be hell to pay. I pull out my phone to check the time and I feel my eyes water at the sight of my lock screen. It's of me, Kendall, Cameron and Chelsea after they were just born and I got the doctor to take the picture.

The very thought of not having any of them in my life makes my heart break into a million pieces. was talking about letting me go earlier now that Kendall had the twins.

How is this fair?

I'm going to lose the three people in my life that I love the most and the emotional pain is to much to take. Still looking at the picture I feel a tear leak out of my eye and land on my phone. I turn the screen off and shove it back into my pocket forgetting about wanting to know what time it is.

Life right now is just so unfair.

Then another thought comes into my mind.

How am I going to tell Kendall he might not be able to keep the kids? If the fat man is letting me go then I could take them but then I'd have to find a new job to support them and I would still have no one to watch them while I'm at work.

Ugh...I hate life.