Ambrose held on to Robin as the younger man cried.
And Barbara saw a glimpse of the possible future.
Their daughter ran to him, deeply upset about something. Ambrose knelt and hugged her. “It’s okay.” His hand moved through her black, wavy hair in a soothing gesture. “You’re safe.”
The soft warmth of his voice made Barbara’s knees shake.
It’s a good thing I’m already kneeling. Otherwise, I think I’d be falling.
I want him to hold me.
I want to be in his arms again.
She imagined the feel of skin upon skin.
Her face went scarlet.
Is this really happening?
Have I really fallen this hard for him?
Ambrose side-glanced at her. “Are you okay?”
In only three days, I will marry him.
I will be only his and he will be only mine to the end of our lives.
If only I could touch him.
If only I could touch her.
Ambrose cleared his throat. “It’s getting late. Robin.” He released him.
Robin sat back and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand.
“We need to head home.”
“Are you coming with me?”
“Well, duh. I ain’t gonna sleep on the streets like some hobo.” He stood and walked over to the control panel.
Ambrose stood quickly. “What—”
Robin pressed the button for the first floor.
The elevator jolted into action.
“ugh…” Ambrose trembled.
“Kitten.” Barbara held her hands up to him. “Come to me.”
He wobbled down into a sit.
He brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.
I hate these things.
He grunted as it slammed to a halt at the fifth floor.
“It’s okay, kitten. I’m here.”
A man in red scrubs and a yellow headband came aboard. “Hey. Hit the button for four, would you?”
Robin obeyed without any objections.
The elevator jerked back to life.
I hate these things so much.
If I touched him, it would make him feel better.
I could touch his hair.
I could hug him.
If he feels the same way I do, things could quickly get out of our control.
The elevator halted at the third floor.
An arrogant man in dark green scrubs sauntered onto the scene. A meek looking woman in gray scrubs followed him. “And, of course, all of the residents are idiots. It’s obvious just by looking at them. Sheep brained idiots who wouldn’t know an original thought if it slapped their bottoms and called them mama.”
“But they’re doing their best.”
“Their best. Pssh! What about what happened with that colonoscopy patient…” He snapped his fingers. “What was his name?”
Gray Scrubs gaped. “We are not supposed to discuss patient cases in public places. It’s against the HIPPA policy.”
The elevator halted at two.
Dark Green Scrubs launched into a long screed about the HIPPA policy as he and his companion left the elevator.
“Only one more floor, kitten.”
I can’t touch him, but I can kind of cheat.
She leaned close to the side of his head and sang Lana Del Rey’s version of “A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes”.
And, even though they did not touch, Ambrose relaxed.
Robin shrugged. “If you’re that freaked out by elevators, you coulda just taken the stairs. That’s how we got up here in the first place.”
Ambrose didn’t have anything to say about that.