Jenny from the block

Jim took a long look at the house in front of him. It seemed very different moving from the smaller house in the city but being out in the suburbs, close to work for the two of them and closer to some good schools and doctors, it was a nice change of pace and the fact that it was nearly 50% bigger floor space and yard to play in, James and Jim had jumped at the chance to move in.

James, for his part, was busy moving in some boxes with his brother who had pitched in to help as well as Jim's brother in law who also had come down to help, leaving Tara and his sister in law, Heather, to help him fiddle with Angela who, at 2 years old, was busily playing with her cousins and being completely oblivious to the grown ups around her. While the men were busy moving things around, Jim and the women were sorting through the kitchen and getting things squared away. "I don't miss that at all," Tara muttered and when Jim looked back at his sister, she pointed at the mess of a living room. "We moved twice already, I can't imagine moving a third time."

Heather laughed and shrugged. "Well, it's my living so I gotta put up with it."

Jim laughed along with the other two and after a few hours, and some drinks and pizza, they managed to get the majority of the kitchen set up. The men were finishing up moving in the beds and couches, setting up the tables and TV, and by the evening, when everyone had left and the house was just theirs, Jim and James were completely and utterly exhausted. Jim just quietly set Angela down in her toddler bed and turned on the night light before he turned on the monitor and closed the door and moved to the bedroom. James was already sitting up in bed and looked over at him when he entered. "Man, I'm going to hurt all over..."

Jim nodded and walked to the bathroom. By the time he was done, he could hear James snoring in the room and within moments of his head hitting the pillow, Jim was knocked out cold too.

***

The next morning, while his husband lay sleeping and Angela was fast asleep, Jim glanced at the quiz next to him. There was only one last page on there, one last question, and he felt a little bit sad that it was over, though he wondered mentally why he would be sad over a quiz. Wasn't it just one of those silly personality quizzes?

21.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT WOULD YOUR NAME BE?

He looked over at James and grinned again before he picked up his pen. My name would be Jennifer Andrea Watson, formerly Carter. I am the wife of James Peter Watson and the mother of Angela Marie Watson. Jim slipped the pen back onto the table and placed the quiz, now completed, into the drawer on his side and slowly slipped out of bed to look and watch the sunrise. It took him a few moments to realize that his movements had woken someone up and it was only when he heard the snap of a camera phone taking a picture did he realize James was awake as well.

"Hey babe, why don't you come back to bed?" James called out with a smile.

Jennifer smiled back and undid the final buttons on her shirt and let it slip to the floor before she slowly sauntered over to her husband. "I love you, Mr. Watson."

He kissed her on the lips. "I love you, Mrs. Watson."