Today Logan and Mia would meet for the first time. The mood was tense. They were sitting in the kitchen, waiting for Logan's arrival. Camille was nervous, Mia was excited. It rang.

"He's here!" Mia called. Camille got up. "Wait here," she said to Mia, went to the door, and opened it. Logan smiled at her. "Hi."

"Hey, Logan. Come in." She led him into the living room, where he sat down on the couch.

"How are you?"

"I'm nervous," he murmured. Camille nodded to him. "To be honest, me too. But everything will be fine."

He nodded silently.

"I'll be right back." She went into the kitchen, where Mia looked at her with wide eyes. "Is he really there?"

Camille smiled. "Yes. Come with me." She held out her hand. Mia grabbed it and followed her mother out of the kitchen.

"Are you ready?" Camille asked. Mia nodded. "Yes, Mommy."

"Okay."

They entered the living room, followed by Carlos, Alexa and Jo. Camille knelt down and put a hand on Mia's shoulder. "Honey, that's Logan."

Mia looked at Logan who had got up from the couch. She hesitated for a moment, then walked over to Logan, who also knelt down. "Hello, Mia."

"Hello."

No one spoke for a moment, then Logan cleared his throat and opened his bag. He took out a teddy bear and handed it to Mia. "Your mommy told me you like teddy bears."

Mia smiled. "Thank you." Again she hesitated and glanced at her mother, then she suddenly asked Logan, "May I hug you?"

"Yes, of course."

She hugged him. Logan closed his eyes for a moment. His daughter. He really held his daughter in his arms. He opened his eyes and looked over at Camille. She smiled at him and he returned the smile. Jo and Alexa smirked and Carlos grinned. Mia beamed at Logan, then she turned to Camille and said, "I like him."

Everyone laughed at these words. Camille went to Mia and hugged her. Carlos went to Logan and patted him on the shoulder. "Congratulations, buddy. You're a father now."

"Yes," Logan said, smiling. "I'm a father."

Two weeks later, Carlos, Lex, Camille, Mia, and Logan were having lunch together. Logan and Mia had been doing a lot together lately, getting to know each other better and better. Now Mia looked up from her plate and asked, "Mommy, can Logan sleep here today?"

Camille hesitated. "You know, honey, I can't decide that. You have to ask Carlos and Lex. It's their house."

Mia immediately turned to Carlos. "Carlos?"

Carlos grinned. "Well, if your mommy doesn't mind, that's okay."

"Mommy?"

Camille smiled. "Does Logan want that too?"

Mia looked questioningly at Logan. "Do you want to sleep here?"

Logan laughed. "Of course."

Camille woke up from a short sleep. She was thirsty and went to the kitchen. She was surprised when she heard voices from the living room. Logan was on the couch and Mia was next to him. Camille was about to go to them, when she heard Mia ask, "Why are you and my mommy not together anymore?"

Camille stopped. What would Logan answer?

Logan sighed and pulled Mia onto his lap. "Well, the truth is that your mommy and I had a stupid fight. Your mommy got a great offer for a job in Paris, but I didn't want that."

"Why not?"

Logan smiled sadly. "Because I would have missed your mommy very much. But your mommy did everything right, princess. I was the one who made a mistake. I didn't support her. That was wrong. And I can only hope that your mommy will forgive me someday."

"She will."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because I think Mommy still loves you."

"And what about you? Can you forgive me too?"

Mia nodded. "Yes." She hugged him. "I love you, Logan."

Logan returned the hug. "I love you too, princess. But now you should go back to bed. Otherwise we'll both get in trouble."

"Okay." But before Mia went into her room, she asked softly, "Do you still love my mommy?"

Logan smiled, leaned forward, and kissed the top of her head. "Yes, Mia. I love your mommy very much."

Mia beamed. "Good night, Logan."

"Sleep well, my angel."

Camille waited for Mia to disappear into her room, then she stepped out of the shadows and said, "I'm glad you didn't lie to her."

Logan flinched and turned to face her. "How long have you been standing there?"

She smiled and sat down next to him. "Long enough."

He sighed. "Mia has the right to know that her father is an idiot. If I hadn't overreacted like that, everything would be different now."

"Yes, may be."

He looked at her seriously. "Can you forgive me?"

She took his hand in hers. "I already did."

He smiled and gently squeezed her hand. "Camille, I love you."

"I know."

He raised an eyebrow. "And?"

She grinned. "I love you too."

They kissed. Then Camille got up. "Come on, let's go to bed."

Logan beamed, took her hand, and followed her into her room.