The two Nates met on a Saturday night. It was a Blind Date. As they were eating their burgers, Natalie said, “Wouldn’t it be funny?”
“If we fell in love?” Nathaniel finished her sentence.
“And got married?” Natalie finished his sentence.
“Let’s do that,” Nathaniel added.
The Blind Date turned into more dates till finally Nate asked Nate to marry him. Nate agreed and began to plan the wedding. They sent out invitations with N & N engraved on them.
Instead of a wedding dress and a tux, the bride dressed as Tweedledee and the groom was Tweedledum. It was the thing Nates would do. After all, she was tall and he was tall. She had long auburn hair and him, his hair was not so much.
He was bald. Gravity had tugged on his hair and pulled it through his head and downward into a long beard. But it was a nice beard, well-groomed in a groom sort of way.
In the chapel, they did their I-doeses to the applause of friends and family. At the reception, the best man, whose name was Charlie, toasted the couple. The maid of honor looked across the table and gave him the look. You know the one. The one that says it’s love at first sight. Her name was Charly.
Nate turned to Nate and said, “Before you know it—”
Nate finished the groom’s sentence, “they’ll be doing the Charleston.”
Then Nate and Nate went off to Hawaii for two weeks. They surfed. They snorkeled. They went to a luau. They rode motorcycles up the side of a volcano.
They came back pregnant. Soon Nate’s belly was balloon-size. They were having twins. The babies were born. Charly and Charlie came to the hospital to see the newborns. Charly was pregnant.
“When are you due?” Nate asked from her hospital bed.
“Seven months,” the beginning-to-show Charly answered, then smiled as she looked at the newborns.
Charlie looked up from the babies in their crib and over at Nate in her bed. “She has your smile.”
“He has your eyes,” Charly said to the father, standing beside his wife’s bed. “Do you have names picked out?”
“We do,” Nate said through his beard.
“I suppose,” Charly said as she felt her belly. It felt like a kick but it probably was too soon for that.
Her husband added, “it will be Nate and Nate.”
“Heck no,” Nate said from her bed. “That would be dumb.”
Nate agreed. “No, we’re calling them—”
From her bed, Nate said, “Smith and Jones.”
The soon-to-be father, asked, “Which one is Smith and which one is Jones?”
The new mom announced, “The girl is the older one. So her name is Jones.”
“And the boy is Smith,” Nate said.
Both Charly and Charlie gave them a look that said, “How did you choose which was which?”
Nate’s wife answered, “Oh that’s easy. The first one out was Jones. So it’s obvious that Smith has to keep up with the Jones.”