Logan eyed them, then looked at Bette, shaking his head, smiling ruefully, "Is it my lot in life to be amongst striking, beautiful couples who are head-over-heels in love?"

Martin and Sandrine drew apart, laughing slightly, as they extended their hands towards Logan to greet him.  Martin introduced Sandrine, then himself.

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The foursome sat on cushions in the second floor studio of the duplex, arranged in a loose circle, facing the glass doors that led out to the terrace.   They were relaxing after the dinner that Bette had quickly whipped up, and that they had each enjoyed playing a role in preparing.

Martin and Logan were sipping on the cappuccino that Bette had prepared for three of them.  She had left the group after bringing the cappuccino over, and had put Angelica to sleep.  She’d returned to the studio, bringing a cup of tea for Sandrine.  She was handing the cup of tea to Sandrine while Martin continued talking, "… and Sandrine and I married really, really young.  She was eighteen and I was just twenty one."

Logan raised an eyebrow, "Wow!  That would be unheard of today, I would think."

Sandrine laughed, "Oui…. and we are now just having our second baby. It took us over ten years to decide on a second one … but hey!"

Bette sat down next to Logan.  She mouthed her thanks to him again for bringing a bag of the croissant-doughnut combination desserts, which were as big a hit with Martin and Sandrine as they were with Bette.  He smiled, and urged her to rest her head on his shoulder as she sat back.

"Well I hope we don’t take as long to decide on a second baby!," Bette said drily.  Logan chuckled, and drew his arm up, then laid it behind her as she leaned back on him while she took a sip from her cappuccino.

Martin and Sandrine observed them smiling.  "You are very comfortable with each other," Sandrine commented with a smile.  Martin looked sideways at her, "You’re the same with Lucien."

Sandrine nodded her head, "I have to admit that is true…. hmmm…. maybe that’s why he can’t seem to find a proper girl.  He’s always holding my hand, and likes to kiss the top of my head when we walk.  People may be getting the wrong impression…"