Camille smiled when she woke up the next morning and saw that Logan was still asleep. He slept without a shirt so she could see the old scars on his upper arms. She thoughtfully stroked the white lines with one finger, still a little sad that it had to get this far.

"What are you doing?"

Surprised, she paused and looked in Logan's face, who had opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"You're awake."

He laughed softly. "Yep. For almost half an hour."

"So that means you're lying there all the time waiting for me to wake up?"

"I also watched you sleep."

She shook her head. "Why?"

"Well, what can I say? You look beautiful in the morning."

She laughed. "I think it's quite difficult to find a girl or a woman who thinks they look beautiful in the morning after they've slept all night and before they have the opportunity to freshen up."

"And yet you are," he said with a grin, pulling her into his arms. "So ... what should we do today?"

Camille smiled. "Do you have an idea?"

"Well ... how about a lazy and relaxed day in bed?"

She laughed. "Have you forgotten that we have a bundle full of energy and joy called Mia? We don't have time to be lazy." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and wanted to get up, but Logan didn't let her go. "We'll see about that."

When Mia woke up, she immediately heard her parents' laughter and had to smile. She jumped out of bed and ran into her mother's room. Her parents lay arm in arm in bed and beamed at her. Mia held out her arms. "I want cuddle too."

"Of course," Logan said, smiling, lifting her on the bed. He put her on his lap and kissed the top of her head.

Camille smiled as she watched the two cuddle and romp, happy about how close they were. She lost herself in her thoughts for a few seconds until Mia's cheerful laugh brought her back to reality. "Mommy, help me."

She also had to laugh when she saw Logan tickling Mia. "Come on, Logan. Let her breathe."

Logan stopped, grinned and leaned over to her. Camille thought he wanted to kiss her, but instead he said quietly, "If not Mia, then you."

Before she understood what he meant by it, he had already begun to tickle her this time.

Mia giggled at the fact that her parents behaved like children. She watched them happily for a few seconds, then she felt sorry for her mother and decided to help her. So she sat behind Logan and put her little hands on his sides. Immediately, Logan stopped tickling Camille and turned to Mia. "Hey, what are you doing, sweetie?"

Mia laughed. "Daddy is ticklish."

Logan shook his head. "No, that's not true ... So, how about breakfast?" He wanted to get up from the bed, but Camille stopped him. "Hey, do you really think you can get away with it so easily?"

Logan looked nervously at his girlfriend and daughter and noticed that they both had the same mischievous smile on their faces. Protectively, he raised both hands. "Okay, okay, let's talk about it."

Camille grinned. "I think the time to talk is over." She grabbed Logan's arms. "Come on, honey. Get him."

"No, no, no ... hey, stop, don't," Logan laughed as his daughter's little hands crawled along his sensitive sides. Together, they tortured him for several minutes - which felt like hours for Logan - before they finally showed mercy. With a red face, tears of laughter in his eyes, and completely out of breath, he looked at them reproachfully. "That wasn't cool."

"Hey, you started it," Camille said, shrugging. Logan muttered something indistinctly, then he closed his eyes. Mia looked at him anxiously and approached him carefully. "Daddy, are you angry?"

Logan opened his eyes and looked at his daughter. He smiled faintly and pulled her into his arms. "No, princess, I'm not angry." He kissed the top of her head. Mia looked at Camille. "And you're not angry with Mommy either, are you?"

Logan smirked, straightened up, and gave Camille a kiss as well. Then he whispered in her ear, "I will take revenge for this," before putting his other arm around her. So the little family lay there peacefully and at first it seemed as if Logan was getting his lazy day when it suddenly knocked on the door. Logan frowned. "Who, for heaven's sake, knocks on your door at nine o'clock on Saturday morning?"

Before Camille could answer, Mia cheered happily and jumped down from the bed. "Come on, Mommy. Hurry up." Without waiting for Camille, she ran into the living room. Logan looked at Camille in confusion. "What does that mean?"

Camille laughed. "It means that your lazy day is over. Put a t-shirt on and get up. There's someone we'd like to introduce to you."

Camille had barely opened the door when Mia jumped into Louis's arms. "Louis!"

Louis laughed and swirled her around. "There's my favorite girl." He put her down on the floor. Mia looked at him with her eyes widened. "Isn't Isabelle your favorite girl?"

Louis smiled conspiratorially and put a finger on his lips. "Psst … That's our secret."

Mia giggled, then took his hand and dragged him into the apartment. "Look, Louis. That's my daddy, Logan."

Logan smiled politely and shook Louis's hand. "Bonjour, Louis. Comment allez-vous? Ravie de vous rencontrer." (How are you doing? Nice to meet you.)

Louis was surprised, but smiled as well. "Je vais bien merci. Ravie de vous rencontrer aussi." (I'm fine, thank you. Nice to meet you, too.)

Mia looked at Logan in amazement. "Daddy speaks French?"

"Of course. Your daddy can speak a lot of languages," Camille said, rolling her eyes in amusement. Logan smiled. "Except Spanish. Spanish is the only language where Carlos is always better than me. That's the advantage of growing up bilingual."

"Louis is the paper boy," Camille explained. "He was one of the first people I met in Paris. And over the years we have become friends. He also often took care of Mia when I had to work."

Louis smiled and stroked Mia's hair. "Yes, we're almost like brother and sister, aren't we?"

Mia nodded, but remained silent. Louis cleared his throat. "Well, I have to run. It was nice to see you all. See ya next Saturday." He gave Camille a newspaper, waved goodbye, and walked out. Camille closed the door and looked at Mia. "Is everything okay, honey?"

Mia hesitated. "Mommy, we'll move to America soon, right?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Why are you asking? Are you no longer looking forward to it?"

Mia shrugged helplessly.

"It's about Louis, isn't it? You will miss him."

Mia nodded sadly. Camille knelt down and pulled Mia in her arms. "Don't worry, honey. Look, you two can call each other. And during the holidays we will always come back and then you can visit him, okay?"

"Really?"

Camille nodded and kissed her on the cheek. "Really."

Logan stayed in the background during the conversation. Once again, he became painfully aware that there was a part in the life of Camille and Mia that he didn't belong to. It had to be difficult for Mia in particular, because unlike him and Camille, America wasn't her home, but Paris. Here she was born and had spent the first years of her life. In this city, the two had built up a life … without him. Did he really have the right to change this life? Of course, they would voluntarily come back to America, but still ... Well, he had to come to terms with it.

Mia seemed to be in a better mood now. Camille looked at them. "Well, what do we want to do today?"

"We could show Daddy the city and all our favorite places," Mia suggested enthusiastically. Camille smiled and nodded. "That's a great idea, sweetheart."

Logan nodded approvingly, but sighed inwardly. Yes, it really looked like the desired lazy day was finally over. But he was okay with it.