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"Here, let me get those for you Mama Knight," Logan offered, grabbing the stack of plates in his almost-mother's hands and taking them to the sink himself.

"Oh thank you Logan honey," Mama Knight said gratefully, sinking down in a chair as Logan turned on the water and started rinsing off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. "I thought you'd run off with the rest of the boys as soon as you were done eating."

Logan smiled to himself as he placed a dish carefully in the dishwasher. "Well, I actually have some homework that I wanted to get done before the eleventh hour. The other guys are going to be up all night reading the history chapter we have to get done—that is, if they plan on reading it at all," he added with a snicker.

Mama Knight just smiled and shook her head. She watched Logan efficiently cleaning dishes and smiled a little wider. Not that the other boys didn't do their fair share of work—pop stars or not, all four of them still had their chores to do. But Logan was the one who would voluntarily help. Oh sure, sometimes Kendall would wash a dish after he was finished eating with it, but more often than not the dishes simply piled up in the sink, reaching overwhelming amounts that Mama Knight eventually had to do all herself.

She was incredibly thankful for Logan. He was the quiet, thoughtful one of the group. Sure, when he was with his friends he was as wild and crazy as the next seventeen-year-old boy, but by himself he was amazingly mature. Mama Knight couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous of Joanna, Logan's mother. Whenever all the moms had been spending time together, complaining about practically forcing their sons to help around the house, Joanna was always smiling serenely, somewhat amused. Logan always helped her out.

Logan's such a sweet boy, Mama Knight thought to herself. Joanna's incredibly lucky to have him as a son.

Logan was thinking about his mother as well. He was thinking about how much this felt like being at home, doing the dishes for his mom. At the end of a long day showing houses, she had to come home and cook dinner and then do whatever other housework needed doing. It exhausted her and Logan, even from a young age, had been able to see that. So he'd do the dishes.

It seemed like such a little thing, but he knew it had meant the world to his mother. She always had felt like she wasn't doing enough for her son. He was always by himself. When they had moved to Minnesota when Logan was in third grade and he'd met the boys, she'd felt a little better. He had brothers, something he had always wanted.

As Logan got a little older, he started doing more for his mom, like vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms. He even started cooking dinner some nights that he wasn't with his friends or at a late hockey practice. He had to look out for his mom. She only had him. And Logan actually liked it with just the two of them. That's the only way he ever remembered life, was him and his mom.

He had just finished putting all the dishes in the washer and was heading back to his bedroom to start on his homework when there was a knock on the door. Logan immediately went to answer it (despite all of his claims, he really didn't want to do his homework either).

Opening the door revealed a man in his early fifties, about the same height as Logan, with graying brown hair, with a beard. He was wearing a plain button down shirt and jeans—but they were nice jeans, ironed and everything. "Can I help you?" Logan asked. The man was staring at Logan with the oddest expression—he almost seemed shocked. "Sir?" Logan tried again.

The man at the door cleared his throat. "I'm sorry," he apologized, smiling and scratching at his beard almost nervously. "I…" He cleared his throat. "Logan?"

"Yes…" Logan answered slowly, feeling slightly nervous himself. "Can I help you?"

"Who is it, Logan sweetie?" Mama Knight asked, standing and walking to the door herself. When she caught sight of the man in the doorway, she paused. Walking slowly all the way to the door, she looked as though she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Christopher?" she finally asked hesitantly.

"Jennifer," the man whose name was apparently Christopher greeted her. He smiled and shook his head sadly. "It's been too long."

Mama Knight scoffed. "Well, that's not exactly the fault of anyone but yourself, Chris," she hissed, casting glances at Logan out of the corner of her eye. "What are you doing here?"

Christopher started to answer, but Logan cut him off. "I'm sorry," Logan cut in. "But I feel like I'm being left out of something here." He looked at Christopher again. "You know my name. You know Mrs. Knight. Should I know you too?"

With a sigh, Christopher shook his head and shrugged. "I suppose not. You haven't seen me for a long time…a very long time unfortunately."

Something about the man seemed familiar. Logan searched his memories for what it was and then it hit him. The photographs in the album he had found in the attic. The face he had pointed out to his mother. How she had smiled at her son while she answered, but frowned in her eyes.

"No…" Logan realized, staring at the man before him. "You're not…You can't be…You're…no…"

Christopher sighed again and smiled bitterly. "Yeah, Logan. I'm your dad."

Just a very short introductory chapter. I hope it intrigues you! I love comments, favorites, follows, all of it! Thanks so much for reading!