Michaela smiled slowly and then she put her cup to the side so she could lean in and capture Art's lips slowly in a kiss. Then she reached up to rub her thumb on his lower lip for a second, before leaning her forehead against his. "Thank you," she said softly, "for seeing me. And for being here." For most of her life, the only person she could ever depend on to be there when she needed, was Daniel. Now she had her father back, she had Art, hell, she had Iestyn too. Things were so good now.