Attention: In the second part of this chapter it might get a little kitschy aaaaand intimate. ;)

So now you are warned. Have fun. ^^

"Are you giving me the silent treatment now?" Camille asked Logan, who stared stubbornly through the windshield at the empty parking lot. Frustrated, he hit the wheel with both hands. "Damn it, Camille! Why did you do that?"

"For God's sake, Logan. We were just talking. Nothing happened."

"But something could have happened! You should have told me."

"I beg your pardon? I should have told you?" Her anger was beginning to boil up. "First of all, I didn't tell you because I knew you would react like this. Secondly, I am able to make my own decisions."

"Yes, I know your decisions so far. Like when you just left me behind and went to Paris, or when you cheated on me with one of my best friends!"

He had gone too far this time. That really was below the belt. There was a deadly silence in the car. Logan swallowed hard and lowered his head. Tears came to his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Camille tried to keep her emotions in check. In the past she would have shouted at him, slapped him and told him to go to hell. But now she couldn't afford to behave like this. The reason wasn't that she was older now. No, she had Mia. She couldn't act like a teenager if she wanted to be a good role model for her daughter. Besides that, Logan was the father and Mia needed them both. And although the urge to let her inner impulses run wild was still very strong, she swallowed the words she wanted to throw at him and put a hand on his thigh. "Are you still bothered by this incident? After all this years?"

"No," he murmured, but that was a lie. Even though he had forgiven Camille and James and acted as if everything was all right again, there was still that little part inside him that never let him rest. Logan knew if it had been Kendall or Carlos, he wouldn't be dealing with it now. But it was James. James who got every girl he wanted. Secretly, Logan had always been a little jealous of James's great skills with the girls. But he had always tried to suppress that feeling because he didn't want to risk their friendship. But then it happened. Of all the boys in the world it had been James, the crush of almost every girl. Worse was the fact that James had once told Logan that Camille wasn't his type, and yet he kissed her. After his (first) separation from Camille, Logan had banished all of these thoughts and feelings to a part inside him and hoped that he would eventually come to terms with it. And now this inner part, which he had tried to suppress for years, had betrayed him. But he didn't want to discuss this issue now. He pulled himself together. "Okay … you don't know yet, but I was planning a surprise for today. I wanted to spend the day with you and Mia and give Carlos and Lex some time for themselves. What do you say?"

Camille knew that this topic wasn't over yet. But maybe that was the best for the moment. And Mia was probably already looking forward to the family day - and Carlos and Alexa probably too, albeit for completely different reasons. She smiled. "That sounds wonderful."

Camille was lying in Logan's bed, listening to her daughter's quiet, regular breaths. After spending most of the day at the zoo and ending the evening on the promenade, the three of them drove to Logan's apartment, where Mia had insisted on watching a movie. After that, Logan had decided that Camille and Mia could have the bed while he would sleep on the couch. As soon as Mia was on the mattress, she fell asleep immediately. But Camille stayed awake. She couldn't sleep. She looked at Mia and smiled when she saw a strand of hair on her face. She gently brushed the strand out of Mia's face, then she got up quietly and left the room. She closed the door and turned to the living room. She was surprised to find - was it really a surprise? - that Logan was still awake too. "You can't sleep either?"

He looked up and shook his head. She lay down on the couch next to him and made herself comfortable under his blanket. He put an arm around her as she leaned her head against his chest and a pleasant silence filled the room. There was no need for them to talk to each other. Their mutual caresses did the talking for them. Still, after a long silence, Logan said, "I'm sorry we had an argument this morning."

"It's okay," she said softly. "It's not the first time that this has happened to us." A part of her wanted to ask him about James, but she was afraid to destroy this moment of intimacy between them and was silent instead. He stroked her cheek. "Why can't you sleep, sweetie?" He whispered in her ear, a pleasant shiver covering her body, which could also be due to the pet name she hadn't heard from him in many years.

"I can't sleep because I think we forgot something after our argument."

"What have we forgotten?"

She smiled mischievously and kissed him. Only very gently at first, but when she felt Logan return her kiss, it quickly became more passionate. Her hands slipped under his t-shirt and touched his soft and warm skin. He started kissing her neck and his breath quickened as her hands moved south. But Camille paused shortly before her destination. A protesting sound came from Logan's lips. "What's wrong?"

She bent down to him so that their lips were only millimeters apart. "Do you still think I am unable to make my own decisions?"

He groaned. "Really? Do you want to do this to me right now?" He asked in a voice a few octaves lower than normal. She didn't answer, just grinned at him. He closed his eyes for a moment. He knew what she was up to. He already knew it all too well. She would "torture" him until he finally gave her the answer she wanted to hear. However, he couldn't be angry with her for that. How many times had he been in her place? How many times had he kept her waiting until he was satisfied? It had become a game for them. A game whereby their "reconciliations" could take hours. The more stubborn you were, the more longer you had to wait. Of course, this system had one or two weaknesses, but overall it had always worked for them. And now they were back to that point after over five years. Logan bit his lower lip. His stubbornness and desire struggled with each other until he finally gave up - at least for that night. There was still a next time, after all. "OK. You won. You can make your own decisions. Satisfied?"

"Yes," she said, getting up. Before he could protest, she put a finger to her lips. Then she took his hand and pulled him with her. She stopped in front of the bathroom door.

"Why-?"

She put her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Would you like to risk Mia coming out of the room and seeing us?"

"God, no," he said, moaning as she pressed her body against his.

"Actually, we could stop right now," she teased, running a hand over his abs. "After all, we've already apologized to each other, so reconciliation is no longer necessary."

"Over my dead body," he said, pulling her into the bathroom.