Raven walked to the doorway and looked back at her.
Should I leave? What if she crashes while I am gone?
What about tonight? Dare I leave her alone for so long? Her father, Jeff, will be here. He will be at her side. If the worst should happen, she will not die alone. Her father will be with her.
Yet, should I not be with her as well?
He left the room.
Jeff is right, of course. I do need a break. I need to get away from all of my worries and fears. I need a chance to be with Ambrose and Robin. They have been unsupervised for far too long. I fear what manner of mischief they have gotten themselves into.
He walked down the hall.
They undoubtedly went on a shopping spree and bought all manner of inappropriate clothes that are unfit for even a beggar.
He shuddered as he imagined the mishmash of unmatched socks, ripped jeans, patched elbows, shirts with pithy sayings, baseball caps, and a great many other horrors dumped all over their beds.
They have probably burned all of their socks and undergarments in a fit of utter rebellion. All because I was not there.
I must leave Missy tonight. I must make sure that my two men are properly dressed, that they have not gone and wrinkled their tuxedo shirts. I must make sure that Ambrose is looking his best, that he will indeed be wearing his tuxedo on his wedding day and not some scruffy, cuffed up, overly pocketed cargo pants. That would be the worst.
I would never be able to forgive such a transgression.
If only it were no longer day, I would go check on them. But, of course, if it were no longer day, I would not be here. I would be there with them.
He remembered how they looked in their tuxedos and smiled.
It is a memory to treasure and I will treasure it. Just as I know I will treasure the memory of Ambrose saying his vows to Barbara.
Jeff is right.
I need to be there. I need to witness this great moment in Ambrose’s life.
I cannot let him down.
Raven turned the corner and kept walking.
Barbara leaned her head back against the wall.
She cast a furtive glance at her cell phone. It was just out of her reach.
But if I lean just far enough, I could reach it. I could call him again. Listen to the drowsy sound of his voice.
And imagine all sorts of inappropriate things about him.
No. I can’t.
She glanced at the phone again.
It’s so tempting.
But the way I felt last time we talked…
She shook her head. “I can’t throw myself into temptation like that.” Her face flamed as a thought occurred to her.
How does the sound of my voice affect him? It has to have some affect on him. I hope it does. Otherwise.
She started to drift into a daydream about how exactly it would affect him. She quickly killed that daydream.
Anyway, I’ll see for myself how I affect him tonight.
Tonight, I will become a married woman.
Am I ready for this? Am I ready to make this one big step? Am I willing to fully surrender myself to him, to be his only one for the rest of our lives? Will he be willing to stay with me as I grow old? Will he reach a point where he is repulsed by me or ashamed of me? Would he ever leave me?
She leaned over and grabbed her phone. She dialed his number without any further hesitation.
He is right.
Time is running out.
I need to know—-
“uhgnnn.” Ambrose groaned.
Barbara’s heart fluttered. “Ambrose.”
Yes, I want him.
“ughnn, Bar’ra. Whazzam…ummm.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bug you.”
“Well.” She smiled mischievously. “Maybe I do.” She turned serious. “Ambrose. Are you awake?”
“Not really. I’m pre’y sure I’mma still ‘sleep.”
“Then, I’ll make this quick. Ambrose, will you ever be sorry?”
“Will you ever regret marrying someone like me? Someone who’ll grow old? Someone who’ll get sick? Is this really what you want? Would you rather be with another vampire? Or would you…Do you want to turn me into a vampire?”