Mrs. All American

1. The Move

"Ad, can you help me?" I heard my husband, Evan, call me from the other room.

"Give me a minute," I shouted back. I finished tucking things into the box in front of me and sealed it shut with tape.

I walked out of our bedroom into the kitchen where Evan was attempting at wrapping up dishes. I stood in the doorway, admiring the sight in front of me.

Evan is in fact a very attractive person, and I'm not just saying that because I'm married to him.

His tall figure was hunched over the box in front of him. His dark brown hair was messy and sticking out in all directions, my eyes traced down his face to his thick eyebrows. They were drawn together in concentration right above his eyes. His blue eyes were watching his hands every move.

How had I gotten so lucky? It seemed as though just yesterday was the day I had run into him. Literally run into him. That's how we met, I had run head-first into his chest.

We had attended the same high school, but Evan was two years older than me. We had never talked to--or even noticed--each other until that day. I had had my head down, with both earbuds in. I turned the corner the same time he did and we crashed. Being the clumsy person I am, I flew backwards onto my butt. Evan had offered me a hand, and that's how we met.

Fantastic story to tell our kids, right? No, that's like the lamest story ever. Our poor children will have average parents.

I sighed in this realization.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." Evan's deep voice interrupted my thoughts.

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him. He just chuckled.

"You were staring at me," he smiled, "I mean, you are my wife so you live with me and get to see me all the time. So I don't know why you're staring." I rolled my eyes, Evan was ridiculous.

"What did you need help with?" I asked.

"Oh," Evan turned back to the dishes in front of him, "I can't wrap the paper around these correctly."

"Really?" I laughed at him, "That's what you needed me for?"

"Yeah," Evan admitted, "you try it! The paper doesn't fit very well!" Evan seemed frustrated.

It was then that I noticed the crumpled brown paper around him, it was everywhere. On the counter, the floor, and even on the dining room table.

"Okay," I smiled, "buuuuuuut..."

"Oh no, I'm going to owe you something. Aren't I?" Evan frowned.

"You know me so well," I grinned.

"But that's not fair! You're the reason we're moving, is that not enough?" Evan whined. He sounded like a child.

"Just because I want to move to Adelaide--the city I'm named after--doesn't mean we have to!" I argued.

"Just help me, please." Evan pleaded, pulling a puppy dog face.

"Fine," I gave in.

"I love you." He walked over to me grinning.

"I love you too." I smiled back. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my temple.