Perfect

He wasn't perfect. That was all one could really say; he wasn't perfect, not anywhere close. But she loved him anyways. She loved his calloused hands and his hair that never laid flat. She loved the way he shot her a goofy grin from across the room, just because. She loved his wide, curious eyes, even though that curiosity had gotten him in trouble on more than one occasion. But no, he was by no means perfect. He had managed to fudge up nearly everything along the way. It had taken him years to get up the courage to ask her on a proper date. And she had been the one to really initiate things. But she didn't mind. She knew he was romantic and daring, in his own, strange way and it was okay with her that he didn't always show it.

Their life, the way it was that day, was perfect, in her opinion and in his. They had everything they could have ever wished for … each other. She had thought, for a long time, that she had lost him. He thought he'd lost himself too … but he hadn't. They'd survived it all … together. And now, she was walking over to him to tell him that she was pregnant … something that wasn't supposed to be able to happen. She was supposed to have scarred tissue from the war … but, like so many things in their relationship, the baby girl inside of her had, apparently, defied all odds.

He'd be ecstatic. He'd take her face in his calloused hands, look at her with those deep, sparkling green eyes, and give her that goofy grin. He'd tell her how much he loved her and she'd tell him the same. They would continue on, living their happy lives, growing old together. They'd watch their children grow up and have children of their own and still be loving each other just as much as they ever did, till the day they died. His hair would never lay flat and his hands would always be calloused. He would always give her that goofy grin and his eyes would always sparkle with curiosity. She had fallen in love with him the day she met him and she would always love him for everything he was … and everything he wasn't.

A/N: Okay, that was short and completely pointless, but I had to get it out of my system. Review, please!