Labour
Camille sat on the couch and looked at the clock. It was already 9pm. She sighed and shook her head. "Where is he?," she asked herself and stood up. It was now the second week in a row that Logan had to work all the time and was hardly home. Gustavo planned the next big tour and so he forced the boys to rehearse so much that this tour was a great success. Camille decided not to wait for Logan but instead to go to bed.
At some point she heard a sound. Camille straightened up and looked at the alarm clock. 11pm. She lay down again and listened as Logan went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out and entered the bedroom. Camille felt him lie down, but she didn't turn around. First when he lay there quietly she said softly: "You're late today."
He winced and Camille had to smile. He hadn't known she was awake. She turned and looked at him. He shook his head. "Man, you can't scare me so much."
She raised an eyebrow. "You shouldn't be frightened if you hadn't come so late." Camille tried to sound happy, but unfortunately it didn't quite work out. He heard that she was sad. Logan looked at her for a moment, then lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Cam. You know I'd rather be with you than the whole time in the studio. But it just doesn't happen at the moment."
"Great," she said, looking at him. She was angry. "You say it just doesn't happen at the moment, but do you know what? I know that myself! And the problem isn't that you aren't there now. You go on tour again and then I don't see you any more! Do you think I like it?" She breathed heavily and looked at him angrily, but at his sight, her anger suddenly disappeared. Logan had tears in her eyes. He straightened up himself, stretched his arms, and pulled Camille to himself. "No, I know you don't like it. I feel the same way. On the other hand, I'm looking forward to the tour, but on the other hand I have a rather bad conscience because of that. I miss spending time with you. You're right, we hardly see each other and I'm so sorry, Camille. I promise you I'll make it right, really. I'm sorry."
Camille also had tears in her eyes. She held him tightly and said, "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted at you. You're just doing your work. I understand that. Forgive me."
He gently slid away from her and stroked her cheek to wipe away the tears. He nodded and leaned against her. Then he said softly, "I love you."
She smiled. "I love you too."
Logan laughed softly and kissed her.
Then they both lie down again and Logan pulled Camille into his arms. There was silence for a few minutes, then he asked softly, "Do you know how I can handle all this work?"
She shook her head.
"Because of the end of work." He saw how she wanted to say something, and quickly added, "Because these are the only hours we can spend together. That's the only thing that makes me stick it out." He smiled and looked at her. She seemed to think about it for a moment, then she grinned. "Well, I'm good."
Logan had to laugh, then he kissed her and said, "The best. By the way, I'm free tomorrow. And as soon as we get off the tour, we have vacation. Then we can catch up the whole time we haven't seen each other. How does it sound?"
"Sounds great, but now we should sleep. It's already late."
He nodded and kissed her again. Then he turned to his side and closed his eyes. Camille smiled. Sure, all this work is very annoying, but Logan was right: As long as they could still be together for a couple of hours, everything was fine.
