Author's notes: *facepalms* I have no self control! I wanted to update weekly not like after 3 days... grrr at myself... but everyone wants Lomille and hey - who am I to keep them from you. Thus *takes a bow* I give you Lomille!

Love,

Emy

(Ps. I'm sorry if it sucks, I'm kinda meeh about this chapter myself, but they deserve a bit of a brake, don't you think?)

Logan opened his office door to see James and Katie kissing.

"WOO HOO! FINALLY! ABOUT FUCKING TIME!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs.

"Logan! Language!" Camille scolded from someplace behind him. "What's about time?" She asked, peeking in the office, from behind him. Logan smirked and moved aside with an exaggerated gesture to the new couple now blushing matching deep shades of crimson. Katie hid her face in James chest.

Camille squealed, clapping her hands, much like Nicole. "Finally! Oh, my God! JO!" Camille called running off to find her friend while Logan remained behind, smirking.

"We get no privacy around here." James whispered into Katie's hair making her nod, still blushing to the tops of her ears and the roots of her hair.

"This IS MY office." Logan giggled as he grabbed the papers he was looking for.

"Yeah-yeah – just get outta here." James giggled, still holding onto the very blushing Katie. Who would have thought she'd turn to mush the second James and her fessed up to their feelings? Logan left them alone with a mischievous wave of the hand and went to look for Kendall to share the great news.

Kendall beamed the second Logan told him about James and Katie.

"Seriously?"

"Yup. Caught them kissing in the office."

Kendall huffed out a long breath. "Finally. No more drama. I was so sick of it." Logan nodded in agreement.

That night dinner had a whole new routine to it. Katie sat by James' side, keeping mostly quiet and to herself. Logan laughed quietly watching her. He would never have thought he'd get to see the shy side of Katie Knight.

Camille shared his thoughts. He could see it in her eyes. In the way they sparkled every time their gazes met. And Logan got butterflies realizing that, after all the years of separation, he and Camille still had the same level of communication.

Logan grabbed Camille's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze in the middle of dinner. Camille turned and looked at him with wide eyes.

"I need to talk to you after Nikki's asleep." He whispered. Camille nodded shortly and went back to the general conversation around the table.

Later that night – well into the night, when everyone had gone to bed - Logan heard a quiet knock on his door.

"Come in." He called not so loudly.

"You said you wanted to talk to me?" Camille asked, poking her curly head of hair in the door.

"Yeah… Feel like going for a stroll under the stars?"

"Emmm…ok?" Camille replied, more of a question.

Logan smiled as he picked up a couple of warm cardigans. He draped one over Camille's shoulders and led her out of the house and into the small forest they had on the ranch. He held Camille's hand, but said nothing. Camille leaned in on his shoulder as they strolled quietly, side by side.

They walked until the moon came out and they reached the little lake James loved to ride to at dusk. Logan chose a wide tree and sat down, leaning against it. Camille sat by his side, leaning back against his chest. Neither broke the comfortable silence. They just looked out at the peaceful lake, the small waves rippling on its surface, the stars reflecting on them. Logan leaned his head on Camille's, closing his eyes, enjoying her company, her warmth, her smell.

"I love you." Camille whispered at one point making Logan smile against her hair.

"Camille, look at me." Logan asked of her. Camille complied, turning to face him. "How much do you love me?"

"What?"

"How much do you love me?" Camille kept looking at Logan with a frown not seeing where Logan was going with the question. "Do you love me enough to give LA up?" Camille gasped. "To move here for good and make a life here with me and our daughter?" Camille's eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

"Yes, Logan. I love you enough to leave the whole world behind. After almost five years away from you I've learned I can live without you but I just don't want to... not anymore." She said and placed a small peck on Logan's lips.

Logan pulled her in closer, deepening their kiss. For the first time in years. Camille's sweet taste exploded in his mouth, in his brain. He wanted, needed nothing more.

"I'm never letting you leave my side again." Logan whispered against Camille's lips.

"Not even to the bathroom?" Camille joked.

"Not even to the bathroom. Not even an inch away. Even if I have to handcuff you to me forever and ever." Logan rubbed his nose against Camille's as she giggled and Logan knew she had just seen the image of them handcuffed together in her mind.

Morning found them still in each other's arms, still by the base of the same tree, sleeping happily tangled into the other. Logan woke up first, his back a bit numb from sleeping on the cold hard ground and watched as Camille slept peacefully on his chest.

It felt good – complete – to have her back by his side, belonging to him and the only thing Logan wanted more than to make the moment last forevermore was to make sure that Camille was his and no one else's for as long as there was breath in his body. His heart started hammering in his chest as he thought and thought of the possibility of asking Camille to marry him.

Yes, maybe he was rushing into things, considering the past four years, but – also considering the past four years – spending more time away from the woman he loved, the mother of his child was out of the question.

Camille stirred in his embrace and Logan knew she was waking up. She slowly stretched her legs and Logan kissed the top of her head. Camille turned her face up to him and smiled a small smile. Logan pecked her lips.

"Marry me." He whispered before he could give himself enough time to second guess himself. Camille gasped and squealed against his lips before she shot up on her ass, holding his cardigan tightly around her torso.

"Logan… that's… what?"

"Marry me." Logan said again, his voice clear, his mind made up. "Be mine. Let me be yours. Like it always should have been. Marry me."

"I…" Camille looked down at her hands avoiding Logan's gaze.

"It's too soon. I know. But I also know I love you, Camille. Like I've never loved anyone. I will never love anyone the way I love you. You're it for me. I know for sure. Marry me. Just…"

"I want to say yes, Logan. I really do, it just…"

"Just what?" Logan's heart constricted seeing Camille's doubt. Camille bit her lip but said nothing. Logan's brain went into overdrive – was Camille unsure of him? Did she lie again and not love him? Was she just after someone to pay her bills and put Nicole through school? Was she just faking it? Logan went white as paper as his thoughts and doubts got worse and worse with every passing fraction of a second before Camille spoke quietly.

"I'm scared, Logan. I'm scared."

Logan almost released a sigh of relief. "What are you scared of?"

"That I'm not enough… That I don't deserve you… That you only want to marry me for Nikki's sake, which, trust me, you don't have to, I'd let you see her, be part of her life even if you hated me to bits and never wanted to see me ever again – I'd still find a way to make it work… you're her father, she needs her father…"

"Camille…" Logan placed a hand on Camille's and made her stop ranting. "We were made for one another." Logan chuckled. "I was worried you just came back cause you needed someone to take care of Nikki…" Camille's eyes darted up to his, an expression of pure shock and hurt written in them.

"I can take care of Nikki on my own. I've done so ever since she was born. She never lacked anything and had everything she wanted and needed…" Camille defended herself as she started to pull away from Logan the slightest bit.

"I know. Katie told me the other day…"

Logan cupped Camille's face and held her in place. The gesture soothed both their terrified hearts.

"I love you. Please be my wife."

"Ok." Camille said in a small voice as Logan's lips brushed ever so gently against her own.

"Ok?" Logan asked and Camille simply nodded, cupping Logan's hand over her cheek.

"Ok." She said again, still nodding. "I'll marry you."

A single stray tear fell down Camille marble white cheek. Logan smiled as wide as his cheeks would allow and placed one more chaste and loving kiss on his betrothed's lips.