I knew John for as long as I could remember, hell what could I say about the bastard? He was everything I admired, and he was my best friend. I couldn’t really see what John saw in me. I was just a little girl with pig tails who would kick anyone’s’ arse, the spunky little tomboy, the gangly young teen, but then one day as almost everyone does, I grew up. John and I were only one month apart, he’d also rub in the day. He was older, with his birthday being the ninth of October, and mine being the tenth of November, but we were practically the same age.

It was the first day of school for John and me yet again, only this time it was a bit more interesting because we’d gotten into the Liverpool College of Art. That was an amazing accomplishment for John. He’d been kicked out of Quarry Bank because of his usual behaviour, but with some persuading on my mum’s part, and a highly decorated, and for the most part made up recommendation from the administrator of Quarry Bank, John had been accepted. Now here we were on our way to the school that was supposed to teach us art, and would probably ruin our already habitual drawing skills.

I glanced back at John to see why he was lagging behind. I noticed the direction of his stare immediately. His eyes were practically glued to my ass, until he noticed that I was looking at him. He shook himself and seemed to regain some of his senses, too bad common sense was something he never had.

“Bloody hell Blake! How can you be the same little kid with skinned knees and cute little pig tails that kicked me arse when I gave you that little doll for ye birthday!” John muttered in another momentary lapse of Lennon sanity.

“Ah hell Lennon, you grew up with me, why don’t you tell me? You keep staring at my ass though, and I’ll thump you into next Bloody Sunday,” I grinned wolfishly.

“I can’t help it. You’ve more curves than Bridget Bardot, why if you weren’t like a sister to me…” He said and waggled his eyebrows.

That was the comment that made me stop. “You’re gonna get it ye bastard!” I growled and I was headed straight for him, but before I could get to him he shot past me, and I took off after him.

I ended up chasing him all the way to school. He managed to get away, as I ran head first into a guy. The impact threw both of us on our backsides. I jumped and extended my hand to help him up. I jerked him up in one quick fluid motion and then I was kneeling down on the ground picking up his scattered belongings, a notebook, a sketch pad, and some various drawings. The guy was just standing there as I got back up and handed him his things. He appeared to be dazed but I didn’t really know because I couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark sunglasses he wore. He looked like James Dean, he was just so handsome, with a face any sculptor would want to shape. He was kind of thin but somewhat muscular and lithe.

“Hey do I have to stand here holding this all day? Are you all right, you look like you saw a ghost or something,” I said.

Something in his face changed as he finally looked down at my full hands. His voice was deep and gentle as he spoke, “I’m sorry, but there’s a lot on me mind. Thank you.”

“I should be the one apologizing. I was the one that knocked you flat. I’m Blake Jordan, and you would be?”

“Stu, uh… Stuart Sutcliffe. I really think I should be going. I have a class to get to, and the professors hate it when you’re late,” He mumbled nervously.

“Okay, but I’ll be seeing you Stu!”

“I hope so,” He whispered under his breath, but I’d heard it.

I grinned as we stumbled into each other as we both tried hurrying through the door at the same time. He stepped aside to allow me through, but I shoved him in before me. He looked at me startled, shook his head, and then headed on down the hallway. As usual John had left me in the dust. I spent the next five minutes searching for my class. After asking someone for directions I finally found my live sketching class. I hurried through the door, knowing I was late, and that all eyes were on me. The professor a stout grey haired man sent a disapproving glance my way, but I wasn’t looking at the professor, my eyes were on him, Stuart was in this class. What luck to be in the same class with him and the easel to his left was empty. I strode elegantly to the easel and took my place with the rest of the class. The professor gave an annoyed sigh and then continued with his ignored speech.

Once the lecture was over the Professor Johnson, as he introduced himself, brought in two models and instructed everyone to draw, so he could see who would become true artists and who would be the bohemian wannabes. The models were two female subjects, and they were removing their robes. First day of class and we were already doing nudes. There were a few cat calls and then I heard a familiar shout, “Hey when do we get a little action in the art? Is this it?”

I didn’t have to look for the person who said that. It was a Lennon comment through and through. I leaned back to see John on Stu’s right. He looked at me and waggled his eyes brows. I shook my head, my hair swishing everywhere. Stu couldn’t help stealing glances at me, and I caught him watching me quite often. I guess he thought I was gorgeous. It took all of his concentration to sketch the test subjects. When he finished sketching the models he quickly opened his personal sketch pad to a blank page and began sketching something else.

The professor was now going around individually and looking each drawing. When he got around to John he snorted disapprovingly and made a sharp comment. John gave him the finger behind his back and I bit back the laughter that wanted to escape me. The teacher was now looking over Stu’s shoulder and glanced up at me.

“Nice on the form, but that wasn’t what was assigned Mr. Sutcliffe,” The stout little graying man spoke sharply.

Stu flipped over the paper on his easel, and the professor huffed up and then moved on to me. He looked at my drawing analyzing every detail with a careful well trained eye, and something lit up in his face as he commented, “Very nice Ms. Jordan. Quite an astonishing eye for detail. How impressive, and the proportions are perfect. You even drew in the background. I like the way you think, and the way you see things. Most beginning artists don’t see the entire picture. You’re different though. You may be one of the few here who actually makes it.”

“What makes you think I’m a beginner? I’ve been drawing ever since I could hold a pencil. If you want to be a good authority on art, pull that stick out of your ass and see what everyone has to offer,” I said behind a daring grin.

Everyone in the class was looking at me with shock on their faces, and John was rolling on the floor laughing. Stuart couldn’t suppress his grin and poor Professor Johnson retreated behind his desk for the remainder of class.

As soon as the teacher left I looked over at Stu and whispered, “Why was that arse hole glancing at me when he looked in your notebook?”

His cheeks grew red as he unceremoniously handed me his sketchpad. I looked at and was amazed. He caught this beautiful girl on paper, long dark hair cascading down her back and ending right above her ass, her face was angular with high cheek bones and sultry pouting lips, but the eyes were the most amazing part of the drawing. It drew a person into it, like the girl could see right through you, and as I really took in the whole drawing, I realized, he’d been drawing me.

“It’s a shame I didn’t have pastels, because your eyes are gorgeous. They’re so bright and I’ve never seen golden honey colored eyes before. I’m sorry if this embarrasses you. I won’t show it to anyone if you don’t want me too. Hell hardly anyone is allowed to look at these drawings anyroad,” Stu said hesitantly.

“No, show anyone if you want to. These are amazing,” I continued to whisper as I flipped through his sketchpad, “But how can you see me like that? I don’t look like that. I’m just some average tom boy.”

Stu took the sketchpad out of my hands, his long elegant fingers brushing mine. He blushed again. I looked up and met his gaze, a genuine smile on my face.

“How can you say you’re average? Hell you just out spoke Professor Johnson! Besides you’re beautiful. The perfect subject to draw. Why an artist would be busy all day trying to capture those perfect curves…” He stopped immediately and I could tell he was embarrassed by all that he’d just revealed.

I looked over Stu’s shoulder for just a moment to see John making kissy faces at us. I shot him the finger and he laughed as he started another drawing. Stu and I continued talking, drawing, and exchanging techniques for the rest of that class.

By the end of the day I found that I had three classes with Stuart, and two with Lennon. Lettering class was fun, although John already had a girl pegged as his, halfway through the class. Cynthia Powell the unfortunate girl that had caught John’s fancy. Finally my last class which was lettering was over. John slung his arm over Cynthia’s shoulder as we walked out of the double doors, and I was following close behind them. I dropped my notebook and stooped down to get it. Someone tripped over me, knocking both of us to the floor.

I turned towards the person who’d knocked me down and growled, “Watch where you’re going you cheeky…” and stopped in mid-sentence.

The person I was looking at was Stu, and that was the second time today that we’d knocked each other down, and now it was his turned to pick up my scattered notebooks and the drawing I’d done during my Lettering class when I should have been doing what was assigned. Stu had it in his hands and was studying it critically. Now it was my face that burned bright scarlet. He glanced up at me and then back at the drawing.

“You did this? I saw your work when you were sketching this morning but I had no idea you could capture so much. When did you do this?” He asked, amazement in his voice.

“During Lettering. I was supposed to be helping John with something and I got bored. I just picked up a pencil and my notebook and let my hands take over. It’s nothing really. Just something that wanted to come out,” I replied casually, while trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Me? I was what wanted to come out? This is wonderful. I didn’t know you had such a vivid memory, and the detail. You even drew an easel and you can tell I’m looking at something and concentrating. I never knew anyone could draw like this. It looks so real, like a photograph, only fresher and even better.”

I glanced up to meet his gaze and finally noticed his eyes, they weren’t behind dark sunglasses, or shadowed, I actually saw them, and they were the most gorgeous captivating eyes I’d ever seen, so full of life, and a gentle passion. They were the color of the Mersey on a lovely clear day, a bluish green that made my mind wander. For what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a few minutes, for once in my life I was completely speechless.

“Come on Blake, we have plans don’t we? I thought we were headed to the Jacaranda,” Lennon said as he walked back through the door, alone, a bit of annoyance was evident in his voice, and then his eyes fell on Stu and me. “Ah ha! Well, well, what’ve we got here? Blake got a crush? I thought you were done with men when you nearly kicked Paul off of that double-decker!”

Stu was looking really nervous now. Somehow in the midst of all the action Stu and I had gotten up and were now standing. My left hand was already balling up into a fist. I was fuming as I drew back and let Lennon have it right in the eye. The blow knocked him flat, which surprised, him, Stu, and me. Of course I’d also managed to hurt my hand with all the force I’d put into hitting Lennon.

“What the fuck was that for?!” John yelled from his current position on the floor.

“For being the fucking prick that you are!” I roared back with the same intensity, and then I snatched my things from Stu and stalked off.

After about fifteen minutes of fuming I realized that I was in some unfamiliar territory, the worst part of the docks. I quickened my pace, trying to find my way. A scruffy older looking man with fewer teeth than brains was approaching, until I felt someone’s arm wrap around my shoulder. I was frightened until I heard a gentle familiar voice in my ear.

“Don’t worry luv. It’s just me. Wouldn’t want a nice looking bird like yourself getting into trouble with the likes of that lot,” Stu whispered.

He ended up guiding me to a building that appeared to be falling apart. We walked up a couple of floors and soon we were in a messy flat with paint splattered everywhere, a high ceiling, a small kitchen, a bedroom, and a huge room to the back that was probably his ‘studio’.

Stu looked down at my left hand which was beginning to swell. His eyes met mine for a moment, then he went to the icebox, brought back a horribly improvised ice pack, basically a ragged towel filled with ice, and placed it as gently as possible on my aching hand.

“Christ I never saw a girl hit a guy so hard before. I knew for sure that your hand was busted. You must have had it in for him for a long time. So what is he to you? A boyfriend I presume. You deserve better. You know he flirts with everything in a skirt, I know I’ve seen him ‘round in the pubs,” Stu sounded a bit shocked as he spoke.

“Lennon and me? God what gave you that idea? We’re best mates, he just picked a bad time to make me angry. Besides I’m usually with him when he goes to pubs.”

“Then why is it that I never saw you before?” Stu asked.

“Maybe because I didn’t want to be seen,” I flirted.

He grinned at that and then went to the loo. I couldn’t resist any longer. I had to see what was in that one room with the sheet over the door. I snuck over to it and pulled back the sheet, and I entered a whole other world. There were paintings everywhere. My jaw dropped when I took in my surroundings. It was amazing, but there was one painting in particular that caught my eye. I looked at it and was immediately drawn in. It was a self portrait. The background was a variety of yellows and the boy, Stuart was holding a paint brush in his hand. It looked finished. I loved it immediately. It captured so much of Stuart in it, a kind of sadness, a waiting, and a longing for something just out of his grasp.

I heard a sharp intake of breath and whirled around. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Stu didn’t look very happy. I loved his work but I could tell by his reaction that he didn’t think they were all that great.

“These are brilliant and I love your self portrait. You could sell some of these. Enter them in a few art shows,” My voice barely came out above a whisper.

“I’ve done better. I just haven’t had any inspiration lately,” His voice came out in a husky whisper as he stepped closer to me.

I did the only thing I could think of, because I knew if I let the moment be decided by him he would just back out. I leaned into him and our lips met. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his soft dark hair. His arms wrapped around me desperately, like he’d just found the one thing he’d been waiting for all of his life. That was when it happened. It was something like I’ve never felt before, a very strong connection and it was drawing us together. It was like lightening had struck. The way he was holding me sent shivers up and down my spine and it frightened me, but filled me with excitement at the same time.

When we finally parted we were both breathless. I was fascinated by him, he was everything I hoped for in a man, and he was standing before me. I now wanted him more than anything. He was a dream I never knew I had. Looking into his eyes and seeing a new light in them sent more shivers up my spine. My knees could no longer support me, so Stu was supporting me. Stu could barely support himself and we both somehow ended up on the floor supporting each other.

“Do you feel it?” I whispered.

“You mean it isn’t just me?” was Stu’s bewildered reply.

Our lips met hungrily again. I never wanted this to end. When we parted we fell back to the floor both of us just laughing. His arm was around my shoulder and he drew me closer to him. I rested my head against his chest and looked up at the high rafters in the ceiling. Another fit of giggles came and went then we were just laying there on the floor just happy to know we were there together. His body began to shift a little and somehow I knew something was on his mind.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I was just wondered… Is Blake really your name?”

“Yes, Blake Jordan, is my full name. My dad was American and his name was Blake Jordan, so that’s how I got my name. Of course he married my mum when he found out she was preggers, but he ended up back in the US before I was born. Now with that out of the way, what’s your name Mr. Sutcliffe?” I challenged.

“Oh its too embarrassing,” He groaned.

“It couldn’t be worse than a girl being named after her father!”

“Alright you win. It’s Stuart Fergusson Victor Sutcliffe. There now ye have me. You wouldn’t tell anyone would you?”

“Naw, I’d have ye too easy then!”

That was how the day and well into the night continued. We shared secrets until the wee hours of the morning. We eventually fell asleep right there on the floor, my head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. I dreamed of happy moments that laid ahead, and of an adorable little boy that looked exactly like Stu and called me mummy.

I awoke the next morning to a wonderful kiss. I didn’t care about morning breath as the kiss escalated. He got up and then helped me up. I was feeling really good, and then I realized that we had to be at school. Stu was watching me panicking and began laughing.

“What am I going to wear?” I groaned frantically.

“You do realize we have a full hour before school. I woke up early. If you want you could borrow some of my things, if you can find anything clean. I’ll fix some eggs while you get ready,” He murmured in between kisses.

I managed to find some clean things and I had to wear the pants from yesterday, but I didn’t mind. I would just have to borrow one of Stu’s shirts and a pair of socks. I hopped into the shower and took a quickie. I noticed a shadow on the other side of the curtain, but I didn’t think much of it. When I rinsed off, after getting soap in my eyes and swearing like a sailor, I dried off and got dressed. I walked into the kitchen and noticed Stu blushing and trying to keep from laughing, until finally he could suppress the giggles no more.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” I murmured grumpily, since my eyes still burned from the soap.

He finally managed to control his laughing long enough to say, “Have you ever thought about posing. I’d love to draw you. Oh by the way I love that nice birth mark on your arse.”

“You nasty little bugger, why I ought to thump you a good one!” I shrieked.

“It’s very lovely though. I find it to be very fetching. You really should pose. I’d love to paint you,” He continued on a more serious note.

“You’re just trying to get into me knickers,” I shot back playfully.

“I’d settle for your heart first,” He replied as he kissed me, and then playfully pinched my ass.

“Well since we’re on the note of painting, would you be willing to pose for me,” I said throatily in my usual deep voice. John said my voice was my weapon because it was nice, deep, and sultry.

“I’d be more than willing. Now let’s eat!” Stu said.

After that happy note we sat down and ate slightly runny eggs and had a glass of milk. Stu kept stealing glances at me as he choked down those horrible eggs. I just grinned and beared the cooking. Not everyone could be ‘artistic’ with food. Once breakfast was over and done with, much to the relief of my stomach, we gathered our things and began the walk to school.

We were nearing the school when John fell into step with us. I groaned, not really knowing what to expect. My hand instinctively slipped into Stu’s and I gently squeezed him a warning, in hopes that he would expect the unexpected.

“You ‘ad yer mum worried sick. She even called Mimi, to see if you were with me. Christ Blake…” He stopped in mid-sentance when he noticed my hand entwined with Stu’s, and continued, “You don’t look any different. Usually I’m a good judge at this sort a thing. You let that bloke pluck ya didn’t you? Bloody hell you’re even wearing his wardrobe!”

“You fucking wanker! I did not!” I raged indignantly.

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern anyroad. What we do is our business, and I didn’t pluck her. She’s only wearing my shirt because she didn’t have anything else. Now back off, mate,” Stu said in my defense.

“Oh, look Blake, your boyfriend’s rather princely at that. Bet he helps clean ya up afterward,” John smirked.

I nearly jumped him but Stu was holding me back. John quickly sprinted away while Stu was trying to calm me down. It wasn’t working well. I wanted to punch Lennon through the thickest brick wall I could find. When I was still raging Stu gripped my chin firmly, and kissed me into submission. What else could I do with his warm lips pressed against mine, except give in?

We walked into class together and Professor Johnson looked our way. I gave him the finger and he looked indignant. I smiled back cheerily. John kept making kisses faces at us. I balled up a fist and pointed my left eye to indicate that I would take care of that one too, if he pushed me. He quieted down after that. He knew the damage I could cause.

Another day of school passed by uneventfully, until the last class when Cynthia slapped John. He’d been asking for it the whole class. Whatever he’d said to her must have really gotten to her, because she let him have a good one. John ended up rubbing his left cheek for the rest of class, and I had a happy smirk on my face.

Stu, John and I ended up at the Jacaranda. The mystery of what John had told Cyn to set her off was solved.

“All I did was tell her that she had a nice ass and I wouldn’t mind hopping into her knickers every once and awhile. I thought I was giving her compliments. The things I was telling her should have been better than giving her flowers,” John said bewildered, and that came out after several rounds.

Stu looked horrified after John said that and replied with, “No wonder she decked ya. You bloody well deserved it. Besides Cyn is engaged!”

After a few more rounds John was completely pissed. Stu and I had only had a couple of rounds, but of course John ordered round after round. Stu and I ended up carting his ass onto a bus and dragging him home. Mimi answered the door when I knocked and she frowned at John’s current condition, and it was no surprise that she continued to frown at me. She didn’t like the way I dressed and didn’t think I was acting like a proper young lady should. I hated having to sit through one of her lectures, and she took one look at Stu and her lips were set firm and tight. He obviously wasn’t to her liking.

We had to carry him upstairs to his room and then we dropped him unceremoniously onto the bed and I removed his shoes. We were about to leave when something caught my eye. It was John’s notebook where he kept all of his private drawings. I flipped through some of the pages until I came upon one page that I just couldn’t turn. It must have been what John had been drawing yesterday during Live Sketching. It was amazing how he got it to be so detailed. He’d drawn Stu and I only we were kissing in the drawing. I was impressed. I knew John had it in him to draw really well, but this was the first time I’d seen him really commit himself to a drawing. Stu was looking over my shoulder and he was very impressed by it too.

“I didn’t know he was psychic,” Stu whispered.

“He’s not psychic, he’s just part dog and part asshole,” I said flatly.

After we left Mendips we walked next door to my house. Mum was sitting on the sofa waiting for me when I unlocked the door and entered the house with Stu following my lead. My mum jumped up from the sofa and ran to me, and hugged me like I’d been gone for years. Once she was sure that I was standing before her she looked at Stu. Stu appeared to be a bit uncomfortable under my mum’s scrutinizing eye, but then she softened up and swept him into a strong bear hug.

“Oh Blake, luv, he’s adorable. How’d ya meet him. I was losing all hope after I heard what you did to Paul. I knew there’d be a man that would catch your fancy, and put up with you. I thought you’d end up with John with the way you treated everybody else, but I see now that you’ve found a very striking man to take John’s place,” My mum said cheerfully.

I was blushing furiously and Stu was grinning like a mad hatter. We sat down on the sofa and my mum took a rocking chair. Stu took my hand and we had a nice chat about things. Mum absolutely adored Stu. He was very polite, and wonderful.

“Well Mrs. Jordan, I just kept running into your daughter yesterday and after she socked John she took off in a huff and I went after her before she could cause any more trouble. She ended up staying with me last night, but let me assure that unlike John, my intentions are honorable,” Stu answered quietly, but surely.

I smiled happily and my mum was very pleased with his answer. We talked for a very long time. By the time we were done talking we’d had dinner and it was well past dark, and this time Stu was staying the night with me. Mum would finally get to use her guestroom, and she was thrilled by that. Stu was a little shaky on that, but he settled for the spare room, especially considering the location of his flat and how dangerous it was to be walking around that area of Liverpool at night.

Mum was the first off to bed, and that left Stu and me to talk in the sitting room. Oh and talk we did. We were sitting on the couch just talking and laughing about anything and everything. His hair kept falling into his eyes and it was driving me crazy as he kept pushing it back. When it fell in his face again, I pushed it back for him and then leaned over and kissed him. He leaned into me and soon he had me lying back on the couch with him over me, and kissing me.

When I came to my senses and realized that my mum was upstairs I pushed him back and although he was a bit disappointed that the kiss had ended he understood. He’d been given the tour so he knew where the lavatories were, and where the guestroom was. I went to my room and found a light cotton night gown and my favorite robe, a nice comfortable dark blue one. I walked into the loo only to discover Stu using the toilet. I blushed and turned around quickly. He was blushing as he came out, and then he began to laugh when he noticed what I was wearing.

“What?” I asked as my cheeks began to cool down.

“I just never thought I’d see you in a night gown. I figured you for a t-shirt and boxer girl,” He grinned.

“You keep this up Stuart Fergusson Victor Sutcliffe and I’ll sock you good!” I scolded.

Stu grimaced at the mention of his full name. I smiled in triumph knowing that I’d won yet again. I leaned up and kissed his forehead then hit him on the ass as I told him, “Now hit those sheets before I come by for inspection governor!”

“Aye, aye, chief,” He saluted smartly then took off for my room, not the guestroom.

I sighed in frustration. If this kept up it was going to be a long night. Not that I minded too much. Once I was done in the loo I took off for my room and found that the covers were at the foot of the bed and Stu was laying there bare chested and in his boxers, his arms were wide open.

“You can have me!” He whispered dramatically.

“What makes you think I want you?” I teased.

“Because I’m handsome and there’s this little boy that wants to jump out of me every time I see you!” He answered.

I laughed as I jumped him. He let out an oof as I landed on him. I had him straddled below me and I had my hands holding his arms down. He grinned at the position then we leaned simultaneously into each other and our lips met fiercely. I let his arms go and then I was wrapped up in a strong embrace. We rolled over and soon he was on top of me. When we parted we were giggling like naughty school children.

He began to nuzzle and kiss down my throat, and a moan escaped my lips. He looked up and kissed my lips again. His hand was now working its way under my night gown. I knew what was building up and I certainly knew I wasn’t ready for that yet. I managed to get control of my hands and I stopped his hand before I lost control. His hands were already beginning an inferno in my body everywhere he touched me, and if it continued that way I’d reach the point of no return before he did.

“You’re a wonderful person, but I just met you a couple of days ago. Everything’s happening all at once, and it feels so good, but I’m so confused. I don’t want to hurt your feelings because I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life, but this is so fast,” I said between ragged shaky breaths.

“You’re probably right, and to be perfectly honest, I’ve never been that far. I mean sure I’ve had that before, but with you its different. You make it new for me. Hell everything is emotion and passion, and I’ve never felt anything like this, except when I’m here with you. You probably think I’m crazy, and if a guy heard me say that he’d think I was queer. Hell I don’t know what I am, except that I’m crazy about you,” He whispered and kissed me lightly on the nose.

He rolled off of me and onto his back. His arm found its way to my shoulder and I was being drawn closer to him. My head was soon resting on his bare chest. He took a deep breath and sighed. I turned my face to look up at him and I noticed that he was looking down at me.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

“About you and how wonderful it was that we were brought together,” He sighed again.

“It’s rather amazing at that. Before you I thought I’d never find someone. Most men prefer the common house wife. I was pretty hopeless for awhile, because its obvious I’m far from common, but what can you expect from someone who grew up with Lennon?” I said.

“I expect to fall madly in love! What more is there with you? You’re amazing. You put up with John, tell off professors, and you’ve a heart of gold. I know it’s in there somewhere,” He smiled.

We spent the rest of the night wrapped blissfully in each others arms. He was right I was falling madly for him. How could I resist. He was handsome, kind, gentle, caring, and looked like an adorable little boy when he slept. He was sleeping now. I gathered the covers around us and gently kissed him. He stirred, but didn’t wake up. I settled back down beside him, and I too soon found dream land, where a little boy with Stu’s features and blue green eyes stared up at me wistfully.