Missy opened the car door before Barbara had even pulled to a stop. She jumped out of the car and raced to the front door.
She opened the door, hurried inside, hurried upstairs, hurried to his bedroom.
She burst into his room.
Raven lay on the bed, softly sleeping.
Missy charged at the bed, jumped on it, and threw her arms around him.
“Uhghhh. Wheauhh?” He opened his eyes.
“You’re here. You’re all right you’re all right you’re all right.” She kissed him all over his face.
“Missy? What uhh…? Wha?”
“Oh!” She stopped kissing him. “You changed into your pajamas and I wasn’t here to see it happen. Too bad. I love looking at your bare skin.”
“Missy, what…What? What?”
She smiled. “Never mind. All is well. Go back to sleep. I’m going to take a bath.” She pumped her fists. “YES!”
He gave her a confounded look before slumping back to sleep.
Barbara entered the room. “Is he okay?”
“Yes. Oh, Barbara! Just come here and look at him and try telling me that he’s not pretty because he sure looks pretty to me.”
Barbara came over to her and scrutinized the sleeping vampire. “Hmm.”
“Pretty? Right?”
“Well. I can’t say he’s ugly.”
“Because he’s so pretty!”
Barbara giggled. “I think Ambrose is a little more me, though. Sorry!”
“Wait. Are you saying AMBROSE is prettier than Raven?”
“Hmm. I don’t think the word ‘pretty’ applies to Ambrose. Hot, yes. But not pretty.”
“How could you love someone who isn’t pretty?”
Barbara grinned. “Follow me and see for yourself.”
***
Barbara led her over to the side of Ambrose’s bed. “Just look.” She uncovered his head.
Missy contemplated the back of his head. “Hm.” She promptly crawled onto the bed.
Something buzzed wrong inside Barbara’s brain. “Umm. Maybe you shouldn’t—-”
Missy grabbed his shoulder.
The buzzing in Barbara’s brain grew louder.
She rolled him onto his back.
“Really, you don’t have to get so—-”
“It’s a good face.” Missy grinned. “Let’s see what he looks like without that shirt on.”
“NO!”
Missy flinched.
“That’s just no. I don’t want you touching him like that. I don’t want you to take any of his clothes off. It’s just so many levels of no I can’t even tell you how many levels there are. Just no!”
Missy slunk off the bed. “I’m going to take my bath now. Bye.” She promptly fled the scene.
Barbara pressed the back of her hands against her heated face. Where did all of that anger come from?
Ambrose sighed. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. “Barbara?” He wobbled up into a sit. “What’s wrong?”
She lowered her hands. “Nothing. I—”
“Your face is red. I’m sure it isn’t because of anything I did. Or did I do something and I don’t even know…”
She sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her hands.
Ambrose crept over to her side.
He didn’t touch her, but she could feel his body heat. “Barbara. What’s wrong?”
“I snapped at Missy.”
“Why?”
“She was trying to get too personal with you.”
“Personal. Like what?”
Barbara stared intently at her fingernails. “She climbed onto your bed. She rolled you onto your back. She wanted to take your shirt off.”
“And that bothered you?”
“Immensely. Especially since I’m pretty sure she wanted to take the rest of your clothes off.”
He laughed – a soft, tired laugh. “You’re jealous. My Barbara.” He tucked her hair around her ear and kissed the side of her face. “All jealous and possessive.” His breath was warmth and delight against her skin. “About me.”
I want to stay here. Right here in this lovely moment. “Umm. I should let you go back to sleep.” She quickly got off the bed.
He looked up at her in a groggy, sleepy way that grabbed her heart.
She laid her hand along the side of his face and kissed him.
Ambrose covered her hand with his hand “Bar’ra.” He closed his eyes. His head listed in her hand. “I..I love you.”
“My lovely sleepy kitten.” She kissed him one more time before guiding him back down to the mattress. “I love you too.”
She covered him up and he fell asleep.
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