A/N: 30 chapters? Really? That is INSANE.

"Babe, we've got to stop eating in bed," Lindsay said, snapping the clean sheet and settling it over the mattress.

"What? Why?"

"There were crumbs everywhere!"

"But cookies and milk in bed, that's our Saturday night thing."

"Well then you're going to have to be a little neater because ninety percent of the crumbs were on your side."

"My side? We both sleep in the middle."

"Your side of the middle then."

"What about your ten percent?"

"I'm confident in saying those are your spillover from when you kiss me goodnight."

"You gonna test DNA on all the crumbs?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow in jest, but not really putting it past her to win this round of banter with science.

"You never know," she shrugged. "Can you tuck in that side?"

"See, you said that side. Not my side. That side. Not possessed by anyone and-"

"Adam, just tuck."

"I amuse you, admit it."

"I admit it."

The grin made him want to crawl across the bed and grab her, throw her down against the mattress and show her just how amusing he could be. But he refrained, for he knew how she hated to have something unexpected thrown into their schedule.

"I don't want to go shopping," she said finally, standing up and rubbing her eyes.

"You don't… wait. What?"

"We only have one day off together every week and I don't really want to spend it shopping for laundry detergent and pasta and socks and another bookcase."

"You don't want to be domestic?" he asked, pulling her into his arms.

"No, I do. I just wish we didn't have such crazy work schedules."

"Yeah. But look at Austin and Danny. They almost never have a real day off together."

"Seriously. I don't know how they do that."

"I'm guessing that they have had to figure it all out. Just like we will."

"I know. I'm sorry honey."

"Sorry for what?"

"I've been grumpy lately. I feel like I've just been so negative and whiny and just horrible to live with."

"You haven't, honey. We've both been working so much and while I can function on three hours of sleep a night, you so can't. But you haven't been negative or whiny or horrible to live with. The best part of the day is coming home to you, even if it's just for ten minutes before you have to leave. And I really hate when our shifts conflict and I don't even see you for a day. But it's becoming more normal and it's getting easier too. You're just tired."

"I don't sleep well when you're gone."

"I know. Why don't we go get these errands out of the way and then I'll treat you to a couch nap?"

"You're perfect. Have I mentioned that lately?"

"This morning, when I let you have the rest of the Fruity Pebbles."

"You're so good to me."

"Remember that next time I forget to take out the garbage."

"Will do."

They smiled and he kissed her softly.

"Let's get out of here. Race you to the car!"

He let go of her and ran towards the door.

"You may be serious, but I'm not racing!"

"I get to pick the music then."

"Dad blast it!" she shouted, taking off after him.

"I don't know," Lindsay said, biting her lip. "What do you think?"

"You look beautiful. Just like in all the other dresses."

"That's not what I was asking. Will it be okay for that stupid fundraiser?"

"Yes."

"Are you getting bored? I'm sorry, I forgot I needed something to wear and it's this weekend and-"

"Hon, it's okay. This one, the blue one or the green one."

"Green."

"Problem solved. Now, back into your normal clothes and we can go home."

"Okay."

She turned and went back into the dressing room and he sighed, chuckling a little. The quick errands to pick up some essentials had turned into a frantic search for a dress to wear to a mandatory fundraiser. She'd picked seven dresses off the rack in less than five minutes and tried them all on in the space of fifteen. He wasn't complaining if he could barely pick out which silly boxers to buy in fifteen minutes. She was always concerned with his comfort and whether or not she was putting him out that he worried that she would lose herself. It wasn't that they weren't comfortable and open with each other as much as she wanted him to be happy.

What she didn't know was that he was happy in a way that he was sure no one else had ever been. Even when he wasn't thinking about it, he was happy. He was pretty sure she was too, but now it was on his mind and he would have to make certain.

She emerged from the dressing room, the green dress slung over her arm.

"Okay, let's go."

"C'mere," he said, drawing her into his arms. "Are you happy?"

"Yeah. Really happy."

"Good. Groceries then home?"

"Yes please."

"Panburger Partner?" Lindsay asked, inspecting the box Adam had thrown in the cart. "It's bad enough that you're craving Hamburger Helper, but this?"

"What? It's cheaper!"

"There might be a reason for that, hon. Spend the extra quarter and get the real stuff if you must."

"We're supposed to be struggling newlyweds, living on love."

"That's nice, but no. You won't even eat off brand macaroni and cheese, and this box will sit in the cupboard for years until it becomes an object of family folklore."

"Okay, okay, I'll get the real stuff. I noticed you got the store brand spaghetti sauce."

"Well yeah, but its better."

"How is that different?"

"It just is. Fall in line soldier."

He rolled his eyes and followed her down the aisle. He was used to picking up the bare essentials at the bodega, so this shopping in an actual grocery store was strange. At first he had been like a kid in a candy store, throwing things in to the cart that he hadn't seen since he lived in Phoenix. Then he got tired of walking around and started to make their food talk. Now he was just bored.

"There's only a couple things left on my list and then we can go. Okay?"

"Alright."

"And one of those things is ice-cream."

"You actually put ice-cream on your list? I thought you said it was an impulse buy."

"It is when you already have some. But we're all out. I think two gallons should be good for now."

"I knew there was a reason I married you."

"Yeah, buried deep in our relationship is the love for ice-cream and the clincher in our union."

"Mmm-hmm," he agreed, distracted as his eyes roamed all over the brands and flavors. She shook her head as he stood debating the Rocky Road and the Rocky Road with extra caramel. He actually took them both out of the freezer and compared calories, as if that really mattered.

"Extra caramel," he decided finally, placing it into the cart. "Do you want strawberry or strawberry cheesecake?"

"Cheesecake definitely."

"What else is on the list?"

"Depends on what you want for dinner tonight."

"Are you on the list?"

"That was cheesy and gross."

"You totally set yourself up for it."

"I realize that."

"Can we have fish for dinner? We hardly ever have fish."

"You want to save a quarter on the Panburger Partner, but you'll spring for fish?"

"I'm an enigma and you love me."

"I just can't help myself," she said, pushing the cart towards the seafood section. "What kind do you want?"

"Whatever you know how to cook."

"It's fish. Pretty easy. Do you want salmon? Tilapia? Cod?"

"Cod. Or shrimp."

"You're not helping. Go stand over there."

"Yes ma'am."

She said it with a twinkle in her eye and he chuckled as he walked away. He loved their banter, even if she was better at it and caused him to be the butt of all her jokes. She needed to laugh and she wasn't doing it at his expense any more than he did it at hers. Give and take on a level it was probably never intended to be on.

"Okay, we're ready," she said.

He took the cart from her and they walked to the check out where he threw a few candy bars onto the conveyor belt.

"Marriage is going to make us fat," she noted with a grin.

"I'll still love you if you'll still love me."

"Deal."

"Linds, I love how strong willed you are, but we can't both lead here."

She just smiled as he spun her out and then back to him, narrowly missing the coffee table in the process. This was the wrong type of music to be doing this type of dance to, but no one could see them and they were kind of outside the bell curve anyway.

"Okay you can lead, but don't step on my toe again."

"Don't put your foot under mine."

Their eyes met and they smiled, slowing their dance to a gentle sway. They were both experiencing a loss of words, a complete vacation of anything coherent. It was in these moments that they both felt it so deep and fresh and consuming that just experiencing it together was enough. Their foreheads touched and he rubbed his nose gently against hers.

"This is perfect," she whispered, blinking slowly. "Can we keep this forever?"

"I have no objection to that," he said with a smile.

They continued to move slowly until they almost stopped, the beat of the music the last thing on their minds. Her hand rested on the back of his neck and she urged him down the few inches, pressing her lips to his.

"Stop worrying," he said, his voice low.

"What?"

"I know you wonder about it. If I'll ever leave you."

He head hung low for he was right, she did worry. Not because she didn't trust him, but because that was her greatest fear. It was hard not to think about it, not to worry, not to be petrified that she was going to drive him away.

"I won't leave you, Lindsay. There is nothing that exists that could make me. Nothing. I love you. Really, really love you. I wouldn't even leave if you wanted me to."

"I know. It's just… I want you to be happy. As happy as I am."

"I am married to the woman that I love more than anything else in the world. I'm happy. And if I'm ever not, I'll tell you. Okay?"

"Alright."

She pulled herself closer and let him wrap around her, feeling silly for wondering, but better for bringing it up. Love like this, it took her by such surprise that she had to sometimes stop and sort it out. She'd never seen it before and certainly never felt it. And every day as it grew, it became even more bewildering. She wouldn't trade any of it in for understanding, not one little bit.