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"Why did I marry you again?" Janel asked as she held the door for her husband. They were in the middle of another of their usual sarcastic bantering dialogues. Which seemed to happen every day.
"Because I'm ridiculously good-looking," Tom replied, pretending to preen for a moment as he shifted his weight and carried the last box into the apartment. He settled it next to the others. "Okay, I think that's the last one," he said. They'd agreed to keep most of their stuff in storage as it arrived from Fort Myers, so as not to overrun her uncle's apartment with what had been the contents of a cute little tract home.
Janel nodded, slipping up behind him and wrapping her arms around her husband's waist. "I didn't realize we owned so much stuff," she admitted, laughing as she nuzzled him gently.
"I think it comes with settling down and turning into old married people," he commented wryly.
"Hey, speak for yourself, I'm barely past thirty," she replied. There was a bit of an age difference between them - seven years to be specific - but that had never bothered them. They loved the hell out of each other even if they had very strange ways of showing it. Like snarking at each other all the time. Tom pretended to look wounded. His wife laughed softly and kissed his cheek gently. "Thank you for being willing to do this with me," she said.
"Aw, don't mention it." He smiled back at her. "As long as I've known you, you've been talking about this. It's not like this was a surprise to me. And hey, it will be good to get a new start. New opportunities. If we'd moved to Utah with my family, you'd be beating your head into the wall, and the interior design would not be this good."
Janel laughed out loud at that. "Remy's got the best taste of anyone I know," she said as she let him go and moved to decide which of the boxes they should start unpacking first. "How do you think I look this good? I've had a lifetime of proper training."
Tom chuckled. "Remind me to thank him. For the sixtieth time," he agreed, rolling up his sleeves to help her. He was genuinely excited about the opportunity, and glad to see his wife getting what she had always wanted. He knew that she adored her uncle, more like a sibling to her than anything else. Truth be told he liked the guy too. Had ever since they'd met, once Tom had convinced him that he wasn't going to break Janel's heart.
Here they were, five years later, and everything could not be more perfect.
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