The hubz and I have been watching Fringe — don’t ask me what season we’re on, because I don’t keep up with that sort of thing, thanks to Netflix and Amazon Prime.
[[[ Editor’s Note: It’s Season 4, stupid-head. ]]]
The story we’re at currently is where Peter is trying to get home to his correct universe or time line or whatever to be with Olivia, the woman he loves. And there is a tempting version of his one true love, but he isn’t sure she is the “real” Olivia, the one meant for him.
Meanwhile, Olivia is beginning to experience the memories of “Peter’s” Olivia, so you know… maybe? The love that floods into her is so overwhelming that she decides to just go with it, because — well it’s PETER and who doesn’t love him? He is kind of hot, even with that cro-mag crease down the middle of his forehead. I would go with it, too. Just sayin’.
As we finished watching an episode today, my hubz asked, “Would you give up your universe for me?”
It was so sweet, because he doesn’t usually get all sentimental and lovey-dovey-ish. He loves me, plain and simple, so what more is there to romance? <– That’s his normal take on our marriage.
I love you. The end.
Even as my heart went pitter-patter, I got kind of pissy. He didn’t love my response.
“Dude. I gave up my whole world for you. So, um, YEAH.”
He looked at me all confused-like, as though what I said made zero sense. “Huh?”
“Remember that bit where I left my husband for you, lost friends over my supposedly rash decision, fought with my family over this obviously mentally unstable act of insanity, and chose you in spite of all the emotional hardship that came with it? That was me giving up my world for you.”
He kind of nodded, but I wasn’t done. “The real question is this: Would YOU give up YOUR universe for ME?”
“You so would not! You’re such a liar-face!”
“What do you mean? Of course I would. I would totally give up my universe for you!”
“Why do you say that? Why do you think I wouldn’t give up my universe for you?”
“Because it’s too hard,” I answered smugly. “And you’re kind of a lazy ass.”
“I’m not a lazy ass! I could do it. I could give up my universe for you.”
“I know you COULD,” I agreed, “but that’s not what we’re arguing about. You COULD, but you WOULDN’T. Big difference.”
“I am NOT too lazy to give up my universe for you. I would do it.”
“You don’t even scoop the litter box without me nagging you. Giving up your universe is WAY more difficult than making cat shit get out of my house. Also? You don’t get out of bed in the morning without serious cajoling.”
“Yeah,” he said, “but that’s different.”
“What’s different about it? Work is work. And you’re too lazy.”
“I’m not. I do EVENTUALLY scoop the litter box, and I get out of bed and go to work every day. So I know I would totally give up my universe for you.”
“I call bullshit. PROVE it.”
“Okay, I will.”
“So do it.”
He looked chagrined.
“I don’t know how.”
That was me being smug again. Because I know I’m right.
“You wouldn’t do it.”
“What do you want me to do? Go marry someone else and then leave them for you?”
“Yes,” I said. “That’s exactly what I want you to do.”
“Seriously? Why are we even arguing about this?”
“You’re the one who brought it up! You asked me a question you already knew the answer to, and then you realized belatedly that I love you better than you love me.”
Ha! I totally had him cornered now.
“I… I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
And this is how we began our day of Christmas shopping. You are totally jealous of our relationship. Because you NEVER have these deep discussions with YOUR significant other.
Andi-Roo for the win, in ALL universes and time lines and whatever.