A/N; Hi, hello! Quick update on this one a) because it's new so the idea's still fresh and b) because today after meet and greet pictures got released and a bunch of them involved the guys with small children, I had crazy amounts of daddy feelings. So this happened. And it's really, really Daddy Logan centric, so hopefully that's cool with you guys. I told you this one would be centrally focused on that anyway.

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Hope you enjoy the chapter!

-Kay.

Chapter 2-

Second and third period could not have possibly dragged on any slower. Physics class Logan had been fortunate enough to snag a seat toward the back of the room, getting away with checking his phone every few minutes underneath the black lab table as the period dragged on. Economics he hadn't gotten so lucky, having to rush there from his locker since it was basically on the other side of campus. He had been stuck in the front row, and the teacher recognized he was new right off the bat and had him stand up in front of the class and share his name and three interesting facts about himself. His interesting facts had consisted of 'I skateboard,' 'I've broken my leg three times,' and 'my favorite animal is a monkey.'

Thrilling.

That class had been boring since all they did was read a chapter from the text book out loud. Logan had gotten used to the concept of reading out loud, because it was something he did with Faith from time to time, but it was usually to get her to calm down or even to fall asleep. The sound of his voice usually seemed to work wonders on the little girl when it came to getting her to relax. So needless to say, the whole being picked at one point to read out loud had him even more antsy to be done with the day and back at home already. By the time the bell rang to indicate the end of third period, he was practically running out of the classroom, only to be stopped halfway to his locker.

"Hey, Logan, wait up!"

Reluctantly he slowed and turned around at the sound of the girl's voice. Looking at her, he vaguely recognized her from the class before. She had been sitting behind him. He couldn't remember if he had gotten her name or not, his mind elsewhere.

"You forgot your pen." The curly headed brunette chuckled, holding it out for him.

His eyebrows shot up for a moment, suddenly recalling that he had lent the writing utensil to her. "Thanks, um.."

"Camille." She said, smiling and nodding once. "And it's no problem."

Thankfully she didn't linger like the guys had before second period, simply continuing to give him a friendly smile and a 'see you around' before she went on her way. Logan watched her for a moment, biting his lip, before turning and hurrying the rest of the way up the hall to his locker.

Fourth period was his free period, and yeah, Kendall had told him that going off campus during free period probably wasn't the best idea, but separation anxiety was kicking in on high gear. Just to be safe, however, after stuffing his backpack in his locker and making sure he had his phone, wallet, and keys on him, he grabbed his skateboard then went to stop by the counseling office again. He was relieved to find that it wasn't another class period where TA's were manning the desk.

"Hi, um, I was wondering if there's any possible way to get an off campus pass or something like that for my free period?" he asked.

The woman on the other side of the counter pushed her square shaped glasses further up the bridge of her nose and squinted at him. Maybe the reason they had TA's was because this woman looked like she should have been retired already.

"We don't give off campus passes unless there are medical purposes." She answered in her gravelly voice.

Logan breathed in slowly and gave her a pleading look. "That's a great policy, but see I've got something really important to take care of at home-"

"And you can do it after school, young man." She cut him off.

Momentarily frustrated, Logan shut his eyes and took another deep breath. His mom had been the one to meet with the principal before he was enrolled, and he wasn't precisely sure how much the woman had told the man. Based on her reassurance that the school would be understanding and accommodating, he had made the assumption that somewhere in administration they knew of his whole teenage parent situation. Opening his eyes once again, he frowned.

"Can I see the principal?" he requested.

"Principal Knight's office is two doors down, you can see for yourself if she's in." The receptionist said, none too lightly.

Resisting the urge to sneer, he instead mumbled a thank you before quickly leaving the counseling office. Stepping into the principal's office two doors down, Logan knocked right into another student who was just starting to walk out of the office's small waiting room. He muttered a quick apology which was only met by the bulky blonde angrily shoving passed him. Logan scoffed but otherwise shook his head and moved up to the front desk, eyeing the open door that had 'Principal Knight' posted on it.

"I'd like to speak with Principal Knight, please." He said politely to the young woman behind the desk.

"Well, her door's open and there's no one waiting, so go on in." The dark skinned woman laughed lightly, obviously noting his urgency.

Logan stepped into the office doorway and reached to rap his knuckles against the open door anyway, just to be safe. When the swivel chair turned around again and revealed a red haired woman with an expectant smile on her face, his eyebrows shot up momentarily. For whatever reason he had automatically assumed that the principal would be a man. Talk about stereotyping.

"Um, hi, Principal Knight, I'm Logan. Logan Mi-"

"Ah, yes, Logan Mitchell! Have a seat, kiddo." She beamed, motioning to the chair across from her.

For good measure, Logan carefully shut the door to the office before moving to sit down.

"I'm assuming you shouldn't be in class right now and that's why you're here." The woman gave him a slightly accusing look.

He shook his head and let out a slight laugh. "I've got a free period, that's actually what I came to talk to you about."

"What can I do for you, mister Mitchell?"

"I don't.. um, I don't really know how much my mom told you about my home situation right now?" He had taken to anxiously toying with his hands in his lap as he spoke, and he glanced up from them questioningly to see if the principal understood where he was going.

Realization dawned on Principal Knight's face and she nodded slowly. "The situation, with your daughter, you mean? She did mention that. I informed her that accommodations could be made when necessary. Considering the fact that you're continuing to actually go to school at all while being a single seventeen year old father, I came to the decision that it would be fair to cut you a little bit of slack. But-"

Logan closed his mouth again, sinking a little bit into his chair.

"When I say cut you a little bit of slack, I don't mean give you free reign. Your classes are still your responsibility, you need to keep your grades up. I more mean a little more of lenient schedule. I know how babies are when it comes to time consumption." She smiled faintly.

Logan felt his cheeks flush a little bit as he cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter once again. "I'm not worried about my grades or the work load, I can manage that. I just- I've got a free period right now, and I- I, um, would really like to be able to go home to check on her and stuff, since it's before lunch time and I won't be late to a class if I come back before lunch is over."

As Principal Knight seemed to think it over for a moment, the boy let his brown eyes wander over the desk, almost searching for some kind of distraction in his impatience. His gaze caught on a picture frame on the shelf behind the desk. The picture was of Principal Knight and what he assumed were her two kids, one a brunette girl that looked about middle school age, and the other a sandy haired boy. Squinting slightly, Logan realized with a jolt that he recognized him. Kendall. It figured he would have the principal's son trying to make friends with him the first day he was there.

"I suppose that could be arranged." Principal Knight said finally, bringing his attention back to her. "I'm going to need you to check in with Lydia, out at the main desk, after your third period class. She'll give you an off campus pass when you check out. You'll also have to be back and checking back in at least ten minutes before lunch period is over."

Logan was already nodding quickly after the first half of her request. "I can do that, yeah, of course."

"I would really hate to have to revoke this on you, so please make sure you stick with the rules, Logan." She warned.

He definitely wasn't about to screw up what chance he got to have a Faith break halfway through his days. He thanked her in a rush, scooping up his skateboard and turning to the door to go out and get his pass from Lydia, but froze with his hand on the doorknob when a thought occurred to him.

"Um, Principal Knight, can I ask you another favor?" he asked hesitantly.

"What is it, kiddo?"

"I know that this is gonna sound.. weird, but could you like, not.. mention this to Kendall? It's just that I don't really want everyone knowing right now and making assumptions right off the bat. I mean, it's a new school and I don't really wanna be the one everyone's talking about because-"

"Logan!" He quickly shut his mouth as he was cut off. "I won't say anything. It's official business, and therefore none of Kendall's."

Once again he thanked her before hurrying back out into the waiting area and going up to the desk once again. He explained that he was free to have an off campus pass and once Lydia was given a nod from the open door of Principal Knight's office, she filled out the pink slip of paper and handed it over to him with a reminder that he needed to be back ten minutes before lunch ended.

Getting off campus felt freeing, and not only because he was rolling downhill fast on his skateboard on his way home. More likely it was because he knew where he was headed. He tried to tell himself that that feeling was a good thing, that maybe the whole going to school thing wouldn't be so bad after a while because he would have the knowledge that he would get to hurry home to his little girl afterwards. Before it could really sink in, however, he was rounding the curve onto his neighborhood's street. Rolling up in front of his house, he slowed down and hopped off his board, letting it skid the rest of the way forward until it hit the bottom porch step as he climbed up them.

He recognized the tinkling melody of the tune that played when Faith's rocker seat was on the second he stepped in the front door. The water was running in the kitchen, signifying his mom was in there, probably doing the unfinished dishes, but that wasn't where his focus was at the moment, anyway. A bright dimpled smile broke across his face as he looked at Faith in her rocker, absolutely content despite the drool that was running down her chin and soaking the bib she had on while she gummed at her rubber teething ring. Her wide brown eyes moved over to Logan as he stepped further into the living room, and he let out a laugh as she kicked her feet some upon noticing him.

"Well, if it isn't the prettiest girl in the whole world, look at you." He said, his voice taking on the typical higher octave that people spoke in when talking to babies.

The first time he had ever done it, he had literally done a double take, having not expected it of himself. Over time it just became what he was used to, especially after spending so much time with the six month old. Every once in a while he even mocked her baby gibberish back at her and had a full on fake conversation. Faith let go of the teething ring and let it flop out of her mouth as her dad began unclicking the buckles of her seat to pull her out of it. Logan balanced her for a moment in one arm, using his other hand to bring up the bottom of her bib and wipe at her chin before taking the bib off and bouncing her gently.

"Yeah, how's my sweet girl, huh? Having a good day with grandma?" he asked, then pressed a kiss to the infant's soft cheek.

The water in the kitchen had turned off and Logan turned to meet his mother's questioning gaze as she came back into the living room.

"What are you doing home, young man? You're supposed to be in school." She scolded.

"Free period." He replied simply. "Has she eaten yet?"

Sighing, his mother shook her head. "No, I was just about to get her in there for lunch once the dishes were finished."

"I can do it since I'm here. Let's go get you some lunch, princess. How do you feel about sweet potatoes?" he made one sided conversation with his daughter as he slowly bounced her on the way to the kitchen.

"I pulled the peas out for her." His mother called from the living room.

"She hates the peas, spits 'em out and makes a huge mess!" he called back then leaned in closer to the baby as if he was sharing a secret with her. "Silly grandma, huh? Say 'I don't like peas, those are gross and nasty.'"

He was answered with a quiet coo from Faith that earned a light laugh from him. Once he had her situated and buckled into her high chair, complete with dry and clean bib on, he moved to put the jar of pea baby food back in the cabinet and grab the sweet potatoes, along with a clean spoon. He slid a chair from the small kitchen table in front of the baby's seat and raised his eyebrows at the little girls as she smacked her little hands on top of the plastic tray and whined.

"Alright, alright, I got it, you're hungry. No need to get angry with me." He chuckled.

He screwed the cap off the jar and got a small scoop of the puree on the spoon, holding it out for her and snickering softly when Faith held her mouth open even when the spoon was still a few inches away from her. She 'mmm'-ed and kicked her legs underneath the tray and he mimicked the noise with a wide smile. He had gotten so used to this, fallen in love with it even. With all of the little things. He had never expected to love it this much, or to be good at it. Maybe it was the time he had had to get used to it and get mostly comfortable, but he had never anticipated feeling most at home when he was being a dad, especially given how young he was. Sure, he had always liked kids to a certain extent and he was good with them, even wanted some of his own one day, but that 'one day' was supposed to have been a long time in the future.

Having Faith as young as he did put a lot of things on hold for him. Extracurriculars weren't always a great idea because they usually took place after school and he needed to be home so his mom could get work done. He had originally wanted to get ahead and take juggle some college courses in his senior year so that he was a step up and could work on getting into med school sooner. Social life was a little nonexistent, too, not that that bothered him so much now being in a new place and hardly knowing anyone. The fact of the matter was that, a lot of things changed when Lindsay had found out she was pregnant, and even more had changed when she had opted to keep the baby, let alone when she left the state after she graduated, leaving Logan and Faith behind.

It was really hard at first, grasping the idea, accepting it. He was a dad. He was seventeen, going into his senior year, and a dad. A single dad. The first month or two was particularly difficult, just because it was the adjustment period. Getting used to the waking up at all hours of the night to calm the wailing newborn down took time. After a while he got the hang of it and learned methods to keep her calm and asleep. It was around the fourth month when he realized he was getting more comfortable with everything. By then he knew little things, like what noises she liked, or what toys she wanted to play with the most, or how driving got her to sleep really easily. A routine got made, really by Faith herself, and he worked around it and made it work for him, too.

Now here he was, six months with a child, and he felt at ease with it most of the time. Sure, it was still pretty stressful, of course it would be, all things considered, but Faith was his constant. She was what motivated him, what kept him going, both physically and mentally. He had to get through things, had to go to school, had to get up out of bed every day and put a smile on his face, because his daughter needed him to, and he knew he needed to do all that he could for her.

As Faith started to turn her head at the oncoming spoonfuls of food and fuss in her chair, Logan knowingly gave up trying to get her to eat anymore of it. He capped the jar once again and rinsed the spoon before leaving it in the sink. Coming back with a damp paper towel, he wiped some of the excess orange goop off of Faith's face, earning some unhappy huffing in return. Finally he took her bib off of her and got her out of her high chair once again, going back into the living room and plopping down on the couch next to wear his mother was peering over some paperwork. He leaned forward to grab Faith's toy keys off the coffee table and hand them to her before his eyes moved sideways over to his mom.

"Couldn't even make it the whole day, huh?" she asked with a faint smile.

Logan smiled and looked at Faith again as she rattled her plastic keys in her hand and let out a gurgled 'oooh.'

"She's kind of irresistible, don't you think?" Logan laughed.

Ms. Mitchell snorted, "Oh just you wait until she's a teenager, mister."

Shuddering, the seventeen year old shook his head. "Let's not go there."

He wasn't even sure he could think that far ahead, given he himself was still a teenager, but even if he was capable, he definitely didn't want to think of the trouble he was going to face having a teenage girl. Turning his focus back to the six month old on his lap, he let himself get caught up in just watching her for several seconds. Admittedly he was glad that Faith had so far inherited mostly his looks. Not that he would have loved her any less if she looked like her mom, of course, but it was still sort of nice that he could look at Faith and not have to see Lindsay. He could almost pretend the girl didn't exist, hadn't hurt him or their child like she did by leaving.

Faith's wide brown eyes looked up at him with curiosity as she gummed at one of the plastic keys of her toy. Logan smiled at her and rubbed slowly up and down her back. She inclined herself forward and plopped her little head against his stomach, not quite able to turn herself in the actual position she wanted just yet. Logan breathed out a laugh and turned her so that she was laying on her stomach against him, her face turned so that she could keep her toy in her mouth as she rested on him. He'd have to change shirts before he went back to school, what with her drooling on him like she was, but he didn't care.

After a few minutes of humming under his breath and rubbing the child's back slowly, he glanced down to find Faith's eyes had fallen shut. A faint smile tugged up the corners of his mouth and he very carefully stood up, cradling her against him as he made his way to his bedroom so that he could lay her down in her crib. Once he was sure she was settled and wasn't about to roll over and start fussing because she wasn't actually quite fully asleep yet, he turned and tugged off his drooled-on t-shirt and grabbed another off the folded pile his mom had left on the foot of his bed, pulling it on over his head and sighing. He leaned in over the side of the crib and kissed his daughter's head softly before grabbing the baby monitor, making sure it was on, and taking the other one out to his mom.

"I gotta head back to school." He said, handing her the device.

"Good, good. Try to stay there this time." She teased lightly.

He managed a laugh and leaned in to kiss her cheek, getting one in return, before he went back out front to grab his skateboard and get back to school.

Fifth period was a tiny bit easier than second and third had been, probably because some of his anxiety had been curbed by being able to get Faith down before he had to be back at school. However, the problem with his fifth period English class was that both Kendall and James were in it, too. Thankfully he was walking into the room just as the bell was ringing, despite being back on campus early like he needed to be, so that they couldn't ask him about where he'd been at lunch right away. He spent most of the period trying to come up with a good excuse, which was slightly ironic, he found, since the current unit in class was apparently tall tales. By the time the bell rang, Logan had his story straight, having to conjure up the name of the girl from his Economics class for the sake of the excuse. It was a good thing he managed, too, because even though he tried to rush out of the room and to his locker before getting stopped, he knew James's locker was across from his so there was no getting out of giving an explanation.

"Dude, we missed you at lunch." James noted, catching up to him as he yanked open his locker.

"Yeah, sorry, I got caught up talking with this girl, Camille, from my econ class." He lied, waving his hand.

"Ah, Camille," Kendall mused. "Careful with that one, she's kind of a drama queen."

Logan almost opened his mouth to disagree, but then realized how pointless that would be given he didn't have much argument, seeing as he had spoken to Camille for all of about thirty seconds. Instead he simply just shrugged his shoulders.

"What're you doing after school?" James asked.

Damn it, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

"James, we've got hockey practice after school." Kendall intervened, earning a mental thank you from Logan.

"Shit, right. Well, hang out with us at lunch tomorrow, then." The brunette said, giving the shorter boy a slight elbow nudge.

Logan wasn't quite sure why James was so set on having him join them, but some part of him felt a little flattered, he supposed. He eyed James for a moment, taking in the somewhat hopeful expression on the boy's face, in his hazel eyes, then he half smiled and nodded once.

"Yeah, okay, sure." He said.

Of course, he still had the same lunch date for tomorrow that he would have to bail on the guys, but he didn't need to share that right now. What they didn't know couldn't hurt them.