i think chapter 24 has the most reviews ive ever gotten. THANK YOU. akjdhf.

im sorry it took me this long to update but i didnt know who's pov i wanted it and i had no idea if i should write one last chapter.

no this isn't the last chapter.

everyone hates logan omfg ok. i didnt want you guys to hate him.

but hopefully you guys dont hate him anymore.

so enjoy!

LOGAN'S POV

I got out of my room for the first time in days. I didn't know how long I was in there for. I didn't even know what the date was when I got out. During that time I didn't eat, didn't take a shower, couldn't sleep. I was lifeless and literally rotting to death.

All I was able to do properly was cry.

I don't even know how my legs were able to carry me to the kitchen. I sat at the island and looked around. Right about now Carlos would be getting Laila ready for school as well as feeding Conner. He would be rushing around, making breakfast, and on top of that making Laila and Conner behave. I sighed sadly and buried my head into my arms.

"Good morning Mr. Mitchell." Wanda said. "Would you like some breakfast?"

I shook my head. "I would like some Carlos."

I heard someone walk in.

"Good morning Mr. Knight." greeted Wanda

"Good morning." Kendall's voice came.

I shot my head up. "Hey Kendall."

He went through the fridge and ignored me. Wanda slowly backed away and fleed the kitchen.

"Kendall."

"Don't talk to me." he said flatly.

"Why are you mad at me?" I snapped.

Carlos being pissed at me was one thing, but my best friend too?

He slammed the fridge's door closed and turned to stare at me. "You let the one person who makes you happy walk away. That's why I'm mad."

"He walked away!"

"Because you made him!"

"You're supposed to be my best friend Kendall." I said quietly, staring down at the tiled floor. "You're supposed to be there for me."

"I was." his tone was still cold and flat. "I was with you every step of the way. I just let you walk on your own when you decided you didn't want Carlos in your life."

"I didn't decide that!" I yelled. "And what's it to you if he's in my fucking life or not? It's my life!"

"You're right!" he retaliated. "It is your life. But before Carlos came into the picture you didn't give a shit about your life. You didn't give a fuck about anyone around you."

"Kendall-"

"No. Shut up! It's my turn to talk."

I nodded and let him continue.

"He made you love again, Logan. He made a place in your heart for your fucking kids, the same kids that you loathed. That's something I wasn't able to do, something your parents couldn't even do. He makes your kids happy. Conner barely even cries anymore and he can finally speak properly. He can formulate sentences and it makes sense. Laila was fucking devastated when Camille left, when Jett made you miserable. She couldn't even smile. What 3 year old doesn't fucking smile?"

I tried to swallow down the huge lump in my throat as I wiped my tears away. "She's a child. She doesn't know anything."

Kendall laughed humorously. "You have no idea how fucking smart Laila is, do you? Maybe if you paid attention to your fucking kids you would know. For 4 years Laila and Conner lived with a nanny. 4 years, Laila tried to get you to love them. 4 years she cried into her pillow every night because the only person she loves most in the world neglects her."

"I get it!" I yelled. "I get I was a bad fucking father. I'm trying to make amends!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't breathe. My heart was literally breaking all over again.

"And the only reason you're trying to make fucking amends is because of Carlos!" He yelled just as loud. "Without him you would be at work right now, not having a care in the world. Conner would be crying, god knows why and Laila. Laila would be putting on a fake smile so people at school don't find out that her dad doesn't love her. A 6 year old should not be putting on a fake smile."

By now I was crying so hard I could barely hear him over my sobs.

"Logan-"

I held my hands up. "No. Stop. I can't listen anymore."

"Laila genuinely smiles now, and only because of him. Carlos is Conner's favourite person in the entire world. He made this household bearable to walk into. He makes you happy. He makes the kids happy. He brought my best friend back. The same best friend that I lost 4 years ago and couldn't bring back."

He walked over to me and softly rubbed my back. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.

"I want my best friend back and he's only my best friend when Carlos is in his life." He said quietly.

I didn't respond, only clung on tighter.

"If you don't want to do it for yourself, fine. But at least do it for the kids. They love and adore Carlos."

"What am I supposed to do? He probably hates me."

He shook his head. "The only person that hates you right now is me. Everyone else still loves you, though I wonder why, they're just not the same without him."

I pulled away from him and wiped my tears away. "What am I supposed to say to him?"

"Everything you've been dying to say since the second he walked into this house."

I took a deep breath and ran a shaky hand through my hair.

"Do you think he'll forgive me?"

"You'll never know if you don't try." he smirked, pushing me out of the kitchen. "Now go get my best friend back."

I was almost out the door when Laila and Conner came running, with Kendall trying to stop them.

"Daddy, are you going to see Carlos?" Laila asked quietly.

I nodded. "I owe him an apology."

"Can we come?" Conner asked shyly.

Conner was still getting used to me, but he was much better at it than I ever was.

"I owe him an apology too." said Laila.

I frowned. "What do you need to apologize for?"

She shrugged. "I just need to say sorry."

"I guess we're all going then." Kendall said as he picked Conner up.

They all walked out of the house and loaded into the car.

"You can do this." I told myself. "You have too. You fucked up. It's time to make it right."

At least I was still able to encourage myself. I sat in the passenger seat and let Kendall drive, considering I had no idea where Carlos was staying.

We were standing in front of Carlos' apartment door. I rehearsed everything I wanted to say on the way over here but I didn't have the guts to knock on the door.

"I wanna go in." Conner whined.

"Conner." Kendall warned sternly.

Conner pouted.

"Just give daddy some time." Kendall said but was telling me with his eyes to knock on the damn door.

I took a deep breath and raised my hand but instead of ringing the doorbell, I rubbed my temple.

"I can't do this." I said numbly. "He probably never wants to see me again."

I was about to chicken out when Laila knocked on the door.

"Clearly she didn't get the guts gen from you." Kendall laughed.

I took a step, about to run when the door clicked open.

"Hey guys..." Carlos' sweet voice trailed off.

"We're going to let you guys talk." Kendall said.

I heard the door close.

"Hey Logan." Carlos said, barely above a whisper.

My throat clsoed up.

It's now or never. Just turn around, tell him how you feel and hope he doesn't hate you.

"I can do this."

I turned around to face Carlos. The sight of him made me want to cry but at the same time it made me want to jump his bones. His hair was grown out and he was wearing a old wife beater which showed every single perfect thing about his body. Especially his mucles. But he had bags under his eyes and his eyelids were swollen. He looked extremely tired and worn out. His beard even grew out.

This is all my fault. I want to throw myself under a bus for making the happiest guy on the planet the most miserable. My eyes were already starting to water and I hadn't even heard what he had to say yet.

I took another deep breath and just told myself to get it over with.

"I came to say I'm really, really sorry." I finally said.

He opened his mouth but I shook my head. I wasn't done.

"For weeks I made you wait for me and when I was finally able to open up Jett showed up. And I know Jett isn't an excuse but I made you believe that I still had feelings for him, which I did until..." I swallowed. "...You left."

"Logan I-."

"No, please let me talk. I have a lot I need to get off my chest." I interrupted.

He nodded.

I stared down at the brown carpet as I fidgeted with my fingers. "You made me love again Carlos. You made me love life again. You opened my heart to my kids. You make me happy, more happy than I have ever been. What I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry for being a dick. I'm sorry for making you miserable. I'm sorry for everything I caused you."

"It's okay, Logan." he whispered.

I wanted him so badly to call me Logie.

"No, it's not. I put you through so much, then I just let you walk away. I hope you can forgive me. And if you can't, try to because Laila and Conner love you more than life itself and I can't take that away from them."

I inhaled a shaky breath and finally looked up. Carlos was staring at me, his eyes full of love and his expression so soft it could make anyone melt.

"I think I'm ready to say it." I thought out loud.

"Say what?"

"The past week made me realize how much you mean to me. It made me realize how much I love waking up to you in the morning and how much I love falling asleep in your arms. I miss how you take care of everyone. I miss the way you smile at me, the way you tease me, the way you make my heart flutter. I miss the way you call me Logie. I just...I miss everything. I...I think I...I think I love you, Carlos."

Carlos' grin grew wider and more warmer.

He bit his lip. "I think I love you, too."

My heart did a somersault and it immediately quickened it's pace. A smile broke out onto my face.

"Does that mean we can start over?" I asked quietly.

He stepped closer. "I don't need to start over. I think we're perfectly fine where we are."

"And I promise that as soon as we get home I'm going to open up and dump all my problems on you."

Carlos laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist.

God, how I missed that laugh. It was music to my ears to be able to hear it again.

"I guess our night's planned then." he whispered, leaning in.

"I guess so."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, pressing my lips against his. He smiled but pushed me away.

"When was the last time you brushed your teeth?" he asked.

I gasped, slapping his chest. "Look who's talking."

"I missed you." he whispered, kissing my forehead.

"I missed you more." I whispered back, intertwining our fingers together.

"WOO HOO. FUCKING FINALLY!" James yelled through the door.

Carlos laughed, buring his head into the crook of my shoulder. I bit my lip to stop myself from grinning like an idiot as we made our way into his apartment but I couldn't stop it.

We sat on the couch and Conner immediately ran into Carlos' lap.

"Hey big guy." Carlos said softly, kissing his head.

"Papi?" Laila quietly asked.

Carlos looked up. "Yes, mami?"

"I'm sorry."

Carlos extended a hand which she gladly took and pulled her into his lap.

"No baby, don't be sorry. You had every right to be mad." He whispered into her hair.

She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I missed you."

"Me too." Carlos said, hugging them both tightly.

My heart went all mushy and warm. My grin grew even wider.

Kendall put an arm around my shoulder and smiled.

"It's good to have him back."

I sighed happily. "You're telling me."

"So are we celebrating or what?" James asked.

"I think we should let them have some alone time." Kendall told his boyfriend.

James groaned. "C'mon. I need a reason to get drunk."

Kendall rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No, you don't. Do something else to keep yourself occupied. Like practice your lines or something."

James rolled his eyes then smirked, getting up and sitting in his lap.

"How about you keep me occupied then?" He whispered into Kendall's ear.

Kendall blushed, pushing him off.

"Hey!" Carlos yelled. "If the kids witness what they had to witness last time, you're both going to die."

James laughed, standing up and pulling Kendall up. "That won't be necessary. I suggest you guys don't come home for a long time."

They grinned at us before running out of the apartment.

"If we're living together, you have to kick them out." Carlos said flatly.

I laughed and went to sit next to him. Laila got out of Carlos' lap and crawled into mine.

"Whatever you want." I whispered, kissing his cheek.

"We have two daddies again?" Conner asked, looking up at Carlos.

Carlos and I looked at each other then back down at our kids.

"Yes, two daddies, always and forever." I said, kissing Laila.

"Whatever daddy says." Carlos grinned.

"Whatever I say?" I asked with my eyebrows. "Well in that case."

I leaned in but he pushed my face away. "Not in front of the kids."

My eyes popped out of it's sockets. "First time you're refusing a kiss from me?"

Carlos licked his lips and winked. "Because I know it won't be the last."

I smiled. "I love you."

He softly kissed me. "I love you."

"Hey!" Conner yelled.

We pulled apart. He had his arms crossed over his chest.

"Who love me?" he pouted.

"All of us!" Carlos grinned.

We all procceded to smother him in kisses. I pulled away and watched Carlos.

I can't believe I almost lived my life without him. I smiled as I watched him make Conner laugh. Laila stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I'm glad you brought papi back." she said, watching them as well.

"Me too." I whispered.

She smiled as she pressed her cheek against mine.