"Have you ever doubted us? … Did you ever think that we wouldn't end up together?"

"From the moment we met, it was you … Only you."

Four years later:

The seductive smell of fresh coffee was what woke Camille up on that sunny Saturday morning. She raised her head slightly and saw her husband, who was holding a steaming cup in his hands, smiling at her. "Happy anniversary."

Camille had to laugh. "Honey, our wedding anniversary was four days ago."

Logan nodded, handed her the cup, which she accepted with a grateful smile, and sat down next to her on the bed. "I know, but we agreed to celebrate it today. So I made coffee for you."

Camille took a sip from her cup. It tasted wonderful. She leaned on his shoulder. "I have the best husband ever."

"Don't let Kendall hear that, otherwise he'll feel like his honor has been insulted."

Camille smiled. "And I was hoping you would answer that you have the best wife."

"Yes, you're right. I wanna change my answer."

Camille laughed, put her cup on the nightstand and wrapped her arms around Logan. "Can you believe it? It's been four years."

Logan shook his head, running his right hand down her side. "No, I really can't. Time has flown by so quickly. Actually, it's a little scary to think about that."

"Hey . . ." Camille said softly and scratched the back of his neck. "No deep thoughts on our day, okay?"

Logan nodded. "Agreed." He pulled her onto his lap, kissing her sweetly.

Their friends had hoped that marriage would lead to Logan and Camille eventually cooling off a bit, but actually the opposite had happened. Their feelings for each other had only deepened over the last four years, like their lust for each other, which was still fresh and hot. This fact had driven their friends to despair more than once.

"So, how exactly do we want to spend our day today?" Camille asked, smirking. Logan wanted to answer, but a stormy knock on the door interrupted him.

"Mommy? Daddy? Are you up? When are we going to the zoo?"

Logan had to laugh. "I guess we're going to the zoo." He got up from the bed and opened the door, looking amused at his son, who was standing in front of him in his 'Lion King' pj's, looking at him with wide, expectant eyes.

"Good morning, buddy. Wanna help me to make breakfast? Once we've eaten, we'll head out."

Phillip Mitchell nodded excitedly and ran to his mother. "Mommy, we're going to the zoo today!"

Camille laughed and stroked her son's dark, slightly spiked hair. "Yes, baby, we will."

Phillip cheered, gave his mother a big hug, and ran past his father into the hallway. "Come on, Daddy. Let's make breakfast."

Logan gave Camille an amused-pained expression, then he followed his son, calling, "No running on the stairs, Phillip."

Laughing softly, Camille finished her cup of coffee, then she freshened up in the bathroom, and went to her daughter's room. She knocked softly and entered. "Good morning my angel."

Mia was standing in front of her bed, zipping up her yellow backpack. "Morning, Mom. I'm ready for our trip."

"I can see that. Did your dad tell you to pack in advance?"

Mia shook her head. "No, I decided that all on my own."

"Of course," Camille said, reflecting with amusement on the fact that Mia was becoming more and more like her father with each passing day. 'She's growing up, she's already eight. Logan's right, time flies really quickly,' Camille thought with a slight hint of sadness. "Your father and brother are making breakfast."

Mia nodded, smiling. "That wasn't hard to hear. But don't you think we should help them? Or am I the only one who remembers the spaghetti-disaster from five months ago?"

"So, is everyone looking forward to the zoo?" Logan asked as he fill up the plates with toast and eggs, the only meal he could have cooked in his sleep. Mia nodded excitedly. "Yes, I can finally try out my new camera from aunt Lex. I plan to photograph every single animal in the zoo. Then the pictures will be printed out and I will put them together into a great collage and show it to my friends and teachers at school. I'm sure they'll be impressed, right Dad?"

"I bet they will," Logan said, looking over at Camille and winked. She rolled her eyes. Phillip turned to his sister. "Can you take a few pictures for me too, Mia? I can take them to preschool on Monday."

"You can also take souvenirs to preschool," Mia suggested. Phillip's face lit up. "Yes! Daddy, we have to buy souvenirs, so that I can bring something for every child in preschool."

Camille watched in amusement as her husband's face paled a little at the thought of having to spend so much money.

"Well, we'll see about that, okay, buddy?"

"But Daddy, if I don't bring anything for the other kids, they'll be sad. You don't want them to be sad, do you, Daddy?"

"Um . . ." Logan said, looking over at Camille for help.

"Yes, honey, you don't want them to be sad, do you?"

"'Cause that would be really bad, Dad," Mia joined in the conversation with a grin. Logan realized that his family was overruling him and gave in. "Well, alright."

Phillip turned to his mother, beaming. "Mommy, do you think we'll see some baby animals?"

"I don't know, sweetheart. It might be a little early in the year for that, but maybe we'll get lucky."

"Daddy, do animals have babies the same way we humans do?"

Logan choked on his orange juice. When he was able to breathe again, he said, "Oh, um, you know, Phillip, there are a few important differences."

"Like what?"

Camille was having a really hard time trying not to burst out into laughter. Watching Logan practically squirm in discomfort was really amusing, but she also felt a little sorry for him.

"I think we'd better save this conversation for another time," she said to Logan's rescue. "We want to leave, right? So, go upstairs, change your clothes, brush your teeth, then grab your backpacks and off we go."

Phillip jumped off the chair. "Yes, let's go," he shouted with a laugh and ran towards the stairs. Mia followed him, but a little slower and more mature. "No running on the stairs, Phillip," she called out to her little brother and followed him upstairs.

Logan stood up and began clearing the table, giving Camille a disgruntled look. "Thanks for your support."

Camille smiled apologetically, stood up, and put her arms around him. "I'll make it up to you later," she promised, kissing him briefly. Then she looked at him, grinning. "You know, you really need to learn to say no every now and then."

"Oh, I'm perfectly capable of saying no," Logan said with a serious expression on his face, but Camille could see an amused glint in his eyes. "Oh really?" she asked teasingly. Logan nodded, holding her with one hand and using the other to tickle her.

"Stop it," Camille said, laughing and squirming slightly.

"No," Logan replied firmly, grinning teasingly. "See, I can say no."

"I meant with the kids, not me," Camille replied, wriggling out of his arms. Logan made a move to tickle her again, but-

"Dad! Where's the spare battery for my camera that we bought yesterday?"

"Mommy, which t-shirt should I wear? I can't decide!"

"Looks like you got lucky," Logan said with a grin, took the spare battery from the kitchen counter and went to the stairs. Camille followed him, grinning. "Don't think I wouldn't let you pay for this."

Unimpressed, Logan turned around and winked. "Can't wait for it."