"Hey, Grampa, look, those men are holding hands!" Chris heard the voice of the little boy and froze inside. He was at the café with his husband, and usually, they didn't share any tenderness in public, but today was their wedding annuary, and so he had grasped Nicolas' hand and squeezed it a little. "Well, Tommy, seems they like each other", the bulky man answered and looked up to the kid on his shoulders, and Chris relaxed. "Don't you see them rings? They're married to each other. Your mom and dad like each other, too." "Men can marry each other?", the boy asked, flabbergasted. His grandfather chuckled. "Oh, yes. And women can marry each other, too. Why shouldn't they? As long as there is true love, there should be no boundaries." "Does that mean I could marry Jimmy from next door? I like him very much, he is my best friend." "When you and Jimmy ar both at least eighteen years old, and Jimmy wants to marry you too, you can marry him." Just in this moment, a young couple came along, laughing. They were holding hands and giggling, and suddenly, the boy took the other hand of the girl and swung her around. "Two weeks, two weeks!", they sang. Well, it seemed love was int he air. Chris smiled at Nicolas.