Chandler couldn’t think of anything they had in common. He couldn’t even remember why they started dating. He couldn’t remember when they started dating. Early high school? A school dance or something. She’d asked him to dance, and he’d been too chicken to say no, and they spent the next twenty minutes swaying back and forth while she talked. Nonstop. And then she kissed him. And laid her head on his shoulder. And held his hand for the next five years until he finally asked her to marry him.
And then he figured out how fun marriage was and wondered why they hadn’t gotten married sooner, or at the very least compromised their virtue and hopped in the backseat of his rusty hand-me-down Buick sedan. And then he got fired from his job because he didn’t show up for work because he didn’t want to get out of bed long enough to get dressed.
And then Janette got pregnant.
That woke Chandler up real fast. He begged for his job back, knowing he’d soon have to support a family. She started puking twenty-four-seven and didn’t want to have sex anymore so there was no reason to stay home anyway.
He was almost done with college by then and did his student teaching during the year she was nursing Asher. Then he graduated college and to celebrate they got pregnant for Blayke. Oops. Forgot that’s what happens when you have sex again for the first time in two years.
Puking again for nine months. Nursing again for a year. Vasectomy. Janette went back to college. Janette graduated. Chandler was thankful for the vasectomy. The rest of the past twenty years was kind of a blur.
He looked over at his wife with raised eyebrows and a slack jaw.
What did they have in common?
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Janette remembered fondly all the things they used to have in common. She remembered the day she saw Chandler for the first time when the junior varsity football team was introduced at the homecoming assembly during their sophomore year of high school. He was tall and gangly and had acne and freckles and scraggly hair and he was the most handsome boy she’d ever seen in her entire life.
She saw their future flash before her eyes. Prom and wedding and babies and growing old together. She wanted it all. And she wanted it all with Chandler Morgan. The hottest guy in the sophomore class. It took her four months to finally get up the courage to ask him to dance with her during the Valentine’s dance at school. Her friends had been teasing her about him relentlessly.
He had never noticed her before. Obviously, or he would have asked her out by then. Once they were on the dance floor together, they were inseparable. He kissed her for the first time that night and she swooned. All her dreams were coming true. They were the golden couple through the rest of high school.
His eyes never strayed from hers and her eyes never strayed from his and even though he’d made some cheesy commitment to avoid sex until marriage, she knew he wanted her. If he had been willing, she would have jumped in the backseat of his old rusty Buick with the snap of his fingers.
They probably would have gotten pregnant a lot younger if they had. They got pregnant within a year after getting married as it was because he couldn’t keep his hands off her. He even lost a job because he didn’t get out of bed for so many days during that first year. Thankfully his boss took pity on him when they found out she was pregnant, and he got his job back. They would have had a really hard time paying for diapers otherwise.
Chandler was the best dad ever. He loved baby Asher and he understood completely that she wanted to nurse her babies for at least a year each. He never put any pressure on her to be intimate during that whole time. Not that she wouldn’t have. She totally would have. But he was insistent. Her body belonged to the baby. And he was fine with that. He told her that he could be patient.
Until his college graduation. Oh boy did they celebrate. A few weeks later they remembered what happens nine months after a night of celebration. And he was so good to her that whole nine months, taking care of Asher because she had such bad morning sickness.
And then they welcomed darling Blayke into the world and she was daddy’s little girl. Chandler was in heaven. He had a little boy and a little girl. What more could a dad want?
The next twenty years was a blur of love and happiness raising their children.
Janette looked over at Chandler and saw the moment he remembered how much they had in common because his eyebrows went up and his jaw dropped.
She reached over and pressed her lips to his, thankful he remembered.