Cherry Bomb (Big Time Rush)

Rumors

Kendall shuffled from foot to foot, standing outside the clinic that Logan told him to go to. It was a real classy place, little topiary garden in front of the shining glass windows. And the name of the clinic, 35th Avenues Pregnancy Clinic, even sounded like it cost a lot of money. Carlos was staring at it in awe, mouth hanging open slightly.

"I want to come here when I have my baby,"

Kendall was feeling a bit morbid at the moment, the cruel urge to say 'If you can even have one' tugging at his lips. Must have been the mood swings taking affect. He just hoped they didn't take over when James and Logan came. He spotted the two well-dressed men approaching them, Logan carrying a brown suitcase and James wearing dazzling sunglasses on a cloudy day.

"Well don't stand there, go inside," Logan ushered them in quickly, possibly not to get noticed by anyone on the street and start asking questions as to why James Diamond was walking into a pregnancy clinic. The small lobby was adorned with spring colors and hundreds of photos of newborn babies. Fresh cut flowers were in the purple vase sitting on the receptionist's desk and little paintings of honeybees and butterflies covered the lavender walls. Carlos was taking his time, savoring each and every step around the lobby while James went to stare at the baby pictures, either dreading the one that was coming in nine months or just checking his reflection in the glass. The receptionist smiled.

"Name please?"

"Um, Kendall Knight," Kendall said, taking in the sterling silver call bell. She laughed lightly.

"Actually, we make appointments for the baby," she explained and Kendall mouthed an 'Oh'. It was kind of cute now that he thought about it. Carlos would love this place. Logan nudged him aside a bit.

"Baby Diamond," he said and she nodded. Kendall shot Logan a scowl and Logan shrugged, "Hey, he's the one that's going to be paying for all of this,"

"I'm what?" James snapped and Logan rolled his eyes.

"What, did you think I was going to get some cheap obstetrician that could kill your baby?"

"Logan. . ." James said warily. Since when was Logan concerned about the baby? James thought if the baby was gone, then they could go back to normal.

The manager must have something up his sleeve.

"Go down the hallway and first door to your left will be the waiting room for the expecting couples," she said with a smile and Logan nodded, gently nudging Kendall along. Carlos skipped along after them, oohing and ah-ing at the darling photographs of babies galore and James dragged his feet shortly after. He really didn't want to be here. Logan fell back in step, pushing James ahead so he was walking with Kendall and James rolled his eyes. Yep, the manager definitely had something up his sleeve.

"So. . .does your manager follow you around everywhere?" Kendall asked, hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans.

"I don't know. Does your little friend follow you around everywhere?" James asked, sticking his hands in the pockets of his $150 custom made denim pants.

"Well since he's the only one that actually cares about the baby, why not?"

"Well maybe if you didn't get so drunk and slutty, we both wouldn't have to be here," James muttered under his breath.

"You know, I'm pregnant which means I have mood swings. Which means that right now I will rip off your dick and dice it into bits if you don't shut up and let me be," Kendall said through clenched teeth.

Well, that made James be quiet. Carlos gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"He's usually a real nice guy. You'll love him. . .and the baby," Carlos threw in and James rolled his eyes as they stepped into the waiting room. There were two couples talking and nuzzling each other affectionately, a woman rubbing her very pregnant stomach whilst reading, a nervous man bouncing his knee up and down, and a man watching a little toddler running around with her little doll in her tight fist. Kendall sat down and Logan made sure James sat next to the hormonal blond, the manager and Carlos sitting across from them in the chairs next to one couple.