Hello Readers, this chapter isn't gonna be very long. I just wanted to post something since I didn't catch my deadline. Anyway, the chapter was pretty long , but I decided to split it up into two portions. This is mainly about Logan's feelings. Anyway, I'm working on the last part 2 to this chapter. I'm trying to unravel things into so Kendall's decision makes an impact on all three couples in a strange way. So, it's not all about Kenny. For future references, there will be some lesbian stuff. That probably is my fave right now, but it kinda is a big contribution to this story in a one sided way. Anyway, tomorrow I should be able to write the second part on my computer, but I'm not sure about when I'll post it. A few days ago, my computer crashed and I had to completely restart it, so I lost all my files so I had to start from scratch. Re-download LibreOffice and everything. It sucked. That's why I missed my deadline. I've been trying to create the chapters so I could get a feel on my plot so yeah. That's why this might be a bit nuts, sorry about that. Anyway, I did my best, so here it is. I want more reviews. I need them or I'll die. Y'all are my lifeline. Haha, just kidding, but I do want more reviews. Anyway, here goes nothing.

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR, but they are sexy as hell.


(Logan's P.O.V) Chapter 5 – Thoughts

He sat at the bar with pure anger and confusion in his heart. His blood ready boil over and finally let him explode. He sat pondering about everything the beautiful blonde said to him, as he lifted the whiskey to mouth, sipping the bitter liquid with a mind-boggling emotion, along with a swift motion. He wondered how Kendall could even say something like that to him. He was a good husband ,right? He was faithful, He cared about him, and He loved him more than anyone else in the entire world. Hell someday, he wanted the blonde to carry his babies.

"Hell, It"s an mpreg " 'shrugs' – Genora

He couldn't help ,but be a little pissed though. He tried to make time for them, for Kendall, he really did. It was hard, though. He was trying to make a life for them, and he tried to keep everything afloat. The image appeared of how his husband looked as he yelled at him. Taking another sip ,tasting the bitter liquid on his tongue. Feeling the smooth, strong, burning substance cascade down his throat , calming his nerves. Letting the liquid clear, alter his mind waves and overclouding his thoughts. The way the tears ran down his baby's face, as they screamed at each other , broke his heart into a million little pieces, unable to figure out how to form the proper thoughts of how to put it back together. Also leaving his mind with an extremely guilty conscious.

He didn't know what to do ,grabbing his wallet a picture of Kendall at their wedding. The beautiful memory flooded my mind. White roses trimmed the pews and light ceramic angels hung from the ceiling of the church. We had a gorgeous lit up spring Paris background view at the alter. The carpet was a reddish-orange color with a light tan trim. The walls were painted with bouquets of assorted flowers and roses. James, Carlos ,as he held their daughter and the rest of our family sat in the first few rows with a few of our allies and friends from the Palm Woods. It was a beautiful occasion. I smiled at the memory.

He let Camille plan the wedding after three weeks of begging. He personally thought she had overdone it , but she insisted. She called it Paris In Springtime. It costed a fortune, but it was a worth it for the love of his life's special day. It wasn't special that much to me though. Not to sound harsh or rash, but everyday was special when I constantly got the chance to wake up to the most beautiful blonde every morning. Hell, he was my life's purpose. It was the happiest day of my life when Kendall agreed to marry me. The memory brought happy tears to my eyes. In the photo, Kendall wore a white tux with a silver vest ,and white shirt. Red, yellow, and pink roses rested in his hands ,as my hands were securely wrapped around his mid-section. I wore a black tux with a red vest and white shirt underneath. I smiled at the photo. I've never seen Kendall smile that much. Back then, it used to be so simple. My smile faltered at the sound behind me.

" Hey Loges, I never knew whiskey was your thing. I thought you were more of a rum kind of guy." he said, cockily.

I chuckled slightly ,as Carlos took a seat beside me on the bar stool. I watched as he talked to the bartender. "Derek, give me a shot of Jack." He tilted his head ,slightly looking at the expression in my eyes " Then again, make it a double."

The brunette nodded "Coming right up, Carlo" as he busied off.

I wasn't that surprised by what he ordered. Being a police officer is very stressful and dangerous at time. Don't get me wrong, Carlos wasn't a renown drinker.. he just handled really tough cases.. Right now, their trying to catch a serial killer who killed and raped 4 women in the past week. That was a lot to handle. He smiled at me with a calm, friendly smile. "What's up, Loges. I'm surprised you're not at home with Kendall." As soon as he mentioned his name my frown deepened.

"We're not on speaking terms." was all I could say before I became once again silent, not letting my emotions show.

"Why are you here anyway?" Carlos removed his police cap, running his fingers through his short black hair.

"Well, I got to go somewhere to escape Jamie and my daughter. Plus, everyone knows not to come on lesbian night. I mean you stick out like a sore thumb. There's nothing ,but women in here ,dude" I grimaced as I scanned the socializing women, drinking, and smoking. No man in sight except the bartender. I face-palmed myself. The bartender came over and slid Carlos his drinks. Leaning over.

"He's got a point, you know?" Carlos let out a laugh. I opened my mouth appalled.

"No on asked you !?" I shouted across the bar ,and pouted. He did have a good point though. I swirled the contents of my glass lightly ,I swirled the glass between my fingers. I stared as Carlos downed them, taking them to the head, like a champ. My eyebrows as I inspected Carlos. He was a lot bigger now. Hell, he was taller than James now. It kinda scared us the way he grew after BTR.. It didn't surprise me much though. After James agreed to be his boyfriend a few years back, he started working out, taking vitamins ,and started doing all types of crazy shit to impress him. I thought he was nuts, but then again he was never sane. Hell, Steph thought he was on crack. Plus, he told me since he had him, he intended to keep him. I never brought it up again, knowing he loved Jamie so much. Knowing he was crazy at heart, there was nothing I could say to stop him. Plus, it was hard to convince me Kendall didn't want anyone else after we started dating, so I couldn't say shit.

"Plus, I heard Kendall call Jamie saying you didn't come home last night?" Dammit. James and Kendall became abnormally close close after we started dating them. It was even worse after we got married. You could officially say I've been replaced as the best-friend. I was sort of jealous of the situation because it felt like they were closer than as we were as friends. I mean he really doesn't confine in me for anything anymore. Is it too much to ask to actually talk to your husband without talking to your friends first? Geez. I stared at nothing really. I just glared hatefully at what could be happening right now, as \i took my glass and the rest glided down my throat, as I huffed, motioning for Derek to give me another round of Whiskey.

It was also good in a way. Me and Carlos started hanging out a lot more due to our boyfriend slash husbands closeness. I started seeing a whole new mature side of Carlos ,then when we all hung out together. We had a lot more in common then we thought. The more I talked to him , The more I stared understanding Carlos' point of view the way James did. He was really down to earth at times and realized a lot of qualities James saw in him. Plus, it was someone to talk to other than Kenny. It was good, because it wasn't strange. I mean you can't talk about your husband, with your husband without getting slapped, of course. Me, Carlos, and Dak talk quite a bit too when he's not off playing football. We were all husbands that confined in each other because our husbands bonded so well. We talked to each other to enjoy proper guy time. That's where life made sense to me.

" So you're gonna tell me, what's going on?" Carlos urged, trying not to push my mood too much. Carlos always have been gentle, while talking to people. He could make anyone calm. I guess that's one of the that's one of the reasons James was in love with him. I sighed, as I sucked in a breath of air. Maybe, he'll know what to do . I ran my hand across my face , defeated.

"I left, because we got in this huge fight last night." Carlos' eyes quirked up.

"About what? Y'all are usually not the ones to fight. What's going on?"

"He claims we're not spending enough time together, and that I don't care about him, enough. That all I care about is work, work, work." I said, with an angry huff.

"I mean, that can't be right? Right?" as I looked at Carlos expectantly. Carlos' eyebrows went up, silently.

"Carlos!?" I said, slightly more angry. I could feel the alcohol take affect slightly making me woozy and it pulsed through my veins pressing my emotions. Like it was nitrogen, in a fucking car.

Carlos flinched ,but let out a defeated , short antagonizing single breath of air, as he put a hand under his chin. He opened his mouth and then closed it in thought. He put a hand over his chin, rubbing it, as he held it between his thumb and forefinger. He did it for a few more seconds before he finally spoke up.

"Logan listen, When Cathlyn was born, I didn't want to take on the extra shifts. Hell, my job was already hard enough. I didn't need more, but James career just took off and it wasn't enough. Especially bringing in a baby, so I had to. After his job took off a bit more, I only then decided to slack off. It was about the time he started demanding the same thing ,but in a way he was right. I basically made a promise to him and my child. It's my job to be super-dad whether I liked it or not. Believe it or not, my daughter needs me to, so I know I can't constantly be gone without missing out on her life. As for you, you have no excuse, so it is a bit selfish." I gaped at him, noticing what he just said to me.

"Did you just call me selfish?" not sure if I heard those words correctly.

He nodded "Yep."

"You're taking his side." He shook his head.

"No, I'm not, but he does have a point. I mean the last time he fainted onstage. He called us to the hospital and cried all night because you weren't there and you were on a business trip out of state. I'm surprised considering, it was all over the news. How could you not see it?" I opened my mouth but he cut me off.

"Let me finish, I'm not gonna lie, he's a little wrong for asking so much of you , knowing what you are, but it doesn't give you an excuse to ignore him, any chance you get. When you leave, we have to pick up the slack. That's your job."

"What are you trying to say, Litos?"

""I'm trying to say there's way more than one person at fault here. If you keep this up, there's gonna be a permanent damage on your marriage that your charm won't fix. Remember when we auditioned for Gustavo." the turd song came to mind. Gustavo stayed around even after the band ended. He was like family. Carlos even asked Gustavo to be his daughter's godfather and I think that's the first time we ever saw Gustavo tear-up. He even taught her how to play the piano. She loved him.

I smiled "Yeah."

"Well, you know how Kendall is, he's stubborn, but this time if he walks out that door. I'm not guaranteed he's coming back. He fucking mule stubborn. If he can tell Gustavo, fuck you, he'll have no problem telling you that. You can't avoid this forever buddy. If you do, you could lose him and he'll never come back. I'm telling you this as a close-friend and personal wing-man." I chuckled lightly. I nodded .

"Come on."

We both left a tip as we left the bar. We hit a few more problems. Carlos' words circling my mind the entire way. I know Carlos was right and he only says things like that if it was serious. It was true. I loved him with all my heart ,but I didn't know the slightest thing to fix this. I already pushed his buttons far enough. How the hell am I supposed to convince him to talk to me ,but if I didn't some other man will. I sighed as we soon ventured home. , after I swear I couldn't feel my body anymore. We stumbled upon the steps to me and Kenny's mansion, as my arm swung over Carlos' shoulder trying to prop myself up. He slowly walked me up the last 2 steps, as he opened the front door. He steadied me as he held most of my weight. He gently laid me on the couch as I curled into a ball groaning. I mumbled incoherently as I slipped into unconsciousness.


(Carlos P.O.V)

I looked at Logan's sleeping form and frowned. I was worried about him. I hope this doesn't become an issue. Kendall and Logan needed each other. I put my police under my arm as I laid his keys on the counter. I walked out of the quiet home. I got into the car as I drove home. Thoughts plagued my mind as I tried to keep the the car in the road. I hope James had more luck than I did. I drove down the concrete slab that led to our gate as I drove into our two-story mansion. It had 14 bedrooms and 19 bathrooms so it was huge and even a huge mirror-like pool. It costed 2 million but it was worth it.

I drove around the circle to our door. I stepped out the car and ran up the steps to the big brown glass doors of our home. I let myself in taking in the surroundings if our living room. A sweet aroma of food hit my nostrils. One of the things that felt like home. It was a pretty much a modern style home. I I stepped across the threshold as the giant diamond chandelier swung above slightly over-head. I smiled as I could make out Jamie. James did most of the decorating. It would some people call a not a traditional home. He was cooking in the open-mouth kitchen. A phone attached to his ear. I smiled as he talked on the phone. He grew quite a bit, too His chest was more defined, but not as muscular due to his pregnancy. I changed his body drastically so he was able to conceive more if he wanted too. He had more of a feminine shape now. His hips poked out a bit more and it made out his skin to be a bit more creamy than before. His ass poked out a bit more and was perky much to my delight.

He swore up and down he was fat. I personally thought he was gorgeous. My diamond. He was beautiful when I met him and he was beautiful now. I walked up to him, kissing his temple, holding onto his slender frame, I muzzled into his skin and mewled in response. And he pecked me on on the lips.

" Yeah, okay bye." as he hung up.

"Hey baby," I pulled him closer once again, encasing his lips, he moaned as he clung to me. He smiled as he pulled away.

"How is he?" I shook my head.

"Bad he's fucking hammered. Kendall?" He shrugged his shoulders lightly.

"Worse, I just got off the phone with him. He's really upset. What did Logan say to him?" Only God knows, as I pinched the bridge of my nose. James wrapped his arms around me, as held him to my chest.

"Carlos, what are we gonna do?" I sighed as I kissed his forehead.

" I don't know." I pulled him away from my chest and looked into his beautiful hazel eyes I've fallen so in love with.

"Plus don't worry, they always work it out. They'll be just fine." I said, showing him a calm, comforting smile. Knowing deep in my gut this was not the case, but Jamie didn't need to know that.. He smiled" Okay" "Plus, you have to make it up to me about how you dissed me yesterday. Don't you ,baby?" I whispered seductively, huskily in his ear. I watched my lover's cheeks tinted a dark shade of red, as I kissed his neck, him shivering in pleasure. "Carlo' he he whispered. In pure euphoria as I claimed his lips passionately. He instantly moaned as I grabbed his hips. He jumped onto me, wrapping his legs around his waist and wrapped his arms around my neck. He giggled happily as I hurriedly carried him to the bedroom to make love.

Not noticing the hooded figure, leaning against a tree, staring into the window. A puff of smoke flowed slowly out of the stranger's mouth. As menacing growl escaped his throat , watching the young couple make love. How dare he touch his Jamie? Anger and fury arose in his heart James was his and only his. He didn't care who he had to hurt or kill to get the point across. One thing he didn't do was share his property. James was his first, last, and future. Carlos Garcia had to die and he wouldn't stop until he does. He didn't care what he had to do ,but he knew for sure the Latino's blood was gonna be splattered all over the sidewalk. Guaranteed. James, it's time to come back home to daddy. His eyes full of mischief and the lust for blood written in them. As he let the cigarette fell to the ground, stomping on it, squishing the lit cigarette, putting it out. He slid into the small car dropping the content from his hand letting it fall onto the black pavement. Driving away into the shadowy , dark, misty night. Not noticing the small photo on the ground of James and Carlos at their wedding. Carlos' face scratch out by a knife and James smiling face circled in red marker.


Woo that was a lot. Damn, it was longer than the chapter on my other story. Yay, James has a stalker. That wouldn't be good news in real life but thank goodness this is fanfiction right. Anyway, this is it. I'm trying to dig up James dark past so beware and all three of these marriages gonna break apart due to lies? There will be some Jak soon don't worry. I'll post the rest in about a week. I'm also working on a Bethan. Work with me people. Reviews!. I love you all. Now its time to take my punk ass to sleep it's 5 am and was up all night writing this. So y'all should be really glad I love y'all this much. Hope, you enjoyed. Goodnight, my peeps.