Camille was sitting outside at a coffee shop table, waiting. She was nervous. She had no idea how Logan would react.

"Hello, Camille."

She was startled and her heart skipped a beat. That calm and gentle voice. She turned around. Logan stood in front of her and smiled slightly at her. For a moment, she was lost for words, then she returned his smile and said, "Hello, Logan."

Logan sat down. A waitress came to them and they ordered their drinks. When she was gone, Logan asked, "Um ... how are you?"

"I can't complain. And you also seem to be doing very well. I heard about the engagement. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

Until the drinks were brought, there was silence between them. After Logan took a sip of his coke, he asked seriously, "So why did you want to meet me?"

Camille hadn't expected Logan to get straight to the point. But maybe it was better that way. She opened her purse and took out a photo. "That's why I'm here."

Logan looked at the photo. A little girl with dark, curly hair. She beamed and held a teddy bear in her arms. From the background of the photo, Logan concluded that it had been taken at a fair. He looked at Camille in confusion. "I don't understand."

"Her name is Mia. She is ... she is my daughter."

Logan choked on his coke and had to cough violently. When he could speak again, he gasped, "Your ... daughter?!"

Camille nodded. Logan was completely stunned. "Oh ... wow ... um ... congratulations." A strange feeling spread inside him. He looked at the photo and the feeling intensified. "Who is the father?"

"You are her father, Logan."

Logan's eyes widened. This little girl was his daughter?! "How old is she?"

"She turned four in April."

"That means …"

Camille nodded. "It must have happened on our last anniversary. Five years ago."

Logan was silent. Camille put her hand on his. "Logan, I swear, you are the father. There's no doubt."

"Why are you so sure about that?"

"Because I haven't slept with any other man in the past five years."

Logan was surprised ... and embarrassed. He pulled his hand away from hers and asked, "When you got the offer, did you already know that you were pregnant?"

She shook her head. "No. And after I found out ... well ... it was like a sign to me. A new beginning. I considered sending a message to you, but decided against it. I was afraid of your reaction. I was sure you would hate me. So the pregnancy was a good reason for me to end my previous life and start a new one."

Logan believed her, but he still didn't understand one thing. "But why are you back?"

"Because Mia is old enough now to ask questions. She wants to meet her father. And I don't want to deny her that wish."

Logan hesitated. "That's not so easy ... I mean ..."

Camille sighed. "Logan, I'm not here to break your relationship with Peggy. I'm only interested in Mia. She has the right to get to know you. I know this is very surprising for you now. And of course you can say that you don't want to meet her. If that's too hard for you right now, I understand." She was about to leave when Logan said, "Wait."

She looked at him expectantly. He pointed to the photo. "Tell me about her."

"Really?"

Logan nodded, smiling. She sat down again and looked at the photo as well. "She is unique. She has a lot of friends, a big heart and is almost always happy. She is also amazingly intelligent for her four years. But she can also be very stubborn. She is such an incredible child and I love her more than anything."

Logan looked into Mia's beaming face. And now he saw something. At first, he noticed her smile, which seemed very familiar to him. Mostly because of the dimples on her face. He smiled. Then he looked at her eyes. His eyes. A pleasant, warm feeling rose in him. His daughter. He looked back at Camille, who had been watching him intently.

"I want to meet her."

For a moment, Camille longed to hug Logan stormily. But it wouldn't come to that. Instead, she nodded and said, "I'm very happy about it, Logan. Thank you."

"But I need to talk to Peggy about it first."

"Of course. I understand that."

They exchanged their numbers. Logan wanted to give her the photo of Mia, but she shook her head. "You can keep it."

"Thanks." He held out a hand. "I'll call you when I've spoken to Peggy."

Camille nodded and shook his hand. "Okay."

It was strange to say goodbye in this formal way. Logan nodded to her, smiled, and walked away. Camille watched him and was surprised when he turned around.

"Camille?"

"Yes?"

"You said earlier that you were afraid that I would hate you."

She nodded.

"I never hated you."