Chapter 2: Surprise Visit

Here's chapter 2! I own nothing but my OC's, imagination, and storyline.

"Oh. My. God..."

"JAMIE PUMPKIN! How are you?!" The slender woman standing at the door lunged for the brunette in a hug. Carlos heard the voice and immediately sprang from his seat to see if it was true.

"MOM! What a totally and completely unexpected surprise." James said in a stilted voice, embracing his mother in return. He knew Carlos was displeased but he would have to deal with him later.

"Well, don't just stand there. Let me in and go help Andrew with the bags." The woman said with a stern command before entering the house.

"CARLOS!" She yelled in delight.

"Hi, Brooke!" Carlos said in a false enthusiastic voice as he embraced her. He looked up from Brooke's back and glared daggers at James. If looks could kill, the tall brunette would've been dead in an instant.

Brooke Diamond-Mitchell, a.k.a James' mom and Logan's stepmom aka the Estée Lauder of the Midwest a.k.a the biggest pain in Carlos' ass, was the top cosmetics CEO in all of Minnesota with many other locations around the U.S. In short, the lady's got money!

"How are you, sweetie?" Brooke's botox-filled lips curled as far as they could into the signature Diamond smile. They pulled back from the embrace.

"I'm just peachy, Brooke, doing just fine." Carlos said through gritted teeth. This was gonna be a long night.

James walked out to help his stepdad, Andrew Mitchell get the luggage from the car.

"Hey Dad, need help?"Andrew looked up from the plethora of bags in the trunk. He was a tall guy not as tall as James. He brunette hair much like Logan with streaks of gray throughout, but his eyes were a grayish-blue color.

"Hey, James! Yeah, I could use a hand." James smiled and grabbed two bags off the ground and grabbed a small bag from in the trunk. "I don't know why your mother always has to pack the entire house with her whenever she goes on a trip."

"You know Mom, you can never have too much." James chuckled. "What happened? I thought you guys weren't 'til coming next week."

"Your mom was so excited about the baby that she couldn't wait and all but forced me to drive us up here. Lemme guess you didn't tell Carlos?" James sucked in air through his teeth and look up as if he didn't know what his stepdad was talking about. The older man only chuckled before closing the trunk.

"I'd sleep with one eye open tonight if I were you." Andrew advised before walking into the house. James gulped grabbing the bags and walking into the house, kicking the door closed."

Logan walked into the ballroom filled entirely with CIA agents. They were having a masquerade ball. Logan was dressed in a grey/silver fitted suit with a black eye mask.

He looked around at the sharply dressed men and beautifully dressed women and smiled. Although he couldn't distinguish anyone's identity he would recognize their voices. He grabbed a glass of champagne put it to his lips and drank the liquid inside.

For a while, he mingled with the other agents in conversation when he felt a hand graze along his lower back. Logan spun around to see who it was but they all were in masks. He continued to look around until he saw a figure in black cloak slink through the crowd. He excused himself from the group and began to follow.

For a second, he lost the cloaked figure. He turned and looked around until he spotted the figure slowly creeping up the stairs. The figured turned back and looked at him but Logan couldn't see the face due to the hood being in the way. The way the figure turned and looked at Logan almost frightened him but Logan had to keep going. The brunette wondered if anyone else noticed the cloaked figure but no lifted their eyes from their conversations. The Phantom went further up the stairs and out of view, almost as if they teasing Logan to follow. Logan, being one to accept challenges, ventured up the stairs.

When he got to the hallway at the top of the staircase, the cloaked man was gone. Logan wasn't giving up yet, so he turned to the right and walked down the hallway. He came to a dead end and huffed when he saw no sign of the cloaked figure. He turned around to go back to the party when he came face-to-face with the phantom.

"I knew you'd follow me." The cloaked figure spoke. It was a man's voice.

"Who are you?" Logan asked fearfully, inching closer.

"You've always known who I am." The cloaked figure grabbed Logan by the upper arms and pulled him close. Logan could feel the warm breath of the cloaked figure. He maneuvered quickly and broke free of the figure's grasps. He grabbed the edge of the figure's hood and threw it off of his head. Logan's eyes widened as the figure turned his head to face him.

"Kendall..."

Logan shot up from his bed instantly, waking up from his dream. Face covered in sweat and his heart racing fast, Logan looked around his room as if the blonde was there. As if on cue to scare Logan, Andy began crying making Logan jump but calm down. He looked at his clock. It was 4:30 a.m. "Here we go.." Logan sighed.

He turned on his lamp and got out of bed and went to the baby's room. He reached the room and picked Andy up out of the crib and began bouncing him.

"Shhh, Andy...It's alright, baby. You hungry?" The baby cried more. "Okay, okay. Goin' to make you a bottle."

Once downstairs, Logan put Andy in the bassinet in the living room and went in the kitchen to make the bottle. He boiled the water, mixed the formula, cooled the bottle and put the nipple on the container, ready to feed his baby for the first time since being home.

He picked the fussy baby up out of the bassinet and sat down on the couch. He cradled the baby and put the nipple to his mouth. Without hesitation, the baby took the plastic into his mouth and began sucking, calming him down. Logan sighed in relief, taking a mental note of what was Andy's hungry cry.

"There you go, Pooh Bear." Once Andy stopped feeding, Logan put him up to his shoulder and patted his back lightly to help him burp. Twenty pats later, the baby released a small burp. Logan chuckled as he heard his baby's first burp but soon grimaced when gas came from the other end.

"Oh, Andy! Warn somebody next time." The baby gurgled happily which made Logan smile more. Logan bounced his son to help him fall asleep and soon enough he did.

Making his way upstairs, Logan put Andy in his crib. Retreating back to his room, snuggling deep into his covers, Logan let sleep take him over. Well, almost. Andy's cry erupted through the monitor making Logan's eyes shoot open and groan. All he wanted was a little sleep but by the sound of Andy's cry, he wasn't going to get any. Eventually, Andy slept next to Logan on his bed. The two finally fell asleep until the next morning.

Logan woke up before Andy. He watched and listened to the baby breathing as he slept. It all put him in amazement, how he could create a such a beautiful creature and instantly love them.

He ran his index through Andy's small head of hair. The baby squirmed but didn't wake. Logan leaned down and kissed the baby lightly when the doorbell rang. He slowly removed himself from the bed and headed for the stairs. As he walked down, he tried to think of who it could be. He wasn't expecting any guests. The doorbell rang again.

"Just a second!" He yelled across the room as he straightened up his living room slightly before walking to the door. Turning the latches and opening the door, Logan was greeted with the faces of his parents and a somber James and death-glaring Carlos beside him.

"Dad! Mama Brooke! What are y'all doing here?!" Logan asked genuinely surprised, his Texan accent kicking in slightly.

"Why do you think we're here? To see the baby of course!" Brooke cheered. He'd clearly forgotten she was a morning person.

"This early? It's not even nine o'clock yet. And plus he's not even up-" Logan was interrupted with the sound of his baby waking up, probably from all the racket Brooke caused.

"I take that back. Umm, you guys just take a seat in the living room and I'm gonna bring him down." Logan said stepping back from the doorway and letting his family enter into his home. As Carlos and James passed through the doorway, Logan gave Carlos a curious look wondering why he was scowling at James and the Latino nodded his head in the direction of his parents and Logan understood. He sprinted lightly up the steps so not to tear his stitches. He walked into his room and grabbed the stirring baby and picked him up, wrapping him in his A blanket. He began shushing and kissed him as he traveled back down the stairs. Making it back to the living room, where he could literally feel the awkward tension, he cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Mama Brooke, Dad. Meet your grandson, Andy Landon Knight."

Brooke put her hands up to her mouth in awe as tears formed in her eyes. It was rare that you would ever catch Brooke Diamond crying because she has a hard demeanor, but when you did, it was usually because of something meaningful or a REALLY good sale at Bergdorf's. The businesswoman outstretched her arms, signaling that she wanted to hold the baby. Logan smiled happily and handed the sleeping infant over to her. She cradled the baby in her arms as she cried tears of love.

Logan glanced over to his father who also had tears in his eyes. Logan hadn't seen the man cry since his mother died. Even though they'd been divorced for several years and he had moved on, he still loved the woman. Logan once again looked over to the other couple in the room and witnessed James sitting by himself on the end of the love seat looking down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. The short brunette got his brother's attention and blinked out morse code asking what's wrong. James made sure Carlos wasn't looking and blinked back that he had forgotten to tell him that their parents were even coming at all. Carlos turned to them and saw James using the code. He joined their conversation and blinked to James that he was still in trouble and when he said no talking it included no morse code either. Logan turned his head and chuckled as he realized his stepbrother was whipped.

"That was kind of you to name him after me," Andrew said as he sniffled.

"I, actually, was so drugged up on that anesthetic that I completely forgot that was your name, dad." Logan chuckled. "Nonetheless, I'm glad I named him after the one man who was there for me 24/7. James helped me out with the names too." Logan smiled at his father who held the infant, cooed at the baby. "Say 'Hi gwampa', say hi." Logan cooed in a baby voice.

"Where's his father?" There it was. The question Logan knew was eating away at his father's brain. He visibly deflated and sighed deeply.

"His father, was...um..." Logan took deep breaths to hold back the tears in his throat that threatened to spill.

"He was killed...several months before Andy was born." A single tear rolled down his cheek. He remembered that day clearly. That was one problem about being in the CIA. They train your memory to work at its fullest capacity and at this moment Logan really didn't need to be reminded of that.

Andrew sighed, pulling Andy close to his chest before getting up and wrapping his arm around Logan. The brunette cried silently into his father's shoulder. He rubbed circles on his son's back.

"It's ok, Logan." He turned to the other three who were silently watching the scene in sympathy.

"Can y'all give us a moment?" He asked politely to which the three obliged by walking out to the back patio. It was now just Logan, Andy, and his dad.

Logan wrapped his arms around his father's middle and sobbed into his shoulder. Andrew embraced his son tighter and managed to hold his grandson in the other arm. He patted Logan on the back, hoping it would soothe him like it used to.

"It's ok, Logie-bear. Let it out." Mr. Mitchell whispered.

"I m-miss him s-so much, dad." Logan sobbed. "T-The thing is I sh-shouldn't." Andrew walked them backward until they sat down on the couch. "Even after everything, I still l-l-love him." He confessed before sobbing again.

"Logie, look at me." Logan looked up into his father's caring grayish-blue eyes. Andrew wiped his tears with his free hand. "You have every right to still love him. No one can take that love you have for him away. Love is infinite. You can make more when you need it. Now, you have this little guy right here to give love to as well. Just because the father put you through hell doesn't mean you are any less of a good person."

"Does it make me a bad person if I hate him for saving me?" Logan questioned in a choked voice.

"No, buddy. Why would you think that? He obviously still loved you enough to save you and to save Andy. So, even in spite of the anger, be grateful. Because I could've lost two of my boys."

"I don't know how to do it alone... How to do it...without Kendall...It's scary for me."

"I understand. Believe me. I was terrified when your mother and I had you. At first, we didn't know what we were doing. Both of us were new graduates from college. But, we did what we knew how to do best, which was love you. Along with that, everything else became easier for the most part." Logan sniffled and hugged himself closer to his dad. He was close enough to Andy's head, so he kissed it and stroked it a few times.

Andrew felt proud of himself. Here he was holding both of his sons close to him. The older man knew this was a special moment where you've finally learned the true meaning of being a parent.

"I love you, kiddo." The older Mitchell said kissing the top of his son's head.

"I love you too, dad," Logan said hugging his dad closer.

"And I LOVE YOU, LITTLE FELLA. Yes, I do. Yes, I do." Andrew smiled, smothering the infant with kisses making him gurgle in delight. In Logan's opinion, his father was more smothering than his mother ever would've been.

"I think we should tell them to come back in. God knows what could be happening out there." Andrew suggested standing up, keeping a good grip on his grandson.

"Yeah. Let's go." Logan agreed. The two Mitchell men walked through and out of the back door only to be greeted by a screaming match between Brooke and Carlos with James in the middle. The tall brunette was clearly trying his hardest to be a mediator between the two but it was useless.

Logan grabbed the baby from his father which allowed him to go help pull Brooke back. Carlos was yelling loudly at Brooke in Spanish and Brooke was hurling cuss word after cuss word at the latino. Logan understood every word he said in Spanish and it was not good. Take every cuss word imaginable and translate it into Spanish, which is why Logan was glad Brooke couldn't understand the language.

"You dusty old hag!" Carlos spat as his husband held him back.

" ...el Pollo loco!" Brooke shouted as her husband pulled her back as well. Everyone figured since the woman didn't know Spanish, she'd use a fast food restaurant name as an insult.

"What the hell is going on?!" Logan shouted.

"SHE STARTED IT!" Carlos said, kicking at her.

"NO, I DID NOT! Why would you even believe that?" Brooke defended trying to jump from Andrew's arms but the older man contained a grip on her.

"'Cause you did start it, ma! You said we should use a surrogate instead of him having our children because he isn't "flawlessly beautiful" like us." James defended his husband's honor. Carlos smiled on the inside.

"I may have said something along of the lines of that. But in my defense I-"

"Save it, Brooke." Logan said highly irritated."I swear if either of you ruined my new lawn I will-."

"Um, excuse me?" All of their heads turned towards the gate. A very attractive man, who was taller than Andrew but shorter than James with brunette hair, blue eyes that matched the ocean and a dazzling smile that could charm anyone stood in the entrance.

"I'm sorry to barge in like this. I live next door and I couldn't help but overhear yelling and I thought you may need help." The man said. Logan stared at the stranger in awe and lust. He cleared the stray hair from his face with his free hand and walked over to the tall man, but not before shooing the others to go inside with a nod of his head. He adjusted Andy gently and walked up to the man, keeping a safe distance.

"Hi...The noise you heard was my family. They were having a little spat, if you will. The short brunette chuckled flirtatiously. "I'm Logan, by the way." He shook the man's hand, noticing how incredibly soft they were.

"Logan, that's a beautiful name." Logan felt the heat rise and blood rush to his cheeks."And, who's this cute fella?" He asked rubbing the baby's back softly.

"This is Andy. Say hi, pooh bear. Say hi to Mr..."

"Jeff! Jeff Hughes." He replied. "But you can call me Bond. James Bond." Jeff said with a fake British accent that was really cute on him. Logan chuckled at the man's cute allusive humor.

"So, are you married?" Jeff asked bluntly.

"No, I'm not. No one has put a ring on it, yet. This little guy is the only man in my life and I'm enjoying it so far."

"That's great. Well, I gotta get going. I got a casserole in the oven. My mother's coming over but it was great meeting you Logan. And you too, Andy. I hope we can meet again."Jeff winked with a smile before exiting out the way he came. Logan sighed in content.

"Oh, we will, Jeff. We will." Logan said to himself in a low, mischievous tone before walking into the house, already hearing more bickering from his stepmom and brother-in-law.

Before you throw your pitchforks and torches at me, let me explain.

I'm so so sorry for making y'all wait. I've been super busy with senior year of high school. So much work and I'm in the school musical so I've haven't been focused but I will make sure to update before the month mark of whenever I post. Or I will at least try my hardest sometimes it won't be easy. Anyways I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter and my new OC:) tell me your opinions about this chapter, please!

Until next time,

~TheaterKid