Miranda expresses surprise

"Please," said Miranda when they were done kissing, holding the biggest smile on her face. "Please tell me how you're still such a good kisser?"

"Well, I think I'm only as good as the woman that I'm with," said Michael.

"Oh, you are smooth," giggled Miranda.

"But honestly, I don't want you to get the wrong impression," smiled Michael. "After all, I'm here to make things right with you."

"I think you've made them more than right," said Miranda.

"You have no idea how much that means to me," said Michael. He held Miranda's hand and lovingly caressed it. "But still... the way I hurt you once... anyways, now that I've been absolved... maybe we should talk about something else?"

"Well, shoot," said Miranda.

"You mentioned you and your husband never had kids?" asked Michael.

"Well, we still might," she said. "Honestly, things never really just worked out that way. We both want them, but something or another always seemed to come up. Maybe we still will, maybe we won't."

"Well, if it's fertility problems, I can recommend you to an amazing doctor in Boston," said Michael. "He's got women in their fifties having babies off of their own eggs."

"I'm not that old yet, Michael!" laughed Miranda.

"But hey, you told me you took in your sister's son?" inquired Michael.

"Yeah, Jack," she smiled. "He's a good boy. He's great at football and honestly, he reminds me a lot of you."

"Just make sure he's not a heartbreaker," said Michael and his watch beeped. He looked down at it. "Hey, Miranda. I've got to go back to my hotel. Should I drop you off? Or do you want a coffee?"