'Cause they could say 'I Love You' in so many different ways

"I don't know why you keep doing this! You're pregnant; you should stop straining yourself." Jack grabbed the book from his wife's hand and walked onto the step-ladder. She brought her hands up to her face, resisting the urge to apologize, and blushed furiously. "Fifth row, eighth book in, right?" Was all he muttered, before slipping the novel into its place on the shelf.

Leaning over,despite the dull pain she was feeling in her stomach, Mary picked up the eggs from the floor of the chicken coop. She had insisted that Jack stay in bed today; he was running a high fever, and she wouldn't have him working while he was sick. With a small sigh, she placed the eggs inside the shipping box. One managed to slip out of her hands, though, and cracked on the ground.

…"I-I hope no one saw that."

"Oh, you sure you don't mind styling this suit for Gray?" Mary questioned, smiling up at her husband.

Jack merely rolled his eyes, "You know I'd do anything you ask, Mary, so stop it already."

Anna just giggled, shaking her head before going back to putting the finishing touches on the suit. "Such a willing and obedient husband. I wish your father was like this, Mary."

Both Basil and Jack sent each other sympathetic looks.

Vows for the Wedding.

Jack picked up his pen, and brought it down to the pad of paper in front of him. After some thought, he wrote down: "Stop being such a pervert whenever I'm with Mary in public. Like, I should really stop touching her ass. And quit trying to make-out with her whenever I get a check-up."

The week after, when Jack read that one line to his wife, her mouth dropped and her face turned as red as his chicken whenever she got pissed.

Karen, Kai and Ann, however, all cheered and hooted.

Carter, and the rest of those who attended the wedding, just covered their faces in shame.

Endurance. That was one thing that both husband and wife had to learn. Jack, whenever she was busy trying to think up a plot, and didn't want to be bothered. She could be really snappy. It's like she's on constant PMS, or something.

And Mary, whenever Jack's weird librarian fetish got out of control. "No, I'm not going to wear that to work, Jack!"

"You what?!"

"I sent that novel you've been working on to a publisher."

"Why?!"

"Because I thought it was awesome…and so did they!"

"B-but it wasn't finished! I mean, it was, but I never proof-read it. A-and…oh Jack…"

"…I should start running now, huh?"

"Out!" Mary yelled, pointing at the depressed looking dog.

"You know he only bit you because he loves you, right?" Jack smirked, lying back in his bed. "Out of all people, I would think you'd be the one to understand."

Mary blinked her eyes, turning a little to look at him. "What do you mean?"

And all Jack had to do was point at his own neck, and sneer. "I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."

He barely dodged the baby bottle that was thrown straight at him.

"Uh…" Now how could he do this without being corny? And, possibly, ruin an ending that was supposed to be perfect?

"Um…Mary?"

"Yes?"

Jack handed her a crudely made card—well, more like shoved it in her hands—before rushing out of the library.

"'I love you…'" Mary read aloud, closing her eyes as she began laughing to herself. Sure, it was a horribly made card (well, more like a piece of paper ripped out of a notebook, and then had small stick figure drawings lining as the frame), but hey…at least he was being creative.

"And he actually managed to remember our second anniversary this time…Aww, thanks hubby."