In the afternoon they sat down outside at one of the zoo's restaurants. After they ate, Logan pulled out a deck of cards and began playing with the kids. Camille watched them until her cell phone rang. "This is Jake."

Logan looked up. "What do you think he wants?"

"Probably congratulations on our wedding anniversary."

"Didn't he do that four days ago?"

"He did, but I told him we would celebrate today." She pointed to a bench nearby. "I'm going over there to make the call."

Logan, lost in his cards again, nodded absently. Camille stood up, stroked his back in a loving gesture, and walked away.

After Mia had triumphed over her brother and father – apparently she had the same talent at cards as her mother - Logan stretched extensively and looked over at Camille. He frowned. She was still on the phone, but her body language told him something was wrong. His sixth sense woke up. "Please take care of your brother for a moment, Princess," he said to Mia before walking over to Camille. When he was standing right behind her, she was finishing her phone call. She put her phone away and then stared motionless into space.

"Everything okay?"

His voice obviously startled her because she flinched a little before turning around.

"Um yeah, it's just . . ." She sighed, shaking her head. "No, to be honest, nothing is okay."

Logan felt concern rise within him. "What happened? Are your brothers okay?"

She nodded. "My brothers are fine."

"Your mom-?"

"It's my dad . . . He was in an accident and now he is seriously injured, lying in the hospital. The doctors don't know if he'll make it."

Logan wasn't sure how to react to what he had just heard. Camille noticed this and waved off. "I'm fine, Logan."

He didn't believe her. "Are you sure? Do you want to go home?"

Camille looked over at her children, who were looking at the pictures on Mia's camera, laughing. She shook her head. "No, I don't want to ruin the day. They were so looking forward to today. And so was I."

Logan nodded reluctantly. "Okay, but there's one more thing I want to say. I know this isn't an easy topic for you, and if you don't want to or can't talk about it right now, I accept that. But I want you to know that you can always talk to me, no matter when or where."

Camille was touched by his words, especially because she knew this wasn't an easy topic for him either. She leaned into him for a moment, closing her eyes, drawing strength from his unique scent as he lovingly kissed the top of her head. Then she straightened up again. "Come on, let's continue to enjoy our day. We can talk about it later."


That evening, after the kids were in bed, Logan sat in the room he had set up as his "office" and worked on some new lyrics. Even if Gustavo didn't want to admit it, he was getting older, so Kelly had finally convinced him to involve BTR more in the songwriting process. So, from time to time the guys were allowed to work on new songs on their own responsibility. But of course, the lyrics were only allowed and approved once they were accepted by Gustavo. Logan had been working on his draft for almost an hour when the door opened quietly, and Camille walked in. She didn't say anything, just sat down on the couch. She watched him working, which didn't bother him. He knew when she was ready, she would show him.

After another hour it happened. Logan heard Camille get up and walk over to him. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You need to do me a favor." Her voice was unusually quiet and fragile. Logan saved his document and turned off the screen before turning around in his desk chair, pulling Camille onto his lap. "Anything you want. Name it and I'll do it."

She leaned against him. "You have to tell me what to do. Because the more I think about it, the less I know what the right decision is."

"Do you know what I admire so much about you?" he asked in a gentle, loving voice and stroked her cheek. "That you never need anyone to tell you what to do. You always know what you want."

She nodded. "Normally yes, but not this time. That's why I need you. Because you always make the right decision, even if it's not easy."

"Okay, how can I help?"

Camille sighed. "I don't know if I should fly to Connecticut to see my dad. On the one hand, isn't that what anyone else in my position would do? On the other hand, after everything he did and said, especially in relation to you, can you really blame me if I decide not to fly over? No matter how many times I think about it, I can't come to a clear conclusion. So you have to help me with this decision because you know me better than I know myself. You know what the right solution is."

Logan sighed deeply. Yes, he knew the answer. But did she really want to hear it? "I can't believe what I'm about to say, and I hate myself for it, but I think . . . you should go to Connecticut. I know your dad never made life easy for us, but just because he made a series of bad decisions doesn't mean you should make the same mistake. I know what he said to you, and one part of me hates him for it, but . . . but it would still be the right decision."

When she didn't say anything, he stroked her back soothingly.

"I was afraid you would say something like that. I just wish you could come with me."

"But I can, we can go together-"

Camille shook her head. "No, you must stay here and take care of the kids. They need their parents, and when I'm not there, they will need you even more. Please do me this favor."

Logan grimaced. "I don't like that. I don't want to let you go knowing you'll be all alone over there."

"I won't be alone, my brothers will be there."

"That's not the same."

"You're right," she whispered, stroking his cheek. "It's not." Then she kissed him, and he kissed her back, holding her tightly for a moment before standing up and carrying her over to the couch. There he lay down next to her, wrapping his arm around her.

"You know," Camille said quietly as she caressed his chest, "I'm not worried about Mia. She's strong and independent, she'll be fine, but Phillip . . . he's so sweet and sensitive, and ever since he started to talk and remember things, we've never been apart for more than a day. I don't know how he'll react to this."

"Yes, I know you two share a special connection," Logan said understandingly. "Do you want me to tell the kids?"

Camille hesitated, then she shook her head. "No, I should do it." She sighed. "I don't want to leave, I don't want to be away from the kids, away from you."

Logan kissed the crook of her neck. "I know," he murmured, his warm breath caressing her skin. She sat up and took his hand. "Come on," she whispered, standing up. "Let's go to bed."

"To get some sleep?"

"No," she said with a seductive smile. "I want to be close to you."

And that's what they did, they were close to each other, all night long.