A/N: This is my late birthday update for Vanessa a.k.a. poeticjustice13. She's sixteen now and she deserves everything so wish her a happy belated birthday!

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything except the plot and the characters I have created.


Just as Camille had promised Logan, they returned to their bed soon after Cynthia left but unlike before, they were no longer kissing, tickling or cuddling. Instead, as Camille's head lay in Logan's lap and his fingers gently treaded through her hair, she took deep breaths, slipping her eyes shut in hopes to not recall the day's events. His hands move down to her stomach and rub stiffly, indicating to Camille something was wrong. She flutters her doe- like eyes up at him only to find that he was staring off into space.

Deeply in thought, Logan has a million and one things running through his mind yet when he feels his lap relieved of the light weight that was present before and feel a small hand touch his jaw line, he still can't bring himself to snap out of his thoughts.

"Logan?" He can just barely hear Camille's soft voice but as she shakes his shoulder, he shakes his own head and looks at her.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?" she asks nervously, her top teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

"Yeah," he replies, nodding his head. He turns his head away from her and then scrambles to get off the bed.

"Logan," Camille grabs his upper arm, "What's wrong?" she repeats, even more seriously.

"Nothing," he shrugs her hand off and then exits the room.

He doesn't know why he's acting like this. This isn't him. He should be in there with Camille just holding her and comforting her. That's the Logan they both know. He's always been there for Camille. But the day's events have gotten him overwhelmed and for the first time since their wedding, he thinks of his father.

As much as he loves Camille, he finds himself seeing how unfair the situation is. At least Camille has some memory of her mom while he has none of his dad. But even so, he hates the way he's thinking. That woman ruined Camille's life... yet his father ruined his life as well. Maybe not necessarily in the same way as Camille's mom but he was forced to from up without a father and his mother was devastated, and as a result became a workaholic, practically neglecting him his entire life.

There are light footsteps behind him and he knows he should have expected Camille to follow him. However, he continues walking out to the living room and seats himself on the white couch.

She knows that she should probably leave him alone for a little while but she can't help seating herself next to Logan and forcing him to look at her. "I can't know what's wrong if you don't tell me. Please."

"Camille, let it go. I'll get over it," he says tightly. He feels her light hand on his shoulder, which he shrugs off without a second thought.

"Seriously, Logan," she protests. "Please."

"Cami, I begging you, just leave me alone for a little while," he pleads with the slightest hint of annoyance.

"Logan. I'm just worried about you."

"Fine. If you're not going to leave me alone then I'll tell you," he snaps, raising his voice, "Can't you see what's wrong? There's so much that's not right. For instance, how about the fact that you turned your mother away after seeing her after almost fourteen years? Or the fact that you refused to get to know her better?"

Logan knows the answers to his questions perfectly well yet he's compelled to ask them because to him, the situation seems so unfair. It isn't fair that Camille's mom came back when she didn't want her to and when she held no intention of reconciling with her. Logan would give anything, even his last breath to just meet his father once and get to know him. Ever since he was little he had always wondered if the departure of his father was his fault. Though he knew he had only been a few months old then, often times this sparked even more curiosity.

"She ruined my life." Now, it's Camille turn to speak tightly and she can feel herself boiling up.

While she's angry on one hand, she's confused on another. One minute Logan had been so supportive of her decisions and suddenly he had turned his mind completely.

"So? She didn't mean to. At least she came back and she's sorry. At least she wants to make up for what happened and wants to know you and Ethan again. At least she still cares. Unlike someone…" he mutters the last part bitterly.

Then, it clicks. Logan was thinking about his father. Camille sighs, rubbing her temples.

"Logan..." she calls out to him.

"No! It's not fair. I know what happened to you was wrong and I hate that it happened but you should be grateful. At least you grew up with two parents, at least your biological mother came back for you and at least you didn't have to live your entire life wondering what your mom was like. I can't even remember my father. He's been gone for over two decades! And I'm sure as hell that he has no intention of coming back. He couldn't give a crap about me or my mother and he's the reason my life was ruined. I grew up by myself. I never had a mother or father by me so maybe you should be grateful and call your mother back and apologize," he sneers.

Quite honestly, neither of them could remember the last time they fought. When they first started dating, it was a daily occurrence yet after Andrew, they never fought and when they argued, it was over trivial and pointless matters. But this was different. Suddenly they feel much younger and older at the same time.

Camille narrows her eyes, "Is that what you think? That I'm ungrateful? Because if that's true then you don't know me Logan Mitchell. I've told you a million times how grateful I am for you, all our friends and my parents. The only reason I didn't let Cynthia in is because I know what she's capable of. I don't need her coming back into my life and leaving me behind again when she becomes unhappy. And of all things, you want me to apologize? For what? She doesn't deserve an apology."

"Can't you at least give her a chance? Don't you realize the opportunity that's in front of you? You have your mother back again! You can have three parents in your life! You can know the person who gave birth to you, raised you for eight years and who you're biologically related to you. Isn't that something you want?" Logan questions, struggling to keep his voice a minimum.

"Look, I'm sorry that your parents were never around in your life but that doesn't mean I'm instantly going to forgive Cynthia. I didn't want Cynthia to come back. For once, everything was okay and now there's drama again because my past."

And it was like they barely knew each other. At least, that's how they were talking. They were referring to their pasts as if they merely sympathized with each other but honestly, couldn't really care less. That wasn't like them at all. They were always there for each other when times got rough but now they were fighting and not knowing when they would stop.

"Well if your constant problems weren't in the way, you would realize and appreciate what's in front of you!" Logan shouts. He's fully aware that he's pushing her buttons yet he can't bring himself to stop until all his anger is let out.

"I'm sorry that I have problems. And I'm sorry you have to deal with them- maybe you should have left when you had the chance!" Her voice softens, the anger partially being replaced with hurt.

"You know what, I should have!" Logan shrieks before clamping his hand over his mouth. Shit. That hadn't been what he meant to say at all. Their fight was never meant to drag out and go so far. It wasn't supposed to break them. "No, no, no…."

All of a sudden, Camille's on the floor, kneeling and crying aloud as she feels a pain in her stomach.

"Camille... No! I didn't mean to say that..." Logan murmurs, reaching out to grip her arm but retracting when she flinches away.

"Don't touch me. Leave Logan! I don't want to deal with you right now!" She looks up at him with pain and tears lurking in the mocha colored orbs. Her arms hold her stomach, as she moans at the dull aching in her stomach.

"Camille..." Logan protests.

"Logan, please. Leave," she whimpers.

"But you're hurting." He gestures to her stomach. "What if something's wrong? I can't leave."

"Leave me and my problems here and just go away," Camille says desperately.

"No... That's not what I meant. I'm sorry. It came out wrong."

"I don't care. Just please. I know how to take care of myself so don't bother worrying about me," Camille tells him.

Slowly, Logan nods, backing away. No matter how worried he is, he's giving her the time she so desperately needs. "Fine. Okay." He attempts to hold her hand again but when he fails, he looks back, quietly saying to Camille, "Take care of yourself, Cami. Do it for our baby."

Then, he steps out of the apartment and shut the door silently behind him.


A/N: Not nearly as long as I meant it to be but I think it turned out okay. Next chapter though, will be MUCH longer. I honestly never wrote a Lomille fight before other than their usual banter so tell me how I did! And don't worry, nothing will happen to their baby. :)

So... review?