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"This is stupid, Beck."

"No its not; its fun."

"How is it that you falling off of our roof is fun?"

Jade's standing in the yard, arms crossed over her chest, and a strand of Christmas lights in her left hand. She looks pretty when she's angry. Not that I'm going to tell her that- she'd murder me.

"I'm not falling off the roof." I retort.

She scoffs. "Not yet."

I move closer to the edge to finish the string of lights I'm working on. "Why are we doing this again?" She asks, her eyes glued to me as I snap on the last of the plastic pieces to the gutter.

"So our house will look festive!" I answer.

"Why do we care if our house looks festive?" She yells up to me.

"Chloe cares."

Jade doesn't say a thing. Score one for Beck! Just mention the daughter and you'll get Jade to agree to all kinds of things.

It's true, too. Chloe loves Christmas . As much as a five year old can love anything. "Does it look straight?" I call down, motioning to the strand already securely fastened to the gutter.

Jade shrugs. "I guess so. It looks pretty even."

"Good. You wanna climb up the ladder and hand me the next set?"

She grumbles something I don't catch before she complies, starting up the silver ladder and slapping the lights into my hand. "You do realize we could hire someone to do this for us, right?"

Jade pulls herself up on the roof and sits down, dangling her long legs off the gutter. "Where's the fun in that?" I ask.

She looks picturesque sitting there, and what's more is she's right. We could hire someone to do pretty much anything. That's what happens when you make a movie that hits number one in the box office the first week.

"Um, the fun is neither of us falling off the roof." Jade swings her legs back and forth.

I get on my knees to start stringing the lights again. "We haven't fallen yet."

"The tabloids will explode. 'Beck and Jade Oliver die of Christmas decorating'."

I smile. "At least it's out of the ordinary."

"If it's weird you want, we could be hacked apart by a clown with a chain saw; we don't have to plummet off our own roof to be original." She twists in a loose light bulb.

I reach the spot where she's sitting, so she climbs back down the ladder. "A clown? Really?" I question.

"Yeah. Clowns are terrifying. And I'm pretty sure not many people have died by clown."

She comes to the ground and slides the ladder over as I pull the sleeves of my shirt down over my wrists. "The purpose of clowns is making people laugh, not scaring or murdering."

"Then they fail."

I stumble and Jade gives an involuntary gasp. "BECK! Ohmygosh don't fall, idiot!" She yells.

I stand up to move further down the gutter. I lean over a little to grin at her. "Jade Oliver, do you care about me?"

My wife crosses her arms. "I married you, stupid. Remember?"

"I remember."

She doesn't return my grin. I wait a minute and let her stew over it a bit before singing out. "Jade Oliver loves me!"

"Beck! Shut up!" She yells.

I imagine the way the fire in her eyes is probably going crazy. "Jadelyn August Oliver loves me!"

"Shut up! You are such a child!"

"Why don't you shut me up?" I challenge.

It's hilarious, watching her march up that ladder so angrily. She pulls herself up beside me, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my towards her in a rough kiss. Ten minutes later, we're still on the roof, laying sideways tangled in each other and hoping we don't fall off.

The next morning, there's a picture in the tabloids of us, making out on our roof, tangled in Christmas lights. And you know what? It was the best tabloid story I've ever read.

Sorry that it's Beck and Jade again, but I warned you it would be mostly them :)

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Calvin Munro