He was perfect.
She bit her lip as she watched him working. She shouldn't be watching, but she can't help it.
He's perfect. She feels the balance shifting. The balance at the core of her is changing.
The balance has always been centred around seven and her.
Now it's centred about one above all others.
And she's not sure how she feels about it.
Doesn't stop her looking.
Or wondering.
She was special.
.
He's watching and he was trying very hard not to. Furtive glances.
He's not sure when feelings started to change.
He's not sure why they started to change.
And he's not sure how he feels about it.
Doesn't stop him looking.
Or wondering.
.
Slight blushes when their eyes met.
Blushes when their fingers brush across each other.
Finding themselves in the same place more often than they should.
Side glances from an older brother.
Sniggers from younger brothers.
Warm smiles from a Grandmother.
.
Older brother working with grandma meant suddenly the two were doing more together.
More time to look.
More time to learn.
More time to grow.
.
More time for love.
More time to realise how special they are to each other.
.
The first kiss was surprising, abrupt, unplanned.
They hurt their noses.
And laughed.
.
The second was planned a little better.
It was good.
The second was better.
The third…well.
.
Time passed.
.
Feelings grew.
Preparation was made.
Things were bought.
.
A question was asked.
An answer was given.
.
Smiles.
Laughter.
.
A dress.
A suit.
A day.
.
A couple.
A special couple.
.
A celebration.
A party.
.
Eight months.
An extra-special person.