"So, how was your night?" Jake asked as Camille got into the car with him and Leonard the next day.

"It was fine."

"Are you sure it's okay for you to stay in a hotel? We both don't have much space, but . . ."

Camille waved off. "Thanks, but I'm fine. Really." She turned to her younger brother. He didn't notice at first because he was typing on his phone, but when he finally raised his head, he was looking at her questioningly. "What?"

"I already noticed it yesterday; you stopped dyeing your hair."

He nodded. "Yes, Tanya says she likes my natural hair color better."

"Who's Tanya?" Camille asked, puzzled.

"His girlfriend," Jake said from the front seat, grinning. Camille's eyes widened. "You have a girlfriend?!"

"Could you say it in a way that it doesn't sound like one of the biggest wonders in the world?"

"Ah, yeah, you're right, I'm sorry. Let me try again - You have a girlfriend?! . . . No, see, I can't, I can't do it."

Jake laughed.

"It's no big deal. We met at the mall, talked, started hanging out, and eventually we started dating."

"Awww."

"No, don't 'awww' me. There's nothing to 'awww' about. For God's sake, when will you finally stop treating me like a child?"

"Well," Jake said slowly. "You're the youngest of us, so . . . never."

Camille laughed while Leonard just rolled his eyes.

But the relaxed mood quickly faded as soon as the hospital came into sight. Camille immediately felt a bad feeling arise within her. Jake parked his car, and they got out. Jake put a hand on Camille's back. "Ready?"

Camille sighed. "No, but let's do it anyway."

So they made their way to the intensive care unit. Through the glass windows, Camille could already see her father's room . . . and her dad. She closed her eyes for a moment, just wanting to forget this terrible sight. Camille's mother was sitting on a chair next to the bed, dozing.

"Was she here all night?" Camille asked in a whisper.

"Probably," Jake mumbled, sounding sad. He opened the door to the room. "Hey, Mom. Good morning."

Mrs. Roberts straightened up. "Is it morning already?"

"Yes, Mom, it is."

"Oh, so you boys came back to spend some time with your dad again?"

"Sure, but that's not the only reason. We also brought someone else with us."

Camille slowly walked into the room. "Hi, Mom."

Mrs. Robert's expression wasn't surprised, angry, or sad . . . it was just blank. "Camille . . ."

An uncomfortable silence fell over them.

"Um, Mom, you look like you could use a cup of tea. I'll get you one," Jake said, disappearing from the room, a little too hurriedly for Camille's liking.

"Wait, I'll help you," Leonard said, following his brother. Camille turned back to her mother. "Did you spend the whole night in here?"

"Is that so hard to understand? If you were in my place, wouldn't you do the same thing?"

Camille sighed. "Yeah, probably . . . Then again, if I knew that my family and friends were worried about me, then maybe I would listen to them."

Her mother didn't respond to that. "To be honest, I'm surprised you actually came here, after everything what happened."

Camille nodded. "Yeah, I know. It hasn't always been easy with Dad, but of course I'm worried about him and-"

"I meant; I'm surprised you came even though you broke his heart."

Camille stared at her mother, speechless. "What . . . what did you just say?"

"You heard me. Your father did everything for you, and how do you thank him? By cutting off contact with the family and moving to the other side of the country."

Now Camille couldn't hold back any longer. But before she could say a word, her brothers came back, immediately sensing that something was wrong.

"What the-?" Jake began, but Camille didn't take time to explain the situation. "Mom, if there's anyone here who's had their heart broken, it's me. Dad was the one who cut off contact, he didn't want anything to do with me anymore. You two haven't even come to my wedding, you never cared about your grandchildren and the only reason for that is because Dad was so incredibly stubborn towards Logan even though he-"

"You really shouldn't talk so disparagingly about your father, while he's lying here so badly injured. It probably would have been better if you hadn't come back in the first place, you're not doing your father any favors. So stop pretending that you care about him and go back to your other family."

This was too much for Camille, and the way her mother was condescending and resentful towards her was more than she could handle at the moment. She turned around and stormed out of the room, away from her mother's spiteful and hurtful words.

When there was a knock, Logan ran to the door to open it for his friends. "Hey, guys. Thanks for coming."

"No problem," Kendall said and entered the house, followed by Carlos and James. "So what's going on?"

"I have something for you," Logan said, holding up three sheets of paper.

"You finished your draft?" James asked.

"About time, man. Gustavo is getting impatient," Carlos added. Logan shrugged. "Well, he'll probably have to wait a little longer. No, these are babysitting plans for Mia and Phillip, and a list with all kinds of errands. While Camille is in Connecticut, I need all the help I can get."

"I'll take Mia!" Carlos and James shouted at the same time, then looked at each other, confused.

"Hey, why did you say Mia?" James wanted to know.

"Um, because I'm her favorite uncle, duh."

James rolled his eyes. "Dude, that was four years ago. But Mia is older now, and she no longer needs her childish uncle Carlos, who only jokes around with her. No, now she needs her uncle James, who can show her what's cool and fresh, because let's face it, her dad-" he glanced at Logan, "he won't."

Logan gave him one of his best "drop dead" stares, then he said, "Okay, so Kendall will help me with Phillip, Carlos will take care of Mia, and James, you will help me run the errands. Thank you very much."

"You know I'm right," James said as he took Logan's list, "you just don't want to admit it."

"There you are," Leonard said with relief when he found his sister sitting at a table in the corner of the cafeteria. "We thought you were already on the way back to California."

"I've thought about it," Camille replies. Leonard sat down next to her. "Then why are you still here?"

She sighed. "I don't know . . . I can't really explain it, but going back straight away feels just as wrong as staying here."

"You know she wasn't serious. She's just . . ."

"Yes, I think she was. But that's okay. We never had a close relationship."

"She's not in a good condition at the moment."

"I noticed." She rested her head on his shoulder.

"You miss your kids, don't you?"

"Yes . . ."

"How are they doing?"

"They're doing just great."

"And Logan? Is he still smart?"

Camille had to smile. "Yes, he is." Suddenly, the smile disappeared from her face. "I really hope he's okay . . ."

"I think people are staring at us," James grumbled as he trudged along behind Logan, pushing the shopping cart in front of him.

"Yeah, so? Since when are you complaining about attention?"

"I'm just saying, don't you think it's weird when two guys go shopping together?"

Logan rolled his eyes and sighed. "James, my wife is in Connecticut, trying to deal with old family problems. And the only thing I can think of is that there's nothing in the world I'd rather do than to be by her side to support her during this difficult time. But that's exactly what I can't do because I also have a son who misses his mother nonstop and a daughter who's trying to hold the pieces together. I have no time to worry about your strange opinions."

"Don't forget your unfinished draft for the new song."

"Just shut up and get some bread."

"Aye, aye, captain," James said sarcastically and left. Logan leaned against the wall for a moment, closing his eyes, thinking about Camille. "I really hope you're okay . . ."

James came back. "Found it."

Logan nodded. "Great. Now I need strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate."

James frowned. "But Camille is in Connecticut. So why do you need all this stuff?"

"To bake a cake. Strawberry-chocolate is Camille's favorite, and the kids love it. I thought it would be a good idea to distract them a little." He started moving, then stopped and turned to his friend. "Wait . . . why did you ask me so strangely what I needed these things for?"

James grinned. "Looks like someone has already forgotten about their honeymoon."

Logan shook his head. "You really have a dirty mind," he sighed, pushing James forward. "Come on, move."

He had put the children to bed and now went downstairs to the kitchen. He did the rest of the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, then tidied up the living room. Then he went to grab his cell phone and realized he didn't have it with him. He must have left it upstairs in the bedroom. So he went back upstairs, just in time to see Phillip come out of his room and sneak down the hallway.

"Phillip?"

The boy stopped and looked at Logan with wide eyes. Logan stepped closer. "What are you doing? Why aren't you in bed?"

"I can sleep in your and Mommy's room again, yes?"

Logan hesitated. "Come with me," he said quietly, took Phillip by the hand and went with him back into the children's room. There he put his son on the bed and sat down next to him. "Look, buddy, last night . . . last night was an exception, you know? I think it's better if you sleep in your own bed from now on."

It was clear that the little boy didn't like this answer. "Why?"

"You're turning five this year, you're starting to become a big boy. And think about how proud Mommy will be when she finds out how bravely you persevered."

"No, Mommy would have allowed me to do that."

'That's the problem,' Logan thought. "But Mommy isn't here right now, so I'm asking you to listen to me."

"But I miss her."

"I miss her too, buddy. But-"

"But that's not the same thing. You can sleep in the room where Mommy sleeps, but I can't." He crossed his arms and looked at Logan defiantly. Logan knew everyone said his son looked just like him, but at that moment, the boy looked like his mother. He tried to think of a good solution. "Okay, then here's what we'll do . . ."

Exhausted and frustrated, Camille returned to her hotel room. After she took a shower and had somewhat recovered from the day, she lay down on the bed, picked up her cell phone and dialed Logan's number. She really needed to hear his soft and soothing voice, otherwise she would go crazy. When he answered the call, the sound of his voice brought a smile to her face.

"Did you sense that I was just thinking about you? Is that why you're calling?"

"I always know when you're thinking about me," she replied, and he laughed, which relaxed her even more. She leaned back and closed her eyes. "I just needed to hear your voice."

"Bad day?"

"Yes . . ."

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

Camille smiled. This was one of the reasons why she loved Logan so much. He never said, 'tell me about it', no, he would always ask 'do you want to tell me about it?' He never demanded, always took her concerns into consideration. He was just perfect. And so she told him about her day, about how seeing her injured father made her feel, about the strange loneliness she felt in her actual hometown, and of course about the confrontation with her mother. He didn't interrupt her once, let her talk, listened patiently. And when she had gotten everything off her chest, he said, "Hearing all this from you only makes me regret even more that I can't support you, can't be with you in this difficult and complicated time."

"Don't say that, you're the best help I can ask for. And of course you're with me, just not in person."

"Yeah, I know . . ."

Camille frowned. "You sound like you've had a lot of stress today."

"Ah, it's nothing, well, nothing compared to your problems. I don't want to bother you with it."

"Oh, nonsense. Tell me what's going on."

"I spent most of my afternoon running errands with James Diamond. Do I need to say more?"

Camille laughed quietly. "Well, I guess that's your own fault. Why did you pick James anyway?"

"I had my reasons . . . and now I'm starting to regret them."

"Well, since I can't be there to relieve you of your stress, I give you permission to do whatever comes to mind to relieve yourself."

Logan was silent.

"Too subtle?"

"Huh? Oh, no. I get it . . . I was just thinking of something."

"Well, I didn't say to start right away, but all right."

"Gosh, Camille, no. I would never . . . do you remember our honeymoon?"

"That was four years ago, but yes."

"Did you tell the girls about it?"

"Of course."

"In detail?"

"Well, no. Just a few important moments. Why do you ask?"

"Ah, it's nothing. James made a strange comment in the store today and I was wondering how he knew about it because I'm sure I haven't spoken to the guys about it."

"What did he say?"

When he told her, she laughed. "Okay, yeah, that may actually be one of the things I told the girls. What did you do then?"

"Complained to him that he had a dirty imagination and forced him to pay for our purchase."

"He must hear it from Lucy."

"Great . . ."

"Are you mad?"

"No, of course not."

She heard him yawn. "You're tired."

"A little bit."

"Then you should snuggle up in our bed and-"

"Yeah, about that . . . I'm not in the bedroom. I'm on the couch in the living room."

"Why are you-?"

"I had a talk with Phillip." He told her about the events of the last two days.

"My poor little baby. I'll talk to him tomorrow."

There was a brief silence when Camille's thoughts returned to the events of the day.

"Camille?"

"Yes?"

"The things your mother said . . . they're not true. You know that, right?"

She missed him so much.

"Yes, I know."

"I love you."

At these words, long overdue tears came to her eyes. "I love you too . . . so much."

"Please don't cry. I'll do anything, but please don't cry."

She had to smile a little. "Anything?"

"Yes."

"Well, this might sound a little silly, but . . . would you stay on the phone and tell me something until I fell asleep?"

"You know I will. So, what should I tell you?"

She activated her phone's speaker and placed the device next to her as she snuggled into bed. "Tell me about our honeymoon."

He laughed softly. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Camille closed her eyes and listened to the unique voice of her perfect husband until sleep finally caught up with her and gave her sweet dreams.