The One

Should we?

Tom

"I think we should do it," Sally muttered, as she layed on her back, staring at the exposed beams holding up the bedroom ceiling. "It usually takes you longer than that, but I'm not complaining," Tom replied, and he removed his head from between her legs and surfaced from beneath the blanket. His hand moved toward the bedside cabinet where she kept their toys.

"Not 'it' as in sex," Sally said. "I think we should do the Match your DNA test." Tom maneuvered himself back to his side of the bed. "Way to kill the moment, babe."
"Sorry."
"Why now? Before Samara and Lou rocked up for dinner and started talking about it, you were sure we didn't need to do it."
"Oh, baby, I still am," she said, her fingers playing with the hairs on his chest as if to reassure him. "But like Samara says, it'll give us a bit of added security, just to know. To really know."

Bloody Samara, Tom thought, but he didnt complain outloud. "Are you sure this isn't your way of telling me you have pre-wedding jitters?"
"Of course not, silly," Sally pulled his head down to kiss it. "But you know what I'm like. Your parents have been together since the Dark Ages, while my mum's been married three times, and my dad is on his fourth wife. They're both always searching for something they dont have, and I really dont want to end like them. I want to know that, at least biologically, we stand a chance."

"What if it turns out our DNA doesnt Match?"
"Then we'll be mindful that maybe we'll need to put more effort in our relationship. Like John Lennon said, 'All you need is Love.'"
"Yes, but he also said, 'I am the Walrus,' so let's not hold too much credence to his pearls of wisdom."
"So you'll do it?" She gave him a imploring look. Tom couldnt say no to those puppy-dog eyes. "If it makes you happy, then yes, I'll do it. Now can I go back to doing something else that makes you happy?" Sally caught a flash of his smile before Tom's head disappeared back beneath the blanket and between her legs.