Dylan was shocked, SHOCKED, to find out that when people married and tried to live together without ever getting to know each other, it tended to end badly. Even arranged marriages usually had the parents looking at prospective husband and wife material to try and make a match. The angel marriages were randomness in action. What was surprising wasn’t that it rarely worked out. What was surprising was that it ever worked out at all.
He’d interviewed a few people who had had angel marriages and had seemed to make it work. Granted, the oldest of them was at best five years old, but they seemed happy and in synch. Dylan didn’t think this was any kind of evidence that there marriages were in any special; it’s just that if you throw enough darts, some of them are going to hit the target.
Molly, as it turned out, was probably the happiest person he’d ever known. When he first realized it, he worried that she was this way because of the messages. They worked that way on some people, giving them a sense that there was order and meaning to the world. But as it turns out, she was just that way. Some people are just born happy.
Dylan was not one of those people. He wasn’t unhappy, but he did tend towards the grouchy. Looking in from the outside, you might expect that someone like Molly would be a bad match for him. Hell, even he wouldn’t have expected to fall in love with someone happy go lucky. But he did. The thing was, he suspected, that Molly was happy in a way that didn’t come across as someone who was trying to be happy. She just was.
He married her because of that. Actually, he married her because she hummed. He woke up one morning, early, before the sun was really even out of bed, and she wasn’t there beside him. He walked out to the kitchen and she was getting a bowl of cereal ready.
She was wearing one of his tee shirts and her panties and socks pulled up the knees and she was humming a song that Dylan never did recognize. She was all alone at the crack of dawn, bopping up and down like this was the best morning she’d ever had and Dylan realized that he loved her so much that he nearly cried. He decided then and there that he was going to marry her.
Like most marriages, there was more to it than just her tendency towards humming. On the more base level, she was sexy as all get out. Like being happy, she didn’t try to be. She wore whatever the hell she wanted and if she was aware of outside fashion, it didn’t show. Her hair color tended to change from week to week. She didn’t care about being sexy but she was.
She was also, and this was at least as important to Dylan and he’d liked to have thought more important, the smartest person he ever met. She was almost always two or three steps ahead of Dylan, and he’d like to think he wasn’t a moron. She read everything she could get her hands on, from philosophy to Harlequin romance, and he was pretty sure she remembered every word. He had yet to come up with a subject that she wasn’t at least a little familiar with. That and a million other things were the reason that he proposed to her on a warm day in the park. He wasn’t sure why she said yes.