Gemma Lyon, 36, Leicester
Spotting a familiar face across the bar, I walked over.
It was December 2010, and for months now, I’d been bumping into Alex, then 22, on nights out.
Tall, dark and handsome, Alex was three years younger than me, with a cheeky, flirtatious personality.
There was no denying the spark between us.
This time, flirting turned into a first date in a little bar, chatting for hours, then more dates.
Then love.
I had a daughter Bella, then 3, from a previous relationship, and Alex understood early on that we came as a package.
Only, they quickly formed a close bond, too.
Alex threw himself into being the best stepdad, and within months of dating we found a flat together.
As Bella grew, they became even…
