"What do you think about this one?" Brooke suggested excitedly picking up a forest green block of sample marble countertop. The couple was in the process of remodeling their kitchen and had decided to take a little trip to the local Home Depot.

"I like this one better," Ryan said. He pointed to a charcoal colored faux granite sampling.

"That's too boring. It has to be fun!" Brooke exclaimed.

"This is not working," Ryan laughed.

"It would work if you just agreed with whatever I wanted like a good husband would," Brooke giggled setting the piece of marble back into its respective place. "Ooh what about this one."

Her eyes lit up as she walked over to the life-sized display of a kitchen. Grazing her hand over the cobalt blue tile countertop, she gave Ryan a pleading look.

"I like that one a lot," he agreed with her. "It looks really nice."

"That's my man," she laughed mussing up his brunette hair. "See it works out best when you agree with me because it goes a lot quicker and it will make me love you a lot more."

"Well of course I would love to say we are only ordering this kitchen décor because I want to make you happy. But I actually like it too."

The pair made their way to the nearest employee. After getting everything taken care of, ordering, paying, all that good stuff, Ryan and Brooke were free to do whatever they desired with the rest of their afternoon.

"I think we should go to a movie," Brooke blurted out spooning a heaping spoonful of ice cream and hot fudge into her mouth.

"Oh you do huh?" Ryan said pulling the Escalade out of the drive through of Dairy Queen.

"Yes Mr. I do," she said.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. There has to be something good at the movies this week. Come on we have a whole afternoon to waste. Might as well make the most of it."

"Whatever you say," Ryan said playfully rolling his eyes at his fiancé causing her to use the back of her hand to slap him in the arm.

"Oww," he said grabbing the place where he had just been socked. "You sure you want to go to a movie today?"

"Yes! I haven't been to a movie in like forever," Brooke began. "The big screen, and the buttery popcorn, and the make out seats way in the back. It's the perfect place to be!"

Ryan laughed turning the corner into the cinema parking lot located right across the highway from the fast food restaurant they had just left.

After pulling into a nearby parking spot, the couple hurried inside to get a quick look at the different movies that were playing.

"I think we should see Jarhead," Ryan said as he scanned the list of movies and show times posted above the ticket counter.

"No way!" Brooke exaggerated. "If you think I'm seeing a war movie you are freaking crazy."

"Oh come on it won't be that bad," Ryan begged.

"On the other hand," Brooke thought aloud. "Jake Gyllenhaal is in that right? He's a hottie."

"Never mind," Ryan cut in quickly. "You pick a movie."

"Oooh yay!" Brooke squealed. "What about that movie Prime? There is a guy in there that looks exactly like my friend Peyton's husband."

"Chick Flick?" Ryan asked knowing the answer he was going to get.

"Most likely," Brooke giggled.

"No," he said quickly.

"Humph," she groaned. "Oh I know!"

"What?" he asked.

"Chicken Little!" she guffawed.

Ryan looked at her as if she had just puked all over herself.

"You have got to be kidding me," he replied in a monotone voice.

"No silly we should go to it," she giggled.

"There is no way I will let you drag me into a G rated movie for little kids."

"Oh come on babe," she pleaded. "You might as well get used to it because one day you'll be taking our little rugrats to these kind of movies."

"True," Ryan smiled genuinely. He hadn't thought of it like that. He stared at the gorgeous brunette, her eyes twinkling and dimples evident. She was beautiful and he couldn't wait to have a child with her.

"So can we go?" she asked.

"Sure," he answered reluctantly.

"Thank you," she smiled. "Two for Chicken Little please."

Ryan felt his cheeks blush as the receptionist at the booth looked at them like they were freaks.

"You know you are the only person I would ever do this for right?" he asked her making sure she knew that this was the first and last time he would ever go to a children's movie with somebody who wasn't a child.

"Yes and that shows how much you love me," Brooke grinned pecking Ryan on the cheek.

He slid a twenty dollar bill under the Plexiglas window that blocked the cinema employee from the moviegoers and she gave them their tickets.

"Thanks," she said in a chipper voice grabbing Ryan's hand and leading him into the theater lobby where the smell of popcorn filled the air.

"Did you see the way that girl at the ticket booth looked at us?" Ryan asked. "She looked like she though we were like high or something considering were about to watch the wonderful Chicken Little."

"Oh honey, who care's what she thinks?" Brooke said. "And besides she has no room to talk. I mean, if you are going to buy liquid eyeliner, learn how to apply it. And ever heard of waterproof mascara? She looks like a freaking raccoon."

"That's not very nice of you," Ryan chuckled. "Don't judge…"

"I know, I know," Brooke cut him off. "Don't judge a book by its cover." She rolled her eyes lightly. "Now let's get some popcorn. Oh and they have an Icee machine. Oh I haven't had a cherry coke Icee in years."

"I take that back," Ryan said.

"Take what back?" Brooke asked as she merrily skipped over to the concessions.

"That I can't believe I'm going to a children's movie with somebody my own age."

"I knew you'd come around," Brooke smiled.

"Oh I don't mean it like that," Ryan said. "I mean I actually am going to a children's movie with a child. I'm going with you. And as of right now you qualify as a child."

"Oh you just shut your cute little mouth," she said gaily. "You know deep down in your heart you're a kid just like me. And I bet deep down your happy you are going to this movie with me."

Of course she was right. The pair could be serious all they wanted when it came to weddings, meeting the in-laws, and making public appearances together. But when it came down to the normal days with nothing important to do and nobody to see, they were just like children…at heart.