They were each so very special - her men, her family. Chris, who had worried people would think him odd for running about with a teenaged girl (she often reminded him they’d think it odder that she was actually rather old and from another planet). David, who’d been like some daft puppy, bouncing happily from one new discovery to the next, always insatiable but always loyal, right back at her side when he was needed. And Matthew, lovely, serious Matthew, who’d stood by for nearly a year while she was locked away in that silly fob watch.
They were not the first, nor would they be the last - but they were, she was certain, the very, very best.