Perfect even. He was tall and slender but perfectly proportioned. Not at all ungainly or awkward looking like some boys (girls too) get. His skin was ...lear, not a blemish, his smile was genuine and his eyes were bright and a beautiful blue gray. What more could I have asked for. Don introduced Scott to me and he confidently shook my hand and looked me directly in the eye as he said he was pleased to meet me. Not a quiver in his voice at all. How can he be so at ease? I just hope having two. I got up to refill everyone’s cup and was thinking ‘for heaven’s sake! You’re acting like a young girl who has just reached puberty….pull yourself together!’ We sat around drinking coffee and making more ‘woman talk’ when I first felt something against my leg. I was sitting at the end of the table just off the hallway and thought at first I was imagining it………but nooo……….there it was again…..and it felt like my Micha’s hand on my thigh. I no longer wondered as I felt his tender hands pushing my. She came in that morning, dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans. She looked a bit drawn and I saw dark circles under her eyes. It didn't matter a bit to me. I was just happy to see her."Hi," I croaked.I saw tears forming in her eyes as she leaned in and kissed me softly, but for a nice long time. "Hi. You're getting better. You look better. I was scared, Colin. I was worried I might lose you."I tried to lighten the mood. "Not me. Too miserable. Too stubborn. Did I do much damage to the. I’m a little drunk, and the way Amy is acting, I’m liable to say something I’ll regret later.”“Is there somewhere else you want to go?” he asked.“I don’t suppose I could come in and have a couple of cups of coffee to sober up, could I?”“I don’t know how to make it,” he admitted, having never developed a taste for it.“I can handle that, if you don’t mind me imposing?” She flashed him a pretty smile and laid a hand on her chest - which only served to attract his attention to the upper swell of.