A/N: Hey guys! Back on time today! And with something a little less broad, kind of, hope you like it!

It's not perfect. It's not supposed to be.

Actually, she thinks, it's rather good that they had all those ups and downs. Going through all that showed her the bad side, the stuff no one wants to go through, insecurities, anger, hurt. The stuff that makes it hard to love and things fall apart.

It's good that they got that over with. She knew what she was getting into when they made that commitment. She knew because she had seen it all, worked through it all, and loved him despite it all.

She starts to straighten up her papers on her desk and bring everything to a close, she had self-declared that she was done for the day.

The thoughts continued as she went along the process. It was even good that they had started off not perfect, each with their own doubts and issues and hesitancies. It brought a sense of reality to them. A sense of imperfectness that they could carry along.

She picks up her bag and walks out the door. The commute to home is faster than normal because she isn't dealing with rush hour traffic.

"Hey you," are the first words out of his mouth when he sees her pull up. He's walked into the driveway barefoot to greet her, spatula still in hand. "You're home!"

She grins at his excitement and commits to coming home early more often just to see that look on his face.

His shirt is rumpled and already has some sort of food stain on it, and his smile is a little lopsided and he's probably burning something on the stove right now.

But she loves it, loves him, for all that and more.

Last night they had gotten into an argument over the something that she honestly can't remember right now, and two days before they were kind of in a mood. It's not perfect.

But here he is standing barefoot on the driveway, so damn excited just to see her home early and she can't stop the feeling overtaking her heart.

She strides forward and kisses him abruptly. It feels amazing.

In a few seconds he'll realize he's burning something, run inside, curse at the pan, the stove, the world in general. And then he'll be upset about it and be mopey until she shows up and kisses him till he forgets.

She knows that because she knows him, his imperfections.

Just like he knows how she'll end up ordering food even though they really shouldn't, and she said last week that she was going to cut herself off and then hate herself for it later that night until he cuddles her to sleep.

It's not perfect.

But, she thinks as she watches him break the kiss and run inside in a panic, it's not supposed to be perfect.

That's what makes it beautiful.

A/N: So there you have it! I kind of covered this concept in my other chapter in this series, All of You, about loving the bad with the good, but this one is more about how things aren't perfect, and that is okay, and that is just the beauty of the human condition, all striving to better and yet having flaws that just make up their humanity.

You are not perfect. And you are not supposed to be. That is what makes you, dear reader, a complex and wonderful human being.

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