A/N: Dedicated to Crevan, the love of my life. Unbeta'd, sorry. Sara's POV
There's no easy way to bring this, but Gil is no longer the only man in my life.
I met the man of my dreams three weeks ago, and I've hardly left his side since.
He has the most wonderful dark and mysterious eyes, in which I can get lost for an indefinite amount of time.
He heard the story about my parents for the first time five days after we met. I cried, I cried harder than I had when I told Gil. And the new man in my life didn't say anything, he just looked at me and gave me comfort.
I can talk to him for hours at a time. About my hopes, my dreams, my fears. I tell him all about my job, about moving to Vegas, about Gil. He listens to anything I have to say and drinks in any word.
Promises of tours, of showing him Vegas. Fremont street, the casinos. There's so much I can teach him, and so much he can teach me.
He snuggles up against me in the middle of the night, his warm body against mine. I feel complete when he's by my side, and strangely incomplete when he isn't.
Gil knows about this new found love, and I don't think he minds. He never complains about being second best.
And still every time I look at my new found love, my breath catches in my throat.
All I can do is just watch him move, listen to him breathe. So alive.
My son.